The chief steward took them directly out, not out of the courtyard, but out through a small door on the side, and walked through a long corridor to another building.
There were people guarding the small door inside and outside, and there were ten posts on both sides of the corridor. There was a door connected to the end of the corridor, which was also guarded by future generations. After entering, Zhou Man was dazzled by the large camellias in the yard.
The people who were standing in the yard talking looked back. One of them frowned when he saw Zhou Man and Bai Shan, "Is that you?"
Zhou Man heard the sound and looked around, only to realize that it was the stall owner he met yesterday. The shopkeeper said his name was Wu Jin.
Zhou Man smiled at him, nodded and said, "I didn't expect that we and the stall owner are quite destined to meet again."
The chief manager's eyes flicked back and forth between them, "Do you two know each other?"
Zhou Man smiled and nodded, "We bought this gentleman's medicinal materials at the market yesterday."
Wu Jin nodded slightly to the chief steward.
The chief manager then introduced to the people standing in the courtyard: "These two are doctors from the Central Plains, from the Imperial Medical Office. I hope you can work together to cure our wife."
"The Imperial Medical Office?" Someone said with a sneer: "Nine out of ten doctors in this world claim to be from the Imperial Medical Office, and the remaining one dares to claim to be a direct disciple of Zhou Shuling, but who knows whether it is true or not?
"
Zhou Man was surprised, "Is our Imperial Medical Office so prestigious outside?"
Wu Jin and others: Shameless!
The chief manager didn't care whether she was real or fake, as long as she could save the madam, so he urged: "Dr. Zhou, go and see the madam first to see if you have ever seen such a disease..."
Zhou Man's eyes were slightly bright, and she had long wanted to go in and take a look.
Bai Shan followed silently. Before entering the room, a maid brought a mask in a tray. Seeing the chief manager frowning, she timidly said: "Zhang Wu asked for it, saying that everyone who enters the room must wear one."
Wear a mask to avoid..."
She was also wearing a mask at this time, and timidly raised her head to glance at Zhou Man and Bai Shan and said, "To avoid infection."
The chief manager calmly picked up the mask and put it on.
Zhou Man and Bai Shan naturally would not object, and very obediently picked up a mask and put it on. Not only that, they also put their hands in their sleeves and tried not to come into contact with the outside world. They did not know what disease this lady had...
When they entered the room, they smelled a strong smell of Chinese medicine.
The house was open, with gauze curtains hanging down layer by layer. There were many maids serving in the house. They all stood with their heads lowered. Zhou Man's eyes passed over them. Although they were all wearing masks, she always felt that their faces were full of...
Fear and despair.
Bai Shan, who was always keen, also noticed it and frowned slightly. At the same time, like Zhou Man, he also became curious.
Mrs. Li was lying on the bed with the gauze curtain down. Zhou Man couldn't see clearly the person lying on the bed. He glanced at the chief manager and saw that he had no objection, so he stepped forward and stepped forward.
The maid guarding the bed numbly stretched out her hand to lift the curtain, without even looking at Zhou Man, so Zhou Man raised his head and glanced at her.
Lying on the bed was a beautiful woman, but her face was pale and her lips were slightly cyanotic.
Zhou Man stared at her cyanotic lips for a while, then stretched out his hand to grab her hand from under the quilt, but instead of checking her pulse immediately, he first looked at the color of her nails.
Bai Shan, who was well versed in medical science, looked over from behind her and saw that her lips and nails were blue, and the color was darker than blue. He was a little dumbfounded, "Is this poisoning?"
Zhou Man felt that the person lying down was trembling slightly, and if he listened carefully, he could hear her teeth chattering. When he touched the quilt on her body, he saw that it had three layers. In the spring of southern Xinjiang when the sun was shining brightly, a quilt of this thickness was also
rare.
She turned around and reached out to the maid for the pulse pillow. While placing her hand on the pulse pillow to take the pulse, she said to Bai Shan, "It's not poisoning, it seems like..."
She calmed down and listened for her pulse, frowned and said, "It's like malaria."
She looked up at her face and lips again, and her heart sank, "It's malaria."
This is an affirmative sentence.
Bai Shan turned to look at the chief manager.
The chief manager was surprised and said: "It's malaria. Dr. Zhou is the fastest person to diagnose malaria. I wonder if there is a cure?"
Zhou Man continued to feel her pulse and asked: "When did she start? How is she doing from the onset of the disease to now? What medicines has she used?"
The general manager said: "It started ten days ago. Madam first felt unwell and felt a little cold, but she asked a witch doctor to prescribe medicine, which was not good. The fever returned two days later. The witch doctor changed the prescription. After taking it for two days, Madam
I felt much better, but I still had fever from time to time, but not as hot anymore. We all thought it was getting better, but two days later, my wife felt cold again, and she was shivering with cold..."
"My wife's health was getting worse and worse, so the chief invited Zhang Wu to come and see her. Only then did Zhang Wu diagnose her as malaria."
Zhou Man glanced at the maid serving in the room and asked, "How many people were infected during this period?"
Seeing the chief manager frowning, she said: "You can judge the contagiousness of this malaria by knowing the number of people infected."
The chief manager then said: "As of today, a total of eighteen people have been diagnosed with malaria by Zhang Wu."
Zhou Man confirmed: "Including your wife?"
"Of course not included." The general manager said: "Isn't Doctor Zhou asking about the servants?"
Zhou Man ignored the question and continued: "Are there any deaths?"
"Five are already dead."
That's why the Chief's Mansion was so anxious to invite witch doctors from various tribes to treat him.
Zhou Man nodded to show that he understood, and asked: "What medicine did she use before?"
The chief steward turned around and rummaged around on the desk nearby, and soon brought over a stack of prescriptions.
Zhou Man took it and looked at it carefully. He paused when he turned to a few prescriptions. The chief manager saw it with sharp eyes and said, "This is the prescription prescribed by Zhang Wu."
A flash of light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the chief manager, "Speaking of which, Zhang Wu also came from the Imperial Medical Office. Seeing that the two of you are about the same age, maybe you studied under the same person."
Zhou Man then asked: "Is Zhang Wu's name Zhang Yin?"
"Yes," the chief manager looked at her in surprise. He was just testing to see if she really knew her.
"Does Doctor Zhou really know Zhang Wu?"
Zhou Man said: "I only know that his name was A Yin when he was studying. A Lu who studied with him at the Imperial Medical Office called him Wu Yin. I heard that he returned to southern Xinjiang after studying and was selected as the next generation of witches because of his superb medical skills.
The chief at that time gave him the same surname."
The chief at that time was named Zhang, and he had a grudge against the current Chief Li.
There are many people in southern Xinjiang who do not have surnames. Among them, apart from leaders and tribal elders, witches are the most respected.
In some tribes, the status of the witch is even higher than that of the leader, and in many tribes, the status of the shaman is equal to that of the leader.
However, most witches do not have surnames. They simply take witch as their surname and add their own names after it.