Malaria is transmitted by mosquitoes. It is almost winter now, and pharmacies have not treated malaria patients for a long time.
Yang Mo said: "It's better to ask people to find out if there are any malaria patients in Beijing. If there are no malaria patients in Beijing, go and ask around the capital."
Apart from fighting fire with fire, I can't think of another method that can adapt to the current situation.
Mr. Bai nodded, "However, there are many patients this time. Do you want Miss Yang to treat them all?"
Yang Mo looked at Mr. Bai, "To be honest, sir, I have thought about this for a long time. In the past, the treatment of Young Master Yan and my aunt was only a small-scale trial treatment. Since then, no new treatment methods have been used on a large scale."
When Mr. Bai heard this, he was a little surprised, "What do you mean by the eldest lady, you want to officially use the new prescription to treat bayberry sores?" If it's a man, that's fine. He's not afraid of damaging his reputation. The eldest lady is a woman, so according to his idea, that's fine.
You have to avoid it.
Yang Mo said: "I was just an orphan at that time, and all I could do was save the lives of two people. Now that I have an apprentice in Baohe Hall, I shouldn't treat this disease like before."
From an orphan girl to a female doctor, facing the same disease will naturally lead to different results.
The current Yang Mo is not the Yang Molan who was locked up in the inner house, so she naturally has to do better. She has to do more than just one case.
Yang Mo and Mr. Bai carefully discussed what to do, "We need to write a document to tell the patient that our new prescription has risks, may be ineffective, and may have bad results, but it is also very likely to cure the disease."
good."
Wei Mao next to him felt excited when he heard it.
A new prescription needs to go through a process of getting everyone to agree on it.
Yang Mo said: "We can only treat the disease if the patient is willing to treat it, so we must sign a document."
New prescriptions, this is a new prescription, to treat diseases that cannot be cured by others, and it is no longer a matter of diagnosis and treatment one by one, but a large number of treatments.
Mr. Bai stroked his beard, "Even if the patients are willing to come for treatment, we don't have enough manpower. How can the eldest lady be so busy alone?"
Yang Mo laughed, raised her head and looked around, "Aren't there a lot of people there? I will teach Wei Mao's disciples first, and then they will treat them while I guide them. We also have many doctors in our medicine shop."
Wei Mao's blood boiled when he heard it. Thanks to following Miss Yang, otherwise there would be no chance to see such a thing. You must know that many pharmacies, when they have new prescriptions, they carefully test them and use them secretly. The teacher does not even let the apprentices prepare the medicine.
You know, how can any teacher teach his disciples like this?
Wei Mao looked at Qin Chong beside him, who was already fascinated by what he heard.
Yang Mo said: "If you want to cure it, you have to arrange it now."
Mr. Bai frowned, and Ding Er next to him also heard the news and hurried over and said: "Miss, do you want to treat bayberry sores again?"
Yang Mo smiled and nodded.
She and Ding Er only met because of bayberry sores, so Ding Er knelt down to her and came to Baohetang to help her without hesitation.
The bayberry sore did not bring back bad memories for Ding Er, but instead made him look forward to it.
Bayberry sore is a disease that all doctors cannot cure, and the hospital is also helpless. Ever since he saw the eldest lady curing the young master from Yange's hometown, he would dream that he had cured a patient with his own hands.
Every time he woke up from the dream, he would sigh and wonder, when will this dream come true?
"Miss, can you let me help you this time?" Ding Er's gray hair trembled with excitement and his eyes opened wide. He thought that Miss Yang would avoid such diseases from now on because of her status as a woman.
, after all, Miss Yang is now the owner of a drug store, unlike before when she was an orphan and had no choice.
Yang Mo said: "Of course I need Mr. Ding's help."
Ding Er almost jumped up from the ground when he heard this. He had lived for so many years and finally waited for this day. His nose was sore and tears almost fell. He had missed the opportunity to see things because of his arrogance.
It was this woman. Regardless of her past grudges, she looked at him with a smile and promised to let him help.
It gave him the feeling that it was just for today, just for today, just for this time. He was stunned and didn't know how to describe his current mood.
Yang Mo turned around and looked at the drug store, "Just to treat bayberry sores, the patient must be left in the drug store. Our drug store is too small and needs to be carefully arranged."
In ancient times, there was no such thing as hospitalizing patients, which limited the ability to better observe patients, use and change medicines anytime and anywhere.
Malaria was needed to treat bayberry sores, so she couldn't let the patient out of her sight.
Shopkeeper Jiang said: "I asked people to free up the rooms for storing medicinal herbs in the back for the eldest lady to use for treating patients."
Yang Mo lowered his head, so he probably had a plan.
…
It was getting dark in a blink of an eye, and Yang Mo was about to go back to Yang's house when her mother-in-law came and said, "Miss, someone is coming from the pharmacy next door."
Yang Mo said: "Let someone come in and talk!"
It was Ajiu who came. When he saw Yang Mo, Ajiu bowed politely and said, "Miss, our young master is waiting in the yard next to you, asking if you can meet him."
It was not convenient for Zhou Chengling to come over, so Yang Mo thought about it and went to Zhou Chengling's medicine shop to talk.
