Clinics do not require word of mouth than other industries.

The Chang's Clinic has been open for more than half a month, but many people have doubts and not many patients come to the door for treatment. However, Chang Jin and others did not open the clinic for money, so they are not in a hurry.

When he had free time, Bai Susu started writing medical books. He had already considered the difficulties before, but he still didn't know how to start when he really picked up the pen.

After trying it a few times, she finally put down her brush in depressed mood.

"What's wrong?" Hearing the sigh, Chang Jin raised his head from the book.

"The outline of medical books in this dynasty is unknown, and it is divided into hundreds of three grades, middle and lower, which is too simple. Whether it is metal, dinosaur, wood, or zodiac, feathers and feathers. There are many medicinal materials that can cure diseases in this world, and there are thousands of prescriptions. It is so difficult to distinguish them from the three grades. I don't know how to start...

"What's the difficulty?" After Chang Jin said that, he took out a piece of white paper, then picked up the pen and wrote on it.

Speaking of which, Chang Jin still feels a little regretful. On Earth in his previous life, he had come into contact with the medical masterpiece "Compendium of Materia Medica". However, at that time, he was more curious about this book and never carefully studied it.

The only entry I remember is "Baicao Frost, now the person is responsible for digestion and stagnation, and uses it in the lower part of the food and medicine. It stops all blood from the upper part of the lower part, and the woman is in the middle of the fetus and has suffered from the lower part of the body, and has diseases before and after the fetus, typhoid yang poison, yellow gallbladder, malaria dysentery, choking, and all sores of the throat, mouth and tongue."

It was a complete accident to remember this one.

When I was a child, I lived in my grandmother’s house in the countryside. In that era, the lack of supplies made it a problem for people to eat white noodles every meal, let alone buy snacks for children.

But he was greedy when he was a child and often went to the orchard with his friends to steal fruits. He would eat a lot of raw melons, pears and dates every time. Later, he ate food and had a pale face and thin skin all day long, and was sick.

When my grandmother saw something was wrong, she took herself to see an old Chinese doctor. The prescription prescribed by the old Chinese doctor included the Chinese medicine Baicao Cromile. For some reason, Chang Jin kept this name in his heart.

Later, when I went to high school, I looked at the "Compendium of Materia Medica" and happened to find this entry. After reading it, he kept calling the old Chinese doctor a liar. The so-called Baicao Frost in his relationship is simply the pot bottom ash left at the bottom of the iron pot after cooking with firewood in the countryside.

It is precisely because of this that Chang Jin remembers Baicao Shuang very clearly. As for the other contents recorded in the book, most of them have forgotten one or two pure ones. If I had known that I would have entered this world, I should have memorized the "Compendium of Materia Medica" at the beginning... Of course, this is just thinking about it in my heart.

His mind was full of thoughts, but his subordinates were not slow to move, and he quickly picked up the pen and described it on the white paper.

"What are you drawing? A big tree..." Bai Susu looked over with her body, and saw a big tree drawn on the white paper, with many branches divided on it.

"You will understand later." Chang Jin didn't explain, and then wrote two big words on the bottom of the big tree: Plant

Bai Susu immediately understood the meaning of this word, and clearly referred to all grains and plants.

On the second level of the big tree, Chang Jin wrote about seed plants, ferns, bryophytes, etc. The big trees are divided into more branches. Among them, two branches are divided into monocotyledons and dicotyledons.

Seeing this, Bai Susu already understood the purpose of Qinglang's painting, but there were more questions in his heart: "Yun Sheng's move is to apply the catalogue to the pharmacopoeia, just like a rope connecting copper coins. If you divide it like this, you can indeed include thousands of medicinal materials. But will it be too cumbersome? If you divide it like this, you will probably have to divide thousands of branches in the end."

"Not so many, seven levels are enough," Chang Jin smiled and wrote the name at each level of the big tree: "Genotype of the Glyph of the Glyphs".

With these seven words, Bai Susu suddenly realized on her face that this plant naturally belongs to the plant world, and animals can also use the animal world. After thinking for a moment, she was surprised and said: "Yunsheng, these seven words seem simple, but in fact they are all-encompassing. If they are divided, wouldn't they be able to encompass the world and all things??"

"That's true," Chang Jin nodded, "It's just a pharmacopoeia at present, so there's no need to divide it into that detail.

"It's not difficult to write according to this method." Bai Susu carefully understood and felt that this classification method was brilliant and almost like Tao.

She felt aroused in her heart and asked again: "Yun Sheng, is this also the law of heaven and earth that you have learned?"

"That's right?" Chang Jin's face turned slightly red. Strictly speaking, this category of seven characters is indeed a way to reveal the secrets of the world and everything, but it was not what he thought of.

Just as he was about to continue to explain, suddenly his divine thoughts churned, and the Temple of Engong had already appeared in front of him.

At this moment, the temple was extremely lively. A few people were carrying wooden tables. There were three animals on the table. Behind them, there were many people, beating with gongs and drums. There was an old man standing in front of the group, wearing thick clothes, and he looked like he was the person in charge.

Several people arranged the three animals in a quick manner, and some people lit the incense and placed it in the hands of the old man.

The old man knelt down a few steps forward, kowtowed three times and said loudly: "My deity is above, but the villain heard that Mr. Benevolence has a strong magic power. He is an upright and intelligent god, so he came to invite him.

The villain's name is Huo Changshan, and he is the village chief of Huojiadu Village, Jiangshihe. My Huojiadu Village is twenty-five miles away from Wanshan Prefecture. There are Jiangshihe Rivers flowing through and pouring into Du Water.

Last year, because Dushui Shuijun led the people to rebell, the Huojiadu River God also participated in it, and was later killed by the Taoist temple. Huojiadu lost the gods to guard it, and ghosts and monsters grew up. A few months ago, a monster with powerful magic came to Jiangshihei, harassing the people in the town day and night, asking for sacrifices from time to time. In recent days, it has become even worse and asked us to sacrifice it with boys and girls. We can't bear it anymore. Today we offer three animals, hoping to ask our benefactor to drive away the monsters for the people of Huojiadu.

If the gods of the benevolence help us drive away the demon, the people of Huojiadu are willing to build a benevolence temple in the town and offer incense and spiritual power from now on..."

Huo Changshan made a big statement and expressed the reason for asking God very clearly.

Chang Jin sighed in his heart, what he was worried about finally happened.

Last year, when Wanshan Prefecture fought, dozens of river gods from a river within a radius of a hundred miles of Dushui Wanshan Prefecture fell one after another. Although these river gods did nothing in normal times, they would not cause trouble if they ruled the ghosts and monsters.

Now that they are gone, those unknown water monsters have emerged one after another, harming the people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.

Logically speaking, the Taoist sect should have taken over the aftermath. However, during the war, the water meridian talismans were thrown into the formation, and one out of ten was left. The Taoist sect now wanted to re-establish the gods, but they could not find so many water meridian talismans, so they could only let these places go in chaos.

Now that the troubled times are coming, fighting for the dragon is the most important thing, and other things can be put aside for the time being. What's more, this chaos is also beneficial to the Yuqing Dao fighting for the dragon.
Chapter completed!