When the glazed lamps in the female doctor's workshop were reflecting the first snow, Li Chengqian was sighing at the newly engraved body temperature bamboo slice. Fu Ling held up his crooked "38 degrees" and shook his head: "Your Highness, your scale looks like it's been gnawed by rats, why don't you let the kitchen chef pinch a thermometer with a noodle? ""Shut up! "Li Chengqian looked up violently, the tip of his nose was red from the cold, and a brocade box fell out of his sleeve, which was a crooked frostbite cream - he secretly adjusted it according to Lin Xiaoman's prescription, but mistook the honey for lard," "I am, I am bionic carving, like the dragon vein of the Qinling Mountains. ... ""The scale of the dragon vein's direction,""
Lin Xiaoman smiled and took the brocade box, her fingertips scratched the granularity of the cream, "Why don't we treat your highness's frozen and cracked tiger's mouth first? " She suddenly glanced at the herbs piled up in the corner of the courtyard, "Right, the Laha congee is almost ready, right? Remember to add Job's tears and red kidney beans to dispel dampness and prevent cold. "Before the words fell, the sound of hoofbeats came from in front of the palace gate.
Wearing the yellow door official clothes of the little eunuch rolled and crawled into the breakthrough, the brim of the cap on the snow melted in the neck: "Lin doctor Zheng! The Food Bureau of the Yaiting Palace had an outbreak of vomiting and diarrhea, most of the twenty-three palace eunuchs collapsed, and Doctor Zhang said that it was a case of 'Cold Evil Entering the Stomach', and was cooking the Parsley Root Soup." 'Parsley Root Soup' was the most popular soup in the Palace! ""Pilikoi Lizhong Soup? "Lin Xiaoman grabbed the glazed bottle containing Huanglian Su, "If you eat congee in the middle of winter and accumulate food, you should use the Baohe Pill to add and subtract, how can you use medicines with great heat? Your Highness, pack two bags of our sun-dried fried hawthorn, and bring ten jars of lightly salted water! "
The smell of burnt medicines wafted from the stove room of the palace, Doctor Zhang was holding a spoon and pouring epimedium into a copper pot, the dregs of the medicine at the bottom of the pot had already turned black: "Cold evils should be treated with hot medicines, this is the correct method of the Treatise on Typhoid Fever... " "The right way a spatula! Lin Xiaoman snatched the medicine spoon from his hand, "The palace eunuchs' thick and greasy tongues and distended stomachs and abdomens are clearly heat from food accumulation, and the use of epiphyllum is equivalent to pouring oil on the fire." " She flipped open the "Notes on Modern Emergency Treatment", "Take hawthorn, shenquan, and laixianzi to decoct water, and add half a slice of ginger to stop the vomiting - Master Zhang, you wouldn't have even carved the four words 'Diagnosing and Treating' incorrectly, would you? "
Li Chengqian suddenly pointed at the vegetable basket by the stove, "I saw them panning rice with raw water! Xiaoman, is it related to germs again? " He raised his microscope and angled it at the rice-panning water, "Look at the wriggling little white dots, there are more of them than the bearded hawthorn of Lord Zhang! "Dr. Zhang went over to the microscope, his presbyopic eyes almost sticking to the lens: "This is clearly a rice worm..." "This is a rice worm..." "This is a rice worm..." "This is a rice worm..." "This is a rice worm! ""Rice worms are secondary," Lin Xiaoman used bamboo chopsticks to pick up a pile of moldy bacon, "the key is that the food is poisonous after molding - the bacon in the Shang Food Bureau should all be buried, and the kitchen utensils should be scalded with boiling water and then wiped with spirits. "
She turned to the disciples, "to each patient to fill half a bowl of light saline water, vomiting and diarrhea is very strong add Huangliansu powder. "Just in the middle of the chaos, the Shangshi Food Bureau's Wang Shanggong held the door frame to come in, wrist gold bracelets hit the wooden door:" Lin doctor Zheng, Laha congee still boiled? Today is the eighth day of the month..." "Boil! " "Boil! "Lin Xiaoman blinked, "but to change to vegetarian porridge, add yam, lotus seeds to strengthen the spleen, the most important thing is -" she stared at Zhang Hezheng, "the water for porridge must be boiled three times, the wooden spoon for stirring the porridge should be soaked in strong wine. soaked in strong wine. "Li Chengqian suddenly fished out an oil paper bag from his sleeve, inside was the hu ma cake he had smuggled with him:" "Reserved for you, added minced ginger to drive away the cold... " Before he finished speaking, the cake crumbs fell on the microscope, causing Lin Xiaoman to stare blankly: "Your Highness had better learn to wash your hands first - there are still wood shavings from the carved bamboo slices in the cracks of your fingernails. "
In the afternoon, when the first palace eagle was able to drink half a bowl of yam porridge, Zhang Hezheng's error book added another colorful: "Food accumulation is avoided with hot medicine, when to distinguish between cold and heat and reality. P.S.: raw water to cook rice easy to get worms, the future of the Imperial Hospital dietary room to change the use of boiling water. "He suddenly saw Li Chengqian is to Lin Xiaoman medicine box stuffed hand-warming stove, stove body engraved with a crooked "medical" word, the tip of the ear suddenly red over the stove in the coals. Twilight into the palace, Wang Shanggong holding a new simmering congee came in, congee surface floating a few crystal frosting: "According to Lin doctor's method, with the addition of food fried malt, but more fragrant than in previous years. "She suddenly glanced at Dr. Zhang's prescription, "Dr. Zhang, how did you write 'bury' in the word 'Li' in this Appendicitis Lizhong Tang? "
The old doctor Zheng's coughing startled the snow on the eaves, Li Chengqian could no longer restrain himself and hid behind the stove, laughing and patting his thighs. Lin Xiaoman took the opportunity to "food preservation law" "raw water hazard theory" written into the Food Bureau memo, the end also drew a cartoon mouse nibbling moldy food illustration: "to the Food Bureau of the little eunuchs to see, more than medical reasoning. "On the way home, Li Chengqian suddenly pulled out a brocade box from his lapel, which is a silver ring engraved with a pattern of medicinal herbs:" seen in the West Market, said to be a token of the Persian god of medicine... "The words did not finish, the ring stuck in his frozen finger can not be removed, anxious to stamp his feet:" you,