"Have you ever thought about asking a gentleman to give you advice?" Zhou Chengling stood at the door with very gentle eyes, looking at Yang Mo carefully.
Yang Mo looked at those clear eyes and felt a little guilty. Fortunately, he had something to talk about first, so he continued, "I'm just a woman. How can I hire a gentleman? Even a better gentleman won't be cheap."
A better person would not work as an aide in the homes of high-ranking officials. It would be very difficult for her to find a shopkeeper, let alone someone who could give her ideas.
"It's not expensive." Zhou Chengling took the lamp from Ajiu's hand and put it on the table. Under the light, his face seemed to be a little softer, but it could not hide the heroic spirit on his face. When he raised his eyes, his eyebrows were
It looks like it has just been dyed with ink, so bright, "It only costs four shi meters a year."
Four kilograms of rice a year, how can any gentleman ask for such a price?
Yang Mo was about to laugh, but Zhou Chengling looked at her, with a half-smile on his lips, making it hard to tell what he meant, "If you agree, sir will come up with ideas now. Do you want to listen to me?"
For some reason, looking at the smile, Yang Mo's face felt hot. It turned out that the gentleman Zhou Chengling was talking about was himself, "Sir, if you have an idea, why don't you come and listen to it."
Zhou Chengling said: "The weather in Nanzhili is warmer than here. The last time you treated bayberry, it took more than ten days for malaria to develop. Calculating this, it is not difficult to find malaria patients there. I
I will definitely help you find it."
Zhou Chengling wanted to help her, but he didn't expect that he had no other objections to her treating bayberry sores, but just followed her wishes...
Yang Mogang wanted to thank Zhou Chengling.
Zhou Chengling continued: "It's just that those who came to see you today were instigated by others. Those people are under the control of the madam. If you want them to cooperate with you in treating the disease, you need the madam to nod."
There is no benefit, and what these people want to do is ruin her reputation.
It doesn't matter, she has been mentally prepared. In other words, it's not up to her whether she cares or not. What she did is contrary to women's ethics. Yang Mo thought and raised her head to look at Zhou Chengling, but the ancients were very concerned about reputation.
Not only is Zhou Chengling no exception, he is even more different from ordinary people.
Zhou Chengling sat a few feet away from her and looked at her. There was a deep meaning in his eyes, as if he could see into Yang Mo's heart. The room was silent. Yang Mo suddenly felt too fuzzy and wondered if Jiang Ping was in the corridor.
listen.
When he calmed down, his heartbeat seemed to be beating extremely fast.
Zhou Chengling suddenly said: "It seems that my husband and my boss still have some time to get along."
The candlelight danced, and she raised her face, her face was particularly graceful. When she heard his words, she couldn't help but laugh.
Zhou Chengling said: "I mean, the madam nodded, you don't have just one patient. A place as big as Baohe Hall can treat several patients."
An old bustard would come to the house with several illnesses. It turned out that this was what Zhou Chengling meant.
Yang Mo said: "What can you do, sir?"
"My pharmacy is next to Baohetang. If the eldest lady doesn't mind, I will ask a doctor who can treat bayberry to bring the patients to my pharmacy. This way it will be easier to take care of me."
"Thank you." Yang Mo looked at Zhou Chengling.
She thought he would persuade her not to treat patients with bayberry sores, but she didn't expect that he would take out the medicine shop for her to use.
"Remember my four stone rice."
Yang Mo had no impression of four stones of rice. She really didn't know if four stones of rice could feed a person. Yang Mo thought about standing up, intending to flick the wick, but she didn't expect that Zhou Chengling also had this intention, and the two of them bumped into each other.
She almost ran into his arms, and she couldn't help but feel a little confused. She was not a very tall person visually, but when she got closer, she looked very muscular, making her appear to be particularly weak.
Raising her head, she could only reach his chin. After all, they were ancient people who were both civilized and military, unlike modern people who were not fully developed morally, intellectually, and physically.
Yang Mo took a step back and said, "If there are too many patients, I will borrow the pharmacy."
Zhou Chengling said: "I'll tell you to go down and ask shopkeeper Jiang to come and arrange things."
Yang Mo hummed, "Then I... will go back first." She felt that her farewell words were very neat and her actions were appropriate. She went out and got into her carriage all the way, but it took her a while to remember that she had been there all the time.
It seems that no one even saluted Zhou Chengling.
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The next day, Yang Mo came to the drug store early in the morning, wrote out the new prescription for treating bayberry sores, and then handed it to the madam to read.
Seeing the dense text, the madam frowned and said, "Hey, I've never heard of writing so many words to treat a disease. What should I do if I can't read?" After saying that, he paused and said, "Miss, you should write so many words."
It’s not that I didn’t want to be treated, so I made this excuse.”
Shopkeeper Jiang said calmly: "The document Baohetang has been given to you. If you want to treat it, you can go back and think about it yourself!"
The doctor next to him said: "That is, if you don't understand the document, go to the street and ask someone, and you will be able to ask clearly."
The madam snorted coldly, "Don't think that a piece of paper can scare me. If Miss Yang says it can be cured, my poor daughters will definitely come to cure it. No one else can cure it, but we can't."