Ding Ke had often heard about Miss Yang in Beijing. He felt that many of the rumors outside were untrue, and the stories about Miss Yang were too horrifying. There have been many miracle doctors throughout the ages, and they all used a lot of techniques.
It took a long time for it to be recognized by the world. The prescription for malaria came from the ancestors of the Yang family, which does not represent Miss Yang's medical skills.
The envoy of the children's hospital treated the patients' lives as child's play, ignored the treatment of acne, and wanted to frame Miss Yang. Such shameless behavior made him angry. When he came to the epidemic area, he first had to rearrange his manpower and use the imperial court.
The treatment center can reduce the pain of the people and stop the spread of acne.
He pitied Miss Yang for her plight, but he could not entrust the treatment center to a teenage girl. Miss Yang could not shoulder such an important responsibility.
Ding Ke had already made up his mind and organized the treatment center in front of him according to the practice of the imperial court in the past. However, the patient in front of him temporarily attracted him. He also wanted to use this to find out how capable Miss Yang was.
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Yang Mo exposed the mastoid process behind the patient's ear to Dr. Ding, "Look, it's swollen here, which means the poison is gathered here. It's better to remove the evil poison inside, and cut it open to let the evil poison flow out for better treatment."
treat."
Miss Yang used the method of ulcer medicine to treat big head plague. Ding Ke focused his attention on the small box next to Miss Yang. He had seen the tools in this box before. The great Zhou Dynasty could make the tools so fine.
Only the Ji family. The tools of the Ji family are rarely seen on weekdays, but now they were given to Miss Yang.
While Ding Ke was thinking about it, Yang Mo had neatly made an incision behind the patient's ear and inserted the prepared small bamboo pole. Soon, turbid liquid flowed out, and the surrounding doctors couldn't help but come over to take a closer look.
"There's really pus."
"No one has ever cut open the back of a patient's ear."
"This is connected to the ear inwards. If it is serious, it will turn into ear abscess and then affect the brain," Yang Mo continued, "The leaked liquid must be collected, spread with lime and then buried."
The surrounding imperial doctors watched the discussion and pushed out the people around them, "You are from the ulcer department, can you tell me whether you have used this method?
The imperial doctor watched Miss Yang's movements carefully. It was not that he had never used this method of cutting and removing the poison, but it was not a swelling. Even if he had seen it, he would not have used this method.
Ding Ke attributed Miss Yang's strange treatment to the methods of a surgeon. Although it was unheard of, Miss Yang's technique was skillful and did not seem to be done randomly.
"What medicine should be used?" Ding Ke looked at it carefully and asked.
"The main medicinal ingredients are Forsythia suspensa, Bombyx mori, Cimicifuga, Angelica sinensis, rhubarb, and puffball. Once the swelling in the face subsides, reduce the amount of rhubarb." Yang Mo told the prescription for the big head plague.
The medicine Miss Yang said was correct. Ding Ke couldn't help but feel a little shaken when he heard it. Maybe Miss Yang had her own reasons for using blood to treat acne.
Ding Ke was about to ask what the "acne serum" was when he suddenly noticed that the patient was having a runny nose.
It's strange that there is no bleeding or tearing from acne or acne.
Ding Ke couldn't help but take the patient's hand and examine it carefully. Yang Mo also felt strange. Could it be that they all made the wrong diagnosis? Yang Mo hurriedly looked at the woman next to him, "Besides fever, headache, and vomiting, are there any other symptoms?"
Symptoms?”
The woman cried: "My husband knew he had acne, so he locked himself in a shack on the mountain and wouldn't let us get close, for fear of spreading the disease..." He was recuperating in a shack on the mountain because he was afraid that the government would find out.
They had long heard that people with acne would be quietly executed, and they did so because they wanted to fight for a way out. "His fever subsided last night, and the pockmarks on his body were reduced."
Many people were about to go home, but who knew they would fall to the ground after coming down from the mountain."
"We stayed at home for one night and used the herbs issued by the government, but my man's illness has never been cured. I heard that all the miracle doctors can treat him... This is how we... just... please... save my man. Bar."
Such words made the imperial doctors blush. This peasant woman did not seek the imperial doctor but a little girl like Miss Yang.
Light blood kept flowing from the patient's nose. Yang Mo picked up the porcelain shards next to him and put some aside. It didn't look like snot, which wouldn't keep flowing like this, nor did it look like nosebleeds. Nosebleeds Not so light.
Yang Mo looked at Shen Weiyan and said, "Bring some ice cubes."
Apply ice cubes to the patient's head. If there is bleeding in the nose, it should stop quickly.
The imperial doctor surrounded the patients, and Ding Ke frowned, "There are so many patients to take care of, what are you doing around each one of them?"
The imperial doctors then dispersed and went about their business, but they continued to pay attention to what was going on here.
"Miss, please prescribe some medicine!" The peasant woman next to me kept begging.
It's not that she didn't prescribe medicine, but that she couldn't figure out what the disease was now. She had already taken the medicine to treat the headache. Yang Mo looked at Ding Ke and said, "Doctor Ding, please see if you need to use an acupuncture. "
The little boy of the Wu family has improved using herbal medicine and acupuncture.
Dr. Ding nodded, "I've been taking the medicine for a quarter of an hour now, and it's time to give the acupuncture."
It was Mrs. Wu next to her who came to comfort the woman who was kneeling on the ground and refused to get up. "Don't worry, Miss Yang and the imperial doctor will do their best to treat her." After saying that, she looked at Miss Yang gratefully. If it weren't for Miss Yang, Her two children may be gone, and she will definitely go with them. The poor mother-in-law doesn't know how to live alone.
Yang Mo lowered her head and looked at what looked like snot dripping from the patient's nose on the porcelain plate. She shook the liquid gently and there was no scab on it.
Imperial Physician Ding had already ordered the imperial physician next to him to give the patient acupuncture. Several students from the Imperial Hospital came forward to move the patient's head to expose the acupuncture points, and the water in the patient's nose increased.
Like flipping through a book, Yang Mo wanted to take out what she had learned in her mind and review it to see which disease was consistent with the symptoms in front of her.
"Wait a minute." Yang Mo said to stop the students from the Tai Hospital.
Dong Zhao stood aside and watched carefully. He was about to take a few steps forward to see what Miss Yang had discovered. He inadvertently looked up and saw Liu Chengling.
A look of surprise flashed across Dong Zhao's face.
Ajiu and Jiang Ping stepped forward to salute Dong Zhao first. Dong Zhao frowned and asked Jiang Ping, "When did you get here?"
Jiang Ping frowned, "I came from the imperial court to quell the plague... until now."
This is an epidemic area. Dong Zhao's eyes were deep, and Jiang Ping also understood the meaning, but who could change the young master's decision.
"Young Master, please give me some advice!" Jiang Ping said in a low voice. The young master and Dong Shizi have always had a good relationship. If he can speak in front of the young master, he is Dong Shizi.
Liu Chengling nodded slightly at Dong Zhao. It was difficult for the two of them to talk in front of so many people. Dong Zhao watched Liu Chengling walk past him and went straight to Miss Yang.
Dong Zhao couldn't help but frown, and his eyes became deep.
Jiang Ping took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, and took Dong Zhao aside to talk, "Master, please help me, give advice to the young master, and stop him from being so confused. It will be easier for us to take care of you here."
Where did these words come from? Dong Zhao said: "Do I still need to speak about the young master's affairs?"
"It's different this time," Jiang Ping whispered, "The authorities are confused, but bystanders know clearly. Don't think our young master is smart, but he can't get over it when he encounters these things. Just say Miss Yang. Ever since I met Miss Yang,
The young master has been following us. This...even the epidemic area has come. If you think about it carefully, it means that you have taken it seriously. If you help explain it clearly, we can be relieved, so as not to guess in the fog." The young master has a temper.
Leng, this is an unprecedented first time. Prince Dong and Young Master are like brothers and family members, and they will definitely help in this situation.
Jiang Ping saw Dong Zhao purse his lips, "I can't help with this matter."
Hey, Jiang Ping opened his eyes wide. He didn't expect that Dong Shizi would refuse, "You can't just watch... There is always no one around our young master. Miss Yang is a kind person and has a soft heart. We look at her as a first-class person."
It's appropriate. You think it would be such a happy event if it happened. You have accomplished good things, and our young master will also remember your kindness in the future. Don't you think so?"
If it happened, it would be a good thing for him. Dong Zhao said nothing and his face was stiff.
Dong Shizi is a military commander, and he has nothing to say in life and death on the battlefield. It is inevitable to feel embarrassed when meeting his children's affection. For a grown man to do the things of three aunts and six wives, he has also wronged the prince.
Jiang Ping grimaced, "I can't help it. There are not many people you can trust, young master. The only one who can speak to you is you." He paused and said, "It happens that you are here too. This is not God's will."
If it is a good thing, just use your strength to push the boat forward." Dong Shizi has always been magnanimous and does not care about these small details, so Jiang Ping dared to speak openly.
Dong Zhao's eyes widened. Ever since he knew that Imperial Hospital and Miss Yang were coming to quell the epidemic, he had submitted a memorial to ask for the supervisory job. He finally waited until the imperial court approved the memorial and rushed here non-stop. It turned out that it was arranged by God.
Let him be the great matchmaker.
Seeing Dong Zhao's calm and confident look, Jiang Ping was immediately speechless. What was going on? He felt that things were not going well no matter what he did in the past few days.
Dong Zhao said in a deep voice: "Young master, you have never had acne, have you?"
Unexpectedly, Prince Dong would mention this matter, Jiang Ping shook his head.
"Then you should find a way to persuade the young master to leave. You shouldn't worry about these things."
Jiang Ping said: "You haven't seen that the young master's heart is with that person. If that person doesn't leave, how can the young master move? That's why I asked for your help."
Dong Zhao raised his eyes and looked a little impatient, obviously different from usual.
Just as Jiang Ping was about to speak again, Dr. Ding's exclamation came from over there.
"What did you say? The brain came out of the nose? It's really ridiculous. How can people still be alive when the marrow sea flows out?"
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