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The support provided by the imperial court of the State of Yu to Suzhou was considerable, with ship after ship of supplies, plus monks from the Academy, Zhenfu Division and several academies.
The hospital originally located in the city was moved outside the city.
Not only does it occupy a larger area, but also has higher floors, which can accommodate thousands of patients.
The walls were coated with a layer of white lime powder, and the surface was clean and tidy. Every half an hour, someone would bring a bucket of potion and sprinkle it on the ground.
"Mom, it hurts."
"Be good, bear with me and it won't hurt anymore."
In the hospital, a mother was sitting in the corridor holding her six or seven-year-old son.
She was wearing a brown cloth, with a haggard look on her face.
The child in her arms, with a slightly yellowish face, was groaning uncomfortably and twisting.
At this time, there were many patients and their family members sitting on the benches in the corridor.
Even though the ward has been built big enough, there are still people who cannot wait for beds and can only wait here.
"Ugh——"
Without any warning, the child in the woman's arms suddenly vomited, and the vomit dripped onto the corridor floor, emitting a pungent smell.
She stood up in a panic, rushed to the consulting room with her child in her arms, and shouted, "Doctor Qian, look at my child quickly, he suddenly vomited!"
Doctor Qian was treating other patients. When he heard the shouting, he stood up with a slight frown, checked the child in the woman's arms, and said calmly: "It's okay, normal reaction."
He turned to the nurse and said: "Zhang Liu, go outside and get some sand and a broom. Sprinkle the sand on the vomit, and then use the broom to sweep it away."
The doctor's indifferent reaction did not alleviate the woman's panic.
On the contrary, she was even more at a loss, "Doctor, how could my son be like this? He was fine the past few days..."
"I told you, it's a normal reaction. I reminded you before when I took the medicine."
Doctor Qian frowned and said: "Although this tartaric medicine is very effective, it may cause vomiting, fever, dizziness, and headache.
I also suggested that you wait a few more days for a monk to be free, and then personally use the thread removal method to remove the schistosomiasis from your son's body.
But you just can't wait, who can you blame?"
"I, I..."
The woman opened her mouth and said sadly: "My husband-in-law, father-in-law, and mother-in-law are all dead. Only my son and I are left at home. He is my life..."
For a while, the clinic became quiet, and the patients and family members who were peeping in and listening outside the room also pursed their lips slightly, feeling concerned.
Under the attack of schistosomiasis, entire villages and households can disappear out of thin air.
The disintegration of a family is all too common.
The method of removing the thread of thought is good or not,
But there are too many patients and the number of monks is limited.
How many patients can wait until they are condescended to by monks and spend their spiritual energy to treat their illnesses?
A patient with no background, it doesn’t matter,
Waiting left, waiting right, watching the condition getting worse and worse,
It is better to follow the doctor's instructions and use tartar medicine directly.
In the consulting room, there are only women's sad cries.
And the child comforted his mother in a low voice, "Mom, don't cry, I don't feel any pain anymore..."
Tap tap tap.
Li Angzheng and Qiu Feng, who were wearing white coats, passed by in the corridor. When they heard crying, they glanced into the consulting room.
When he saw the child's jaundiced face and the helpless and compassionate expressions on the faces of the patients around him, he instantly understood what had happened.
Immediately he stepped into the room with a gloomy face, a slightly angry tone, and asked Dr. Qian: "What's going on? Didn't I say that children can't use tartar medicine?!"
"Li Xiaolangjun..."
The doctor Qian from Luoyang Hospital saw Li Ang, straightened his posture with some fear, and said tremblingly: "The list of thread removal methods was full ten days ago.
His mother begged me again and again, so I had no choice but to prescribe tartar..."
Li Xiaolangjun?!
The surrounding patients and family members were astonished. There were many doctors named Li in the entire ward, but there was only one doctor named Xiao Langjun.
Plop.
The woman knelt down on the ground and kept kowtowing to Li Ang, "Little Medicine King God, please have mercy and cure my son. I only have one son. I can't live if he dies..."
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"...Get up. I'm not the King of Medicine, and I'm not worthy of your kneeling."
Li Ang took a deep breath, helped the woman stand up from the ground, turned his head slightly, and said to Qiu Feng: "Read the silk for me."
"Ah? But..."
Qiu Feng was slightly stunned. She knew very well that Li Ang had just come out of another clinic and his spiritual power had not yet recovered. "I'll do it..."
"No need. You have also used up your spiritual power."
Li Ang took the thread from Qiu Feng's hand, paused for a while, and used the removal method to remove the schistosomiasis from the child's body.
Even with his current proficiency, it took more than four hours to complete the operation.
It was getting late, and the woman hugged her son and left with great gratitude.
Li Ang stared blankly at the closed door of the consulting room, silent.
"The sun rises,"
Qiu Feng, who had used potion to clean the threads, noticed the expression on Li Ang's face that he had never shown before, and plucked up the courage to say: "You have done a good job, the removal of the threads just now was really beautiful...
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"It's no use."
Li Ang lowered his eyes and murmured: "It's useless."
This chapter has been completed!