The girl traveled through another world and forced the prince to take the imperial examination

Mu Qingcheng was busy in the village all day and returned to If You Are the One in the evening. As soon as she entered the inner house, she saw two children sitting side by side in the porch.

"Why are you two sitting here? Aren't you cold? Why don't you go sit inside?"

Mu Yao pouted, "It's all because of him. You guys weren't home, but Mo Xue insisted on sitting here guarding the Crown Prince's door, saying it was his duty as a secret guard."

Mu Qingcheng looked at the stubborn boy, feeling a bit like laughing but also a bit sad. This child was so pitiful, in his prime, his legs and feet were chained.

She sighed and asked Mu Yao to help Mo Yun to wait for her in the flower hall. She had to take a shower and change clothes quickly, for fear of bringing back the flu virus.

Similarly, Mo Yu and Feng Zhishang also took a shower and changed clothes after returning.

After Feng Zhishang showered and changed his clothes, he went to check on Yun Qing. Yun Qing was alone in the dark room, restless all day. He'd been forcing the poison out every day for the past few days, which had taken a heavy toll on his skills and body. Feng Zhishang advised him not to rush, as it would backfire. So, he instituted a detoxification plan every other day, with a day in between for recovery.

Today is the recovery period. After taking the medicinal bath in the morning, except for Mo Yu changing the charcoal fire for him twice, he did not see Feng Zhishang. So he began to feel uneasy, wondering if something had happened.

Yun Qing tried his best to control his emotions, to prevent his heart from throbbing. But he had overestimated himself, and a tingling pain continued to emanate from his heart. He used his inner energy to resist, preventing the poison of the Drunken Dream from invading his heart.

At this moment of anxiety, Feng Zhishang happened to arrive. He was so frightened when he saw Yun Qing's condition that he almost lost his soul.

If he was a quarter of an hour late, the poison from the drunken dream would have invaded his heart, and everything would have been irreversible. Feng Zhishang quickly took out Mu Qingcheng's medicine and fed it to Yun Qing. He kept acupuncturing around his heart, and finally controlled the poison.

"Ancestor, ancestor, you are really my little ancestor, can't you be more content?"

Feng Zhishang kept nagging. Inwardly, he breathed a sigh of relief. Where on earth did that little girl come from? She always felt mysterious and contradictory.

When Feng Zhishang was about to leave with his tired body, he turned back to look at Yun Qing again. Seeing his longing eyes, he shook his head and sighed.

"Don't worry! The little girl is doing fine! I don't know how happy she is every day."

Yun Qing finally relaxed and smiled, feeling relieved to hear that she was safe.

Mu Qingcheng hadn't eaten for a whole day, but unfortunately she had no appetite. She quickly finished her meal and sat in the flower hall waiting for Feng Zhishang.

Mu Yao and Mo Xue sat silently by the side, their eyes wide open. Yun Qing was in seclusion detoxifying, and no one or any noise was allowed to disturb him, lest it be dangerous. Those in the inner courtyard were to remain silent.

Mu Qingcheng was also very anxious. Feng Zhishang had been gone for such a long time and still hadn't come out. Did something happen to Yun Qing?

"Moyu, does your master know about the epidemic?"

Mo Yu quickly waved his hands: "How could this be known to the master?"

"Is he okay? Why has Feng Zhishang been in there for so long and still hasn't come out?"

Feng Zhishang walked to the door of the flower hall and heard Mu Qingcheng's words. He sighed in his heart that these two people who are in love really have a mutual understanding.

Feng Zhishang said, "He's fine. I saw he was bored, so I chatted with him for a while."

Mu Qingcheng looked at Feng Zhishang who walked in and looked very tired: "Don't lie to me, is he really okay?"

"Why would I lie to you? If he really had something wrong, I would have asked Mo Yu to buy a coffin."

Mu Qingcheng observed Feng Zhishang carefully and saw that he really didn't show any other emotions except tiredness, so she gradually felt relieved.

Mu Qingcheng took out a herb from her medicine chest and asked Feng Zhishang to identify it. "That herb in the picture is the herb. It has yellow flowers, and its rhizome has the effects of clearing away heat and toxins, cooling the blood, and relieving sore throats. It's commonly used in our area to treat exogenous fever, sore throats, and other symptoms."

Feng Zhishang looked at the small medicine bag again and again, and gradually became excited.

"This, this, this is indigo root. That's right! That's right! Why didn't I think of it? According to the Shennong's Herbal Classic, indigo root is the same as indigo leaf. It has the same properties and flavors as indigo leaf. It can enter the liver, stomach, and blood, but it only has the effects of clearing heat, detoxifying, warding off epidemics, and killing insects. But the leaves disperse, while the roots descend. This is another difference within the same context."

Mu Qingcheng asked doubtfully, "Then why don't you use this medicine to fight the disease?"

Feng Zhishang: "This Lanshi has strong medicinal properties. People with weak constitutions cannot take it. Most people who get sick are weak, so it is not often used in prescriptions."

Mu Qingcheng recalled carefully again. In modern times, isatis root is a commonly used medicine. So what is the problem?

"How do you use it? What's the dosage?"

Feng Zhishang said: "Both the roots and leaves of the indigo plant can be used as medicine. Dry the indigo plant roots thoroughly in the sun, take one liang and two qian of them, boil them in water and drink."

Mu Qingcheng quickly looked at the formula on the Isatis Root Granules and saw that it said 10 grams per bag (equivalent to 14 grams of the medicinal material) to be taken 3 to 4 times a day.

Finally, they found the cause: the dosage was too large. She carefully explained to Feng Zhishang, pointing to the ingredient list on the Banlangen Granules, converting one liang to fifty grams. They drank the equivalent of sixty grams in one meal, so of course they would feel uncomfortable.

Feng Zhishang slapped his forehead and said, "I'll go write a prescription right away."

Mu Qingcheng asked again, "Does the pharmacy sell Lanshi?"

Feng Zhishang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I'm afraid the pharmacy in town doesn't have it. I have to buy it from the pharmacy in the city."

Mu Qingcheng frowned. It would take three or four days to go to the provincial capital and back. She was afraid that the patient could not wait that long.

Feng Zhishang continued, "Girl, there is blue grass on this mountain, but tomorrow is the day when that boy will detoxify. I can't leave. I have to wait until the day after tomorrow. I will go up the mountain to pick it myself. This season is the best time to pick it."

The next day, another seven or eight patients were sent to the courtyard, which was already overcrowded.

Mu Qingcheng collected old beds from the entire village, anything suitable for sleeping. She also needed a batch of quilts, but these days, no one had extra quilts. She had no choice but to buy cotton to make new ones. But who would do the work? The embroiderer was busy making masks and had no time to spare.

Just then, the village chief's wife Zhang brought several women from the village to find Mu Qingcheng. They came to make bedding and didn't want any wages.

These women all have patients living in the courtyard at home. They are grateful to Mu Qingcheng. When they learn that Mu Qingcheng is going to make new quilts for the patients, they can finally help.

Mu Qingcheng directly handed the cotton and cloth to Zhang and asked them to take them home to make them. She trusted several people.

After a day of treatment, the patients showed no obvious improvement. Several children and elderly people fell into a coma with high fever. Mu Qingcheng had no choice but to secretly feed them antipyretics.

So far, no one has died. However, Mu Qingcheng's medicine is limited, and if the virus cannot be controlled, people will die sooner or later.

Saving lives is like putting out a fire; there's no time to wait. Mu Qingcheng decided to go up the mountain to find Isatis root herself. She went to the village chief to discuss it, and asked him to send a few people to go up the mountain with her.

When Zipei heard that the young lady was going up the mountain, she quickly asked Zijin to inform Moyu. Moyu was very anxious when he heard that Miss Mu was going into the mountains to collect herbs. Now that Moyun and the others were not at home, he was the only one left at home with Moxue, who was unable to walk. He could not leave his master, but Miss Mu could not get into trouble either.

Feng Zhishang said that the master had sensed something was wrong yesterday and was almost attacked by drunken dreams. If the master knew that Mu Qingcheng had gone up the mountain, it would be a matter of life and death for the master. What should he do?

Just when Mo Yu was getting extremely anxious, Mu Qingcheng had already led people up the mountain.