He did it as he said, but the next morning, Zhao Rong actually carried some exquisite gifts. After receiving Zhao Xiaoyi, he still hired a boat and took the boat to Runzhou along the canal. He also moved to Runzhou City very smoothly at noon and arrived in front of Mi's house.

Although he had known the Mi family and had stayed at the Mi family for one night, when he arrived at the Mi family, Zhao Rong still had to come forward to explain his purpose to the Mi family's disciples and asked his disciples to report it for him. As a result, Zhao Rong was very surprised that after being invited by the Mi family servants to sit down, Mi Youren's son Mi Xian, who was not very interested in him, came out to receive him with face. Huang Ji, who had already arrived at the Mi family as a guest, was still at Mi Youren's house and accompanied Mi Xian to meet him.

It is precisely because of this that when they bowed each other, Zhao Rong couldn't help but ask Huang Ji in surprise: "Young Master Huang, why are you still here? Haven't left yet?"

"What? Master Zhao hasn't driven away the passengers yet, you just want to drive me away?" Huang Jio's reply was extremely unkind, and it was obvious that he was holding a grudge against Zhao Rong for picking his eggs at the literary meeting.

"It's not that." Zhao Rong shook his head quickly and said, "I just think it's strange. Why are you still here for more than ten days, Mr. Huang?"

"Brother Huang Shi and Huang Shiwang had wanted to leave long ago." Mi Xian stood up and explained to Huang Jiong, saying, "But because my father suddenly fell ill and was very sick, Shiwang and the others couldn't rest assured, so they stayed."

"I'm afraid I want to hit my wife, so I took the opportunity to show it?" Zhao Rong murmured in his heart and said, "So that's the case. Mr. Mi, I came for this. I heard that Uncle Mi was sick outside the city and couldn't rest assured, so I came to visit him."

"Uncle Mi, when did my family and your family get so close?" Mi Xian also muttered in his heart, and said politely: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao has troubled you."

"How is it?" Zhao Rong asked again: "Have your uncle's condition improved? What kind of disease is it? Can you let Uncle Mi meet me?"

"Young Master is worried about it, it has improved a little." Mi Xian still answered unsalable and said, "As for meeting, my father is still very ill now and can't meet guests, so I won't bother you."

"What's the disease?" Zhao Rong asked again hurriedly.

"Young Master asked why you are so meticulous?" Huang Jie asked bluntly: "Young Master, can you treat Uncle Mi Shi's illness?"

Zhao Rong, who really didn't understand medicine, was suddenly embarrassed. At this moment, a maid suddenly rushed to the front hall and shouted nervously: "Langjun, go quickly, Alang is sick again, and it's very serious. My wife told you to go back quickly."

After all, it was father-son family affection. After hearing this, Mi Xian rushed out of the front hall without saying a word and rushed out of the front hall to the backyard. Huang Ji also hurriedly followed. Zhao Rong hesitated for a moment and ordered Zhao Xiaoyi to stay in the front hall to wait, and then rushed out of the hall quickly, following Mi Xian and Huang Ji straight to the backyard of the Mi family.

When he arrived at the front of the main room in the middle of the backyard, the main room where the Mi family and his wife lived was already in chaos. The servants ran around and could vaguely hear sobs, and the room was filled with the smell of medicine. Zhao Rong didn't care about any etiquette and directly followed Mi Xian into Mi Youren's bedroom. At a glance, he saw Mi Youren, who had lost a lot of weight, lying on the bed, his whole body was twitching, his face was particularly red, and he was moaning constantly.

"It's hot again." A man who looked like a doctor shouted, "Hurry, add a quilt to the Mi Daguan."

Several quilts quickly covered Mi Youren's body, but Mi Youren twitched even harder and screamed in pain. Zhao Rong had only seen Mi's mother and Mi Ning crying beside the bed. Mi Xian grabbed the doctor and asked anxiously: "Doctor, how is my father's illness? Is it dangerous?"

The doctor looked embarrassed and said after a while: "Mr. Mi, if it still doesn't work, I can only ask you to invite another master."

Hearing this, Mi Mother and Mi Ning naturally cried louder. Huang Ji's father Huang Xiang also sighed beside him, with a sad face. Mi Xian became even more anxious and said, "There is no other way? Wang Doctor Wang, you are the most famous Doctor in Runzhou City. Even you said you can't do it. Who else can we find?"

"Mr. Mi, but I am not a god." The doctor said helplessly: "Mr. Mi's illness has become like this. I'm afraid that the gods will descend to earth, and it may be difficult to cure it."

