She took out twelve turf grass from the space, squeezed them out of the juice, and put them into the fried bitter medicine soup and a large jar that was pounded into the juice.?

The military doctor who had been following the army for many years had never seen a plague poison in this way. He looked at the turbulent velvet grass that Ye Xiyue held in his hand curiously, "Little brother, what is this?"

"Drilling leaf turtle grass can clear heat and dry dampness, stop bleeding and remove pain, and treat dampness and heat."

The military doctor opened his eyes wide, "But why have I never seen this herb?"

"The turtle velvet grass is extremely rare. It has grown for a hundred years. It's not that military doctors have seen it, but I'm afraid there's no time to search for it."

The military doctor grabbed his head and was particularly interested in the herbs that Ye Xiyue took out, but the herbs he had seen were different in color than the ones he held in Ye Xiyue. How could he know that Ye Xiyue would have taken out a herb for more than a hundred years.

Usually, herbs are usually more than ten years old, and the treasures of heaven and earth are divided into grades according to the age. The higher the age, the more valuable it is, the more precious it is.

Incorporating the turquoise grass of the leaf, as well as the other 18 kinds of medicine juices, plus the medicine soup made from bitter oars, Ye Xiyue divided it into about 200 bowls, and the wounded were given one by one.

After taking the oral treatment, midnight had passed, and Ye Xiyue asked all the wounded soldiers to soak in ten large jars for five minutes, and the two hundred wounded soldiers took turns soaking.

The big jar also incorporates the medicine juice of heaven and earth treasures and bitter oar juice. As dawn approaches, the sky is the darkest moment.

Ye Xiyue was injured and had not had a good rest for two days and one night.

Ye Xiyue and the soldiers scattered the remaining bundle of bitter poles around the wounded area, "Light up! Everyone comes to cook the fire."

The raging fire ignited, and the smell of bitter oar spread throughout the wounded area. The slightly astringent and sweet smell made everyone present clearly inhaled into their abdomen.

Maybe it was because of the improvement of health, or maybe it was because of death, and I was not afraid of anything. All the wounded began to sing and dance with sick bodies. They shouted: Boy! Boy!

They didn't know Ye Xiyue's name, but they knew that this young man who looked inconspicuous had stayed with them for a whole day and a night, and he ate and lived with them. From the moment he started taking over them, he had never given up on them.

"Miscellaneous Doctor! Miracle Doctor!"

"Young boy! Youth!"

"Miscellaneous Doctor, what's your name?"

"Dongfang Yue." Ye Xiyue pondered for a moment and said.

Xi: It means the East.

Before in Jinyang Kingdom, Jing Chiyue asked her, what is your name?

She replied: Dongfang Yue.

In the Grand Marshal's camp, Ma Chufu walked in with a big stalker with a big smile, "Hahaha, head coach! head coach!"

Nan Wushuang was sitting in the tent reading. He heard the movement and looked up at the person who had entered the tent, "What made General Ma so happy?"

The plague spread to the army these days, and Nan Wushuang could not sleep peacefully, so he could only rely on reading to kill time and arrange troops.

"Chief Coach, let me tell you good news. The wounded area is in full swing!"

"Hmm?" Nan Wu listened with his ears, "Where did this sound come from?"

"The wounded soldiers are in trouble now, the soldiers there are so much fun."

Nan Wushuang's eyes lit up, "That boy stopped the plague?"
Chapter completed!