You have to lift the quilt to see the injury, which is not easy for Yang Mo to see.
Mrs. Dong said: "The injury was on his leg. He had already taken medicine to stop the bleeding in the army. The imperial court sent someone to replace him, and he actually had to stay in bed for a month."
He stayed in bed for several months on the battlefield.
It sounds ridiculous. They are using the injury as a pretext to seize military power. After the overall situation is determined, they will let people lead the troops to fight. This defeat has been arranged long ago. The court framed Zhongliang without any cover-up.
"Is the injury serious?"
Mrs. Dong's jaw dropped, "It's not serious, so the doctor suspected that it was due to an old injury that had not healed, and the fatigue caused by going to Beijing."
After being raised for so long, even if it was a bumpy journey to Beijing, it would not be like this. "Is the wound cracked?"
Mrs. Dong shook her head, "The wound is fine, but it hurts the vitality."
I took prescriptions to stop the bleeding and rested in bed. The wound was not ruptured, red or swollen. It should not be related to the old injury. What could it be? There are many kinds of coma, and it is difficult to judge without examination.
The steward’s mother came in at this time and said: “Please ask someone to take Miss Chang San back to the flower hall.”
Chang Yiwan has learned a lot of unilateral prescriptions at the Yang family, and now is the time to use her. Besides, with Chang Yiwan here, it will be easier to explain what was done in Mrs. Dong's room when she goes back to the Chang family.
Yang Mo paid attention and looked at the mother in charge, "Mom, please help me chase Miss Chang San back."
The steward’s mother couldn’t help but be startled, and Mrs. Dong also wondered, it’s not that the Yang family’s medical skills don’t want to be spread to others, why are they...
Yang Mo lowered her head and said, "Miss Chang San is already here. I'm afraid it wouldn't be appropriate to go back like this." A smile appeared on her lips as she said, "The prince has already used a lot of prescriptions, so why not let Miss Chang San help with them?"
look."
She was afraid that the Chang elders would go back and blame her. The Yang family was in decline, and Miss Yang was living under someone else's roof after all. Thinking of this, Mