He was transported from a modern laboratory to someone who fled famine in the Northern Song Dynasty and died of starvation. His left arm was rotten and he had a high fever.
The first thing he did when he woke up was to pick out a little girl who had been buried alive from the pile of dead people.
The second thing was to poison three gangsters with a handful of aconite.
In the refugee camp, I used purslane to treat dysentery; in the medicine shop, I used aconite to beat Jirentang in the face;
In the border military camp, I used Artemisia annua juice to fight the deadly plague.
"I am a doctor, and I am also a doctor who can kill people."
Someone asked me why I set the rules for medicinal materials.
I said: The weeds in my hand are more effective than your century-old ginseng.
——The weeds will not die, and the medical knowledge will not be extinguished.
