Jingjingyan asked: "If that's the case, why don't you find a doctor for him?"
The staff at the posthouse hesitated for a moment and then said: "He has no money, so I gave him some antipyretic herbs, but it didn't work very well, and he didn't allow others to enter the room."
Seeking a doctor for consultation, treatment, and medicine all require money, and the post office does not have the budget for this part.
"He is the prime minister of Wugui Mansion, and now he reports his duties without any money?" Ling Yan asked in surprise.
"What he actually said was that the money bag was stolen."
"Is he the only one here?" Ling Yan asked.
"He is the only one without any official or yamen servant."
This is strange. Wugui Mansion is still quite far away from the capital. Why don't you bring anyone with you when you travel all the way to Beijing to report on your work?
Yuan Qing Ling said: "Let me go and have a look."
"Madam, are you a doctor?"
"Well, lead the way!" Yuan Qing Ling said.
The staff of the post office didn't find it strange. Nowadays, there are not a few women practicing medicine in the Northern Tang Dynasty. Ever since the queen established a medical school, women have gone to study every year.
Yu Wenhao looked back at Rong Yue, and Rong Yue immediately said: "I'll go too."
Yuan Qing dropped the medicine box and, led by the staff of the post house, walked to a wing.
The wing was bolted inside, and the medical staff knocked on the door and said, "Sir Qi, Sir Qi, a doctor is here to see you. Please open the door."
There was no movement inside.
After a while, a coughing sound was heard. The coughing continued for a while, and then a hoarse voice sounded, "Here we come!"
Then there was the sound of getting out of bed and walking, and the steps sounded a little staggering. After the door opened, the official was seen wearing a cotton mask, showing a pair of red bloodshot eyes, holding the door by the door tiredly, waiting for someone to relax.
After a moment, he handed over his hand and said, "Thank you, sir!"
Yuan Qingling glanced at him and said to Rong Yue and the staff: "Don't go in!"
She opened the medicine box, took out a mask and put it on first, then gave one to them both, "Put it on!"
Over the years, grandma's Huimin Administration has done some science popularization in Beitang, and has also ordered medical hospitals across the country to do science popularization. Whenever you have an external infection or a fever, you must wear a mask. The method of making masks is also promoted by grandma.
Although cotton masks cannot completely isolate the virus, they are better than not wearing one at all.
Seeing the mask worn by this official, Yuan Qingling was very pleased. Grandma's efforts over the years were not in vain at all.
In the past, when the Huimin Administration took this matter seriously and promoted it vigorously, even Lao Wu once wondered why he had to wear this mask even when he felt cold. However, he just said this and fully supported Grandma Yuan's work and returned it to her.
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After Yuan Qingling entered, he first opened the window of the room to let the air circulate.
The weather was still relatively cold. Mr. Qi from Wugui Mansion shivered and raised his hands to Yuan Qingling, "Doctor, I'm sorry!"
"Go back and lie down!" Yuan Qingling saw that he was almost unsteady and quickly reached out and asked, "Can you go? Do you want to help you?"
"I can't do it, I can't do it!" Mr. Qi waved his hands hurriedly and staggered to the bed. Although the doctor is a doctor, he is also a woman.
Yuan Qingling said to the medical staff at the door: "Go and prepare a charcoal stove for him. It's very cold here."
"Okay!" The staff of the post house turned around and left.
Yuan Qingling sat by the bed and took out an ear probe from the medicine box. It was 39 degrees 5, a high fever.
She pressed the tongue plate again and said, "Open your mouth and let me take a look at your throat."
He had a cough, hoarse voice, and high fever. This was a respiratory disease.
He hesitated for a moment, then took off his mask, revealing a pale and tired face. He was not old, only about thirty years old, and he looked pretty handsome.
He slowly opened his mouth. Yuan Qingling put in the tongue depressor and saw that his entire throat was red, swollen and inflamed, and there was throat edema.
"Is it difficult to breathe?" Yuan Qingling asked.
"It's extremely difficult!" Mr. Qi put on the mask again.
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