"ZoZola, I don't trust you to go alone." The thick voice came from a middle-aged man who was as tall and reliable as a mountain. Wearing a skirt on him did not look feminine at all, but gave people a feeling that he should wear it like this.
Zuozuo shook his head, "Uncle Samba, I won't enter the deep mountain. You don't have to worry about my safety. Now the people in the tribe are unstable and can't leave you. You can rest assured that I will pick the herbs I need."
Samba, the leader, could not force the boy who suddenly became assertive and assertive. He was happy to see such Zozola. As a tribal witch, she always looked timid and cowardly, not to mention the witch of their Mogan tribe.
In addition, the current situation of the tribe is really bad. Two children have died. Even if the healthy children are isolated according to Zozola's instructions, it is still slow. Three more children have fallen ill. Their tribe has few people. If this goes on, the tribe will die without external force.
With a sigh, Samba had no choice but to agree, "Well, you must come back before dark. If you don't come back before the lights are on, I will send the whole family to find you."
"I see." Put the prepared food into the medicine basket, hold the medicine hoe in your hand, and then carry the medicine basket on your back and shake it gently. Zuo Zuo approached the leader who was worried and comforted him in a soft voice
Samba nodded gently at the child he had raised with the former witch Gegesang. He was not less concerned about her than his own child
Zuozuo pulled his nose and his eyes were wet. He didn't want anyone to see anything strange. He started walking up the mountain and said, "I will come back as soon as possible."
Mogan tribe is settled in a basin surrounded by mountains on all sides, and this mountain is not a small mountain. Except for the smaller mountain at the entrance, the other three sides are all continuous mountains. What is the shape of the deep mountain forest and what is there is no one knows. The people of Mogan tribe have not explored it. At the beginning, when they decided to settle here, the tribal leader sent an elite team to explore, But none of them came back alive. After careful exploration, the leader drew the range of their activities. No matter how good a hunter is, no matter how skillful he is, he should not exceed that range.
The map has been handed down from generation to generation and is now in the hands of Samba.
Successive witches are the only ones in the tribe who know medical science. It's perfectly normal to go up to the mountain to collect herbs. It has been passed down from generation to generation, and no one will go deep without being killed. But Zozola has always been timid, and no one has ever entered the mountain.
ZuoZola shook the medicine basket on the top and looked at the green everywhere without tears. Although she was a man of two generations, she was once a doctor who lost traditional Chinese medicine to western medicine and had three years of clinical experience, but in their place, even Chinese medicine only needs to write a prescription, and she has also been to the pharmacy, But those processed herbs are quite different from those still growing in the soil.
How can she recognize these primitive herbs? It's really a big test for her.
But now the flu is spreading in the tribe. If we don't think of something else, let alone the children, the adults are afraid that they will all have problems. At present, the disease may not kill people, but in this place with extremely low sanitary conditions, if we can't control it well, there will be only those two people who will die.
Knock your head. Why is this little witch so useless? I'm timid. Except for the former witch Gegesang and the leader Samba, they don't dare to contact other people. They can't do what the tribal witches are good at. Their magic power is so low that they can't keep out the cold in winter. It's really useless.
Zuozuo also carried it home. In her previous life, she asked her parents to send a white haired man to a black haired man without saying anything. She borrowed such a useless one from the dead.
Her mind kept turning, but her eyes were not idle. She scanned the herbs one by one and felt that they were like herbs. If she knew that this would happen, she would not abandon traditional Chinese medicine to western medicine in her last life. Although she wanted to combine Chinese medicine with western medicine, but later she was mostly exposed to various western medicines, instruments and scalpels. She was less and less exposed to herbs, Did she forget the original idea later? No wonder grandpa often flashes disappointment when he looks at her.
Why don't you try penicillin? This thing can play a great role. It really can save lives.
Wait a minute, Zuozuo pulls back and squats down. She touches the leaves, stems and eyes on the grass with her fingers. Rubbing her eyes, it seems to be silver grass. She is short of a medicine at present, but it doesn't feel like it. What she sees in the pharmacy is not like this
This is the tragedy of traditional Chinese medicine students. Even if she has been learning traditional Chinese medicine, she will have a headache even if she has to face the original untreated herbs, which is far from the same before and after treatment!
The hand unconsciously continued to fondle the herb. It was hard to remember the description of silver herb on the herb diagram that grandpa gave her as an extracurricular reading when she was a child. The memory was too long, and the impression was so vague
Nine leaf clover: remove excess heat, nausea and vomiting, clear lung heat.
Oh, it's nine leaf clover. It looks like silver grass. Fortunately, she still remembers
No, she didn't recognize it as Jiuye Grass at all, not to mention that its efficacy is so clear, how could it be possible.
Zola only felt cold at the back of her neck and sweating on her back, which had not yet entered the deep forest. Even if there were ghosts, they would not run in front of her.
After waiting for a long time with a stiff body, except that the wind made the leaves rattle, there was no other movement around, and no feedback was received. Zuo Zola dared to shake her neck and look around. After not seeing other intelligent lives except her, her heart fell back into her stomach.
It's not a monster. What happened just now?
She clenched her fist and let it go, then clenched it and let it go. Finally, she put her heart back on the herb. This time, there was no response. Was she wrong?
What was she thinking just now? It seems to be asking what kind of herb it is in my heart, and thinking about it, the message will naturally appear in my brain: Nine leaf clover, eliminating excess heat, nausea and vomiting, and clearing lung heat.
Isn't it true that this little witch has this ability? She has occupied this body for half a month. Why hasn't she found anything? Just now... I think it was a hoax.
Looking around, Zuo Zuo pulled his eyes. She knew that it was motherwort. She walked over without thinking, put her hand on it, and asked in her heart, "What is this?"?
I don't know whether it is expected or unexpected, but the information comes quietly: motherwort, promoting blood circulation, regulating menstruation, promoting water and swelling, cooling blood and eliminating stasis.
What does it mean for a doctor to have this skill? Forced to suppress the tumultuous excitement in his heart, Zola continued to explore and casually grabbed a plant. Even if it was not a herb, it would also feedback its information, such as name and characteristics. Zola felt that he was passing through Baidu.
Now, don't worry about not finding herbs. She is thinking of throwing useful herbs into the medicine basket quickly. She will go back before dark, which she remembers.
As the saying goes, extreme joy begets sorrow. Zuo Zola thoroughly realized that when the medicine basket was almost full, she was proud to be able to go back earlier. When there was a sharp pain in her ankle, she knew it was bad. She was so excited that she forgot to scare away the snake in the grass first, so she knew it was a hit.
He used a hoe to sweep in the grass. The one that disappeared in the sight was only thumb thick and about two feet long. The green snake made her cry to herself. The snake's poison was not easy to deal with.
Sitting on the ground, I looked at the wound on my lower ankle. Two tooth marks were clearly visible. The wound was burning and swollen with the naked eye. There were long spots around the wound. Little by little, purple. Only a little while ago, the shoes had been dyed red. There was a circle of blood on the ground. The blood flow was too fast. Even bleeding would kill people.
As a modern doctor, she still knows how to deal with the wound without snake venom, but now the place is wrong and there is no condition. There is no knife and no disinfection tools on hand. Zola is so anxious that she sweats cold. She doesn't want to die again just a few days after she came back.
Ouch... I touched my chest and retched a few times. Zuo Zola neatly opened the skirt to reveal the white lining inside, and pulled it hard... I didn't move at all. Is it true that the TV in the novel is deceptive?! Why can't she pull it?
When I saw the green vine nearby, I thought it could also be used. I hooked it with a medicine hoe and tied it tightly five centimeters above the wound. I felt relieved when the bleeding slowed down. Fortunately, she didn't walk far through the mountains and forests. She should be able to go down the mountain. At this time, there were tribal people working in the fields. As long as she went down the mountain, she would not die.
Take out some medicines from the medicine basket, put them into your mouth and chew them with acerbity, apply them to the wound, hoping they can start to work.
Then throw away the medicine that can't be used in the medicine basket. The remaining half of the basket is part of the medicine she wants to use to detoxify snake venom, and the other part is for the purpose of going up the mountain today. Throw it on her back hard, stand up with dizziness, move a few steps to the tree, and pick up a branch that is suitable for being a crutch on the way. Just move it one by one, and finally move it to the edge of the mountain. Calculate the time, Zola sits down and loosens the vine to activate blood circulation. If the muscle is necrotic, even if she is a doctor, she can't solve it.
Zozola once again regretted that he did not insist on learning Chinese medicine. If he had learned Chinese medicine all the time, he would not be half a bucket of water here now. Don't lose your life.
Grandpa, if time can go back and start again, I will learn from you and never let you down again.
Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world! Left left heart sneers.
PS: New pit, please don't collect carelessly.