Mi Xian sighed and couldn't help but stomp his feet. Zhao Rong took two steps forward and went to see Mi Youren's condition carefully. Seeing that Mi Youren's forehead was filled with sweat, his whole body was twitching, and his lips were filled with bubbles. Zhao Rong's heart suddenly moved and hurriedly turned around and asked the doctor: "Doctor, ask, Uncle Mi's disease should be malaria, right?"

"That's right, it's malaria." The doctor nodded and replied.

"Then why don't you use Artemisia annua to treat him?" Zhao Rong asked hurriedly.

"It's been used." The doctor answered even more helplessly and said, "According to the prescription in "Back to the Elbow", I asked Mr. Mi and the others to pick a lot of Artemisia annua, soaked it in water and skewed it out of juice to feed Mr. Mi, but it was still useless."

"Mr. Zhao, do you think you are the only one who knows medical skills?" Huang Jie also took the opportunity to scold: "My father has also read "The Back of the Elbow" and also thought about using Artemisia annua to treat Uncle Mi Shi. I also went to the river to pick a lot of Artemisia annua juice, but it was useless and it didn't work at all."

"That's because you picked the wrong medicine." Zhao Rong said in a deep voice: "What you picked must be ordinary Artemisia annua, so it's useless. To treat malaria, you must use Artemisia atractylodes."

"Artemisia sacred? What is Artemisia sacred?" The doctor next to him was stunned and said, "Didn't you mention Artemisia sacred in the medical books?"

"Artemisia sycamore and Artemisia annua look very similar, but the color is a little yellow, but the taste is also a little different." Zhao Rong replied: "But only Artemisia sycamore can cure malaria, but Artemisia annua cannot."

"Young master, who have you heard of? Why have I never heard of this kind of wormwood?" the doctor asked curiously.

"I listen to Tu..." Zhao Rong almost let out a joke, but fortunately he stopped in time, then turned to Mi Xian and said, "Mr. Mi, if you can trust me, go find Artemisia immediately, and then use my method to squeeze out the medicine juice and feed it to Uncle Mi, so that he can hope to cure Uncle Mi's illness."

Mi Xian hesitated a little, and Huang Jie next to him rushed to say, "Brother Mi Shi, don't listen to him. We have tried Artemisia annua and have no effect at all. Uncle Shi became ill again. If he drinks the wrong medicine again, it may be even more dangerous."

He was indeed not interested in Zhao Rong enough. After hesitating for a while, Mi Xian said to Zhao Rong: "Thank you for your kindness, but there is no need. I dare not take risks with my father's body."

Zhao Rong refused to give up, and turned to Mi's mother and Mi Ning who were wiping tears beside him, and said, "Auntie, Mi Xiaoma, if you want to cure Uncle Mi, please give me a chance. I will find Artemisia for you and make medicine for you. Then you just need to feed Uncle Mi to drink. I dare not say 100% of the time, but I have 50% or 60% of the time, and I can cure Uncle Mi."

"this……."

Mi's mother looked up at her son in embarrassment, while Mi Xian shook her head firmly, obviously unwilling to believe Zhao Rong's nonsense. Mi Ning hesitated for a moment, then looked up and said, "Young Master Zhao, thank you for your hard work. Please go and find medicine for my father. Come and ask us to let my father drink."

"Little sister, stop talking, when is it your turn to make decisions in our family?" Mi Xian said angrily.

"Stop it!" Mi Ning immediately retorted, saying, "My father is so sick. You still refuse to give Mr. Zhao a try? What if Mr. Zhao's method is really effective? Do you miss this opportunity?"

"But what if there is no effect?" Mi Xian retorted.

"It's better to be waiting for death here if it doesn't work!" Mi Ning answered louder than Mi Xian, which made Zhao Rong worry that his wife looked delicate and quietly decided to have the potential of a tigress. Then Mi Ning turned to her mother and said, "Mom, you have heard it too. Mr. Zhao said he is 50% sure. Since he is so sure, then let him give it a try. It's better than being anxious and helpless here."

Mi's mother hesitated for a moment, looked at her husband who was in bed with pain and unconsciousness, and finally nodded and said, "Young Master Zhao, then I'll bother you. We are willing to try your method."

"Young Master Zhao, thank you for your hard work." Mi Ning also said to Zhao Rong: "Do we want to send a few people to help you and find medicine?"

"No need, I have a servant, enough staff." Zhao Rong replied casually, bowed to Mi Ning again, and said, "Miss Mi, thank you for your trust. Please rest assured, I will never let you down."

Mi Ning stood up and returned the salute, and said with a firm look: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, if Mr. Zhao can really rejuvenate my father and save my father, Mi Ning will definitely repay you for your great kindness, even if she is a cow and a horse."
Chapter completed!