"Master Zhao, don't you have a purpose?" Yang Mo raised her head and spoke tit-for-tat.
"The pulse record is clearly written. Now it is an emergency and medicine must be taken." Yang Mo said and handed the pulse record to Dr. Zhao.
"You are showing favoritism." Doctor Zhao didn't even look at the pulse table.
Yang Mo stood up and raised her head to look at Dr. Zhao, "Master Zhao is right, I am seeking selfishness. Being able to cure Mr. Han is good for my reputation. Saving a life is good for merit. Mr. Han might be able to heal after he wakes up."
Tell the inside story of my father's crime. If you say favoritism, I am favoritism. As long as Mr. Han gets better, I will benefit."
Miss Yang actually said this.
Before Doctor Zhao could find another reason, Yang Mo reached out and took the serum from Wei Mao's hand, picked up the crystal syringe and drew out the serum, and drew a little salt water from the other syringe, and injected it into Han Ji's two arms respectively.
Intradermal.
Before using the serum, an allergy test must be done first. I hope Han Ji will not be allergic. If Han Ji is allergic to the serum, she cannot use horse serum to treat it.
A quarter of an hour passed quickly, and there was not much difference between his hands. Yang Mo then took out the serum and slowly injected the horse serum into Han Ji's upper arm.
Not to mention that the ancients could not imagine it, even in modern times, she cannot imagine that one day she will make her own horse serum and save tetanus patients.
Mrs. Han looked on in horror, holding the handkerchief tightly for fear that something terrible would happen. Fortunately, there was no obvious change in Han Ji after the injection. She kept thinking in her mind that Miss Yang was treating illnesses and saving people, not harming people.
Brother, she should believe Miss Yang.
Yang Mo left Han Ji's bedside, and Han immediately rushed over and stood in front of Han Ji for a long time before the mother next to her reminded her, "Wipe the sweat of my young master!"
Han suddenly woke up and quickly picked up the handkerchief next to her.
"Pay attention to whether the patient's urine output is the same as usual."
Wei Mao nodded.
Hu Ling said: "How many times should I use this medicine?"
Yang Mo said: "If Mr. Han's condition can improve, we will also give him a mixture of horse serum and saline."
As he was talking, Pei Dulai said: "The horse's blood is not enough, and we need to collect more blood." After a slight pause, Pei Dulai said, "But the horse won't let me get close."
Yang Mo thought of Dong Zhao. She couldn't live without horse serum now, especially since Han Ji had not rejected the serum. "I'll ask the prince to come over. If I don't take blood tonight, it's too late to wait until tomorrow."
Pei Du nodded, thinking of Miss Yang using horse blood to treat diseases, and his heart was full of curiosity, "Miss, why can the blood of livestock save people?"
Yang Mo almost didn't think about it, "Because this is a zoonotic disease, and the symptoms are the same for humans and livestock. People and livestock have many similarities in their bodies, and their responses to diseases are also very similar. If livestock gets it
If the disease can be cured, there should be something in its blood that resists the disease, and we use this stuff to make medicine to treat people's illnesses."
"So you can't just look at the differences between humans and animals, you have to look at the similarities."
After hearing these words, Pei Du couldn't describe the feeling in his heart. This moment seemed to be the happiest time in his life. He was a little lucky that the court found him, otherwise he would still be an ordinary veterinarian, how could he know this.
Thanks for letting him meet Miss Yang at this time.
A person can count how many experiences he will never forget in his life. When he meets Miss Yang this time, he will definitely think about it often in the future and will never forget it.
After Yang Mo and Pei Du finished talking, they turned around to see Han Ji again.
Serum allergic reaction will occur a few minutes or tens of minutes after the injection. As long as half an hour passes, it should be no serious problem.
Yang Mo took out the needle and gave Han Ji acupuncture as usual.
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Compared with the Han family, there are many people who want to know whether Han Ji's illness will improve. Yang Mo obviously feels that more people are coming in to visit.
Yang Mo looked at Mr. Han and asked, "Can you find a few more family members to come and take care of Mr. Han?"
Mrs. Han understood immediately after hearing this. She was only worried and did not think of this. Thanks to Miss Yang, Ms. Han was blessed by Yang Mo. "Thank you Miss for reminding me, I will go and make arrangements."
The only people she can trust now are the Han family. This time, the treatment of Han Ji's disease involves the court. Not only does she have to think about how to cure tetanus, but she also has to prevent anyone from interfering. After all, Feng Dang has great power.
Yang Mo told Qiu Tong, "I want to prepare medicine in the house and have someone clean up the room next to it."
Although Qiu Tong couldn't figure out why the eldest lady suddenly moved to this room, she immediately went down to make arrangements.
After tidying up the side room, Yang Mo told the servants next to him, "As long as we stay here, you all can go down!"
The servants here are arranged by the government, and it is inevitable that Feng Dang's informants are among them.
The servants looked at each other, and Yang Mo carefully closed the medicine box and handed it to Qiutong.
Miss Yang looked as if she was afraid that others would see the prescription she prepared. Every doctor had his own secret recipe. If the prescription was leaked and spread, it would mean losing his job.
Seeing the understanding expressions on the faces of the people in the room, Yang Mo couldn't help but feel relaxed. She arranged this deliberately to make people mistakenly think that she was guarding against these people because of the medicine.
The mother in charge of the room responded, "Always leave a few people to serve tea and meals, so that you can see the doctor with peace of mind."
Yang Mo had known for a long time that it was impossible for all these people to retreat, but only a few could leave, and she could find ways to hide the rest.
Yang Mo nodded, and the mother in charge immediately picked three smart girls to stay.
After the arrangements were made, Mrs. Han brought someone in and said, "Miss, you have been busy all day and should go and take a rest. I will take care of you here."
The most important thing tonight is that if the serum takes effect, Han Ji's condition will improve. She can't relax at this time. Yang Mo shook her head, "It's better for me to stay. If Mr. Han has symptoms, I can handle it immediately."
Looking at Miss Yang who looked tired but still had clear eyes, Ms. Han didn't know what to say.
Yang Mo smiled slightly to reassure Han, "Madam, please go back. Master Han's illness does not last for one day or two. There is no way you can endure it like this. Just leave it to me tonight."
Ms. Han was frightened and frightened, and she could no longer maintain her strength. Now she was barely holding on, wiping her sweat with a handkerchief from time to time. The mother next to her looked distressed and said, "Madam, just listen to the eldest lady, you are still pregnant.
How can I explain it if something goes wrong?"
It turns out that Han is still pregnant.
After the mother in charge kept persuading, Mrs. Han agreed to go back home, and Yang Mo stayed in the house to check on Han Ji regularly.
That night, many people in the inner palace in Beijing were discussing the prescription used by Yang family in Baohetang.
Dong Zhao returned to the mansion very late. Several counselors from the capital camp invited him to a banquet. After they were full of wine and food, he and several counselors went to the capital camp. Only then did he realize that the situation in the capital camp was even worse than what was reported outside.
Well, the officers and soldiers gathered together to gamble, and when they opened the curtain of the camp door, a strong smell of alcohol immediately wafted out.
If this is the case in the camp, how will we fight in the future?
Dong Zhao thought about it and changed his clothes and lay on the bed. When he saw the red purse hanging on the bedside, he immediately thought of Miss Yang. A weak little girl, she was so different from those men who were just living their lives.
With this in mind, Dong Zhao ordered his servants to prepare their horses and leave the house before dawn.
Arriving at the courtyard where Han Ji was staying temporarily, Dong Zhao threw the riding whip to the boy and strode in.
Wei Mao and Pei Du didn't expect that Prince Wen Zhenggong would come so early. They hurried over from the front yard. When they saw Wei Mao, Dong Zhao immediately asked, "How is Mr. Han? Is it getting better?"
Wei Mao shook his head, "No, it hasn't gotten better yet."
There was no special expression on Dong Zhao's face, "Where is the sick horse that was given blood before?"
This time it was Pei Du who replied, "It's not too good either."
Dong Zhao nodded as if he knew it, so Miss Yang's medicine was useless.
Pei Du prepared the things for collecting blood. Dong Zhao held the horse so that Pei Du could do it easily. As soon as the blood was collected, Dong Zhao raised his head and saw Yang Mo walking over with the maid.
Miss Yang is still wearing the turban she wore yesterday. Although her bun has been rearranged, the hairpins on it have not changed. There are obvious shadows under her eyes and her face looks a little pale.
The maid next to her also looked nervous.
Yang Mo asked Wei Mao to get the serum, and when she raised her head, she found Dong Zhao looking at her. Dong Zhao's expression was a bit complicated, and Yang Mo couldn't fully understand it for a while.
Yang Mo stepped forward to bow to Dong Zhao and thank him.
Dong Zhao strode over, "Is there something wrong with the horse? Or is there not enough horse blood?"
Yang Mo was slightly startled, and after thinking for a moment, she finally realized that Dong Zhao asked this question after hearing that the horse serum did not work. Yang Mo looked at Dong Zhao.
Dong Zhao was a little serious and frowned slightly, "Otherwise, I'll ask someone to find a horse that can survive the lock."
Facing a person like Dong Zhao who doesn't talk much and is rigorous in his work, you might accidentally be frightened by him and even think that he is displeased by it.
Yang Mo couldn't help but smile.
Dong Zhao only felt that Miss Yang's appearance in front of him was particularly bright. Her slight smile was like spring tea stretched in clear water. In an instant, the fragrance overflowed. The tea was a little sweet, but more of an aftertaste.
"Master Han's illness has improved," Dong Zhao, a careful person like him, can be very careful. If the horse serum doesn't work, why did Pei Du have to draw so much blood this time? Yang Mo said slowly, "I just
I don’t want to say it out now, lest it cause trouble and make those people too noisy.”
Too noisy, it’s a shame she could think of using such words.
Dong Zhao suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, "Wang Zhenting already knows the whereabouts of the Bai family. He must be going to the Yang family today. The eldest lady must be prepared."
Although the illness here has not been cured, Yang Mo is also thinking about Yang's illness. Last night, she dreamed of helping Yang's wounds to be sutured.
Yang Mo nodded, "I've already sent someone to send a message back. If Mr. Wang must take Bai away, his family won't have to stop him too much."