Chapter 627: Conditions

bout gun mechanics. However, there were no modern materials here, so she couldn't build those kinds of guns at all.So she can only draw a rough outline from memory now.But no matter how many she drew,...An Xuetang frowned, return to the Western Regions She wasn't from the Western Regions, what did it mean to go back, that was impossible.

But she seemed to know what they were talking about when it came to the big-neck disease.

At this point, in order to be more certain that the illness was truly the kind she had in mind, An Xue Tang then asked, "Could you perhaps give this concubine a detailed description of the specifics of the illness"

The abbot of this illness only heard about it, but he had never seen it with his own eyes.

At this time, the Western Regions people who previously spoke Central Plains dialect looked up at An Xuetang and explained with a bow:

"Lord of the Spirit, someone afflicted with this strange illness will have their neck thicken. Afterward, they will experience difficulty breathing and swallowing. Furthermore, as the neck swells further, their voice will become hoarse."

After he finished describing it, An Xue Tang's mind instantly flashed with a disease: hyperthyroidism!

In the 21st century, there is also goiter: hyperthyroidism.

And the symptoms of hyperthyroidism match exactly what he just described.

After the Xiyu man finished speaking, he took the initiative to pull down his collar. It turned out that he was also a sick person.

His neck has begun to thicken.

Feng Ming saw him like this, immediately frowned, "Why didn't you say you were sick"

He didn't know if the disease was contagious or not, so he was quite angry right now. It wasn't that he was afraid of being infected himself; it was mainly because his daughter, A Tang, was still here. He couldn't bear for her to be in any danger!

Knowing Feng Ming was in a bad mood, An Xue Tang quickly stepped forward and held him down, "Brother, this illness is not contagious, don't be afraid."

Feng Ming pursed his lips, he furrowed his brows as if wanting to say something more, but An Xue Tang had already gotten up and was walking step by step towards the sick man from Xiliang.

"Ah Tang, you..."

"Don't worry." An Xue Tang immediately told the Xiyu man to stand up. "Pull your clothes down and let this concubine take a look at your neck."

This person hesitated to glance at the abbot, who gave him a slight nod. Only then did he pull his collar down.

An Xue Tang took a careful look, she already had a preliminary judgment, this should be hyperthyroidism.

There are many underlying causes of this disease, the most common being iodine deficiency and iodine excess.

Both deficiency and excess can cause goiter, as well as other causes such as environment and genetics.

However, after listening to the abbot's explanations just now, she determined that iodine deficiency or excess was more likely to be the cause of the illness.

Moreover, she had consulted a map before and knew that the Western Regions were landlocked. Therefore, it was highly probable that they consumed very little salt, and that the salt itself may not have contained iodine. Consequently, it was likely that long-term iodine deficiency caused goiter in this region.

Thinking of this, An Xuetang narrowed her eyes. Whether it was iodine deficiency or iodine overload that caused goiter, she could concoct traditional Chinese medicine for them to regulate their bodies. After determining the cause of goiter, she could also teach people from the Western Regions how to prevent and treat it.

But she wasn't an incarnation of Buddha, nor a mythical spirit like those found in the West. She had no obligation to help the people of the West for free. However, the hallucinogenic items they possessed sparked her interest.

Thinking of this, An Xue Tang retreated back to Feng Ming's side. She stared at the abbot, "Abbot, you also know my identity. It is impossible for me to go to Xili with you."

As soon as An Xue Tang uttered those words, both the abbot and the Western Regions man who could understand Central Plains dialect exchanged glances, a hint of worry in their eyes.

But the next moment, An Xuetang said, "But perhaps I have a way to cure this strange illness that you people from the Western Regions suffer from."

The abbot suddenly raised his head and looked at An Xuetang, "Is the princess saying this seriously"

"This concubine can only say that she is very confident, but she cannot guarantee it completely to you. Isn't there a patient right now This concubine can treat him. If he recovers, it means this concubine has the correct treatment method. But...this concubine never treats people easily."

The abbot was a smart man. Hearing An Xuetang say this, he instantly understood. He looked at An Xuetang seriously, “What are your terms, Your Highness”

"You people from the Western Regions can control other people's minds, this skill this concubine wants to learn."

"It seems there's a misunderstanding, Your Highness. The Abbot chuckled and shook his head, "This isn't some powerful martial art, it's simply a hallucinogenic drug. There are less than ten bottles of this drug in the world, all held by the royal family of Xiwu. When they came looking for you, Your Highness, the Xiwu royal family gave them five bottles to bring."

An Xuetang frowned, "What about the **recipe**"

"There has never been a formula for this hallucinogen. It has always existed as a finished product within the Western Regions royal court. The royal court of the Western Regions has always wanted someone to mass-produce it, but no matter how they tried, they couldn't succeed. This is not a secret in the world; I think Fenggu Lord must have heard of it."

An Xuetang looked at Feng Ming, seeing that he nodded slightly. He had indeed heard of it.

An Xuetang puckered her lips, "Since you lot only have a few bottles of hallucinogenic drugs, why should this concubine help you with such a big favor for the Western Regions"

The abbot was taken aback for a moment, then said, "If the Princess is willing to help the people of Xī Yù, this poor monk's life from now on will belong to the Princess."

An Xuetang arched an eyebrow and shrugged. "Why would this princess want your life"

Having said that, she looked thoughtfully at the group of Westerners, "Well then, while I am treating this person, all of you from the West must obey my orders and do what I ask."

This request wasn't high at all. The abbot and the man from the Western Regions just looked at each other, and almost without hesitation, agreed.

And Xue Tang didn't say any nonsense. She immediately gave them the first task, which was to find Nineteen and the person behind Nineteen.

Then Feng Ming suddenly spoke, "A Tang, brother has thought about it. The one who opened the city gate to the people from Xi Yu might be Mo Yun Ze. This Mo Yun Ze liked to travel around a few years ago and should have been to many places. Perhaps he saw people from Xi Yu looking for your portrait everywhere."

Then what What good would it do him to bring the people of Xiyu into the capital

“He has always wanted you. He planned to have the people from Xili first take you from Mo Yunjing's hands, and then he would snatch you away from them. After a fight between the people from Xili and Mo Yunjing, they would surely be exhausted. Then, he would act as a good guy and strike the people from Xili hard from behind, taking you from them with ease!”

I have to admit, Fengming's guess makes a lot of sense. And the person who could open the city gate for the people from Xiwu without anyone knowing in the middle of the night certainly wouldn't be an ordinary person.

It seems that Mo Yunze is behind this.

Could the Nineteenth be Mo Yunze's person

And that day, the person who hurt Feng Ming, could it also be someone from Mo Yunzedo""Heh." The man scoffed dismissively. "You think if I wanted to do something to you, two steps back would save you"As they spoke, the man slowly raised his hand and, with an unyielding grip, pinched...