The stench in the small thatched house was several times worse than the smell of Du Yiqing's vomiting just now.
When the imperial doctor saw the prince and Du Yiqing entering the thatched house, and heard that they wanted to see a doctor and save someone, he had no choice but to follow them in.
As soon as he entered the room, the smell really made him, a doctor who had been an imperial physician for many years, couldn't help but change his face.
Abu held Shangguan Yu's hand and kept wiping his tears.
Du Yiqing walked directly to the bed, lifted off the dark quilt, and frowned.
"Abu, how could this happen?" The pustule I saw yesterday was a bit turbid now, and it had a faint tendency to tear.
Originally, it was very troublesome to cut the pustule, and it may even cause severe infection to the skin...
While crying, Abu murmured: "Sisters, you left yesterday. Dad said that his illness would be incurable sooner or later. He had to get out of bed without any effort, but... he fell down, and Abu couldn't lift dad.
, it became like this..."
Du Yiqing looked at the man in his early thirties with a haggard look, feeling resentful but unable to hate him.
He probably knew that he couldn't bring anything to the child, so he might as well die so that Shangguan Yu could take in the child, right?
However, does he know that no matter how difficult it is, Abu still wants his father by his side!
Du Yiqing sighed and shook her head.
Shangguan Yu didn't know why Du Yiqing shook his head. He just thought it couldn't be cured, so he turned back to the imperial physician standing aside and said, "Excuse me, the imperial physician, please take a look!"
Although we have already seen doctors, one more person means more chances...
When the imperial doctor heard this, he quickly walked to the bedside and looked at the large yellow pustule. Not to mention looking at it, he didn't even want to open his eyes.
After taking a quick pulse, the imperial doctor replied: "Back to the king...Master, there is nothing I can do..."
Although Abu is young, the children of poor people have long been in charge of the family, and the meaning of these words has already been clearly understood.
His father is probably hopeless.
After hearing what an old doctor said, Abu kept wiping his eyes with his small black hands.
Du Yiqing saw it and couldn't bear it. She knelt down, grabbed the little dirty hand, and said softly.
"Abu, be good, sister, help your father see a doctor!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Abu tilted his head with big watery eyes and asked: "Is it true?"
Du Yiqing nodded.
The imperial doctor on the side looked a little confused. He coughed and said, "Miss Du... this patient is terminally ill. I wonder how you plan to treat him?"
Although the words were respectful, there was still a lot of questioning in his tone.
Du Yiqing didn't blame him. After all, firstly, the imperial doctor was old, and the old professors and mentors in the university were all aloof and did not tolerate others' doubts. Secondly, because he was pregnant with the concubine's smile today, he might have more
At least it helped a little bit...
"Look here, I'm going to cut off this pustule!" Du Yiqing patiently told the imperial doctor his treatment method.
Who knows, before he finished speaking, the imperial doctor was first shocked, and then full of contempt.
"Girl, have you ever studied medicine? Cutting off people like this is the work of a butcher. How can he have the heart of a doctor? According to this old man, it is just adding to the pain of the patient!" After saying this, he waved his sleeves.
Du Yiqing looked like she didn't know what to say.