As the sun set, the door of the pharmacy opened from the inside with a creak. Ji Luo rushed to the small kitchen with two bags of medicine.
Seeing her enter, Mo Yuan stood up and said, "Master, do you want to brew medicine? I'll do it."
"No need." Ji Luo took out two prescriptions from his pocket. "Send this over there."
The previous prescription had an effect on some patients who had just been infected with the plague. Although it was not obvious, it at least meant that she had used the right medicine.
This time, she added thick and simple medicine. Because the medicinal properties of the two medicines were strong, she had never dared to use them together before. However, from Song Jingchen's symptoms, it was impossible to treat the plague with conservative methods, so she took the risk to try.
There were two prescriptions. One was for patients with mild illnesses, and many other herbs were added.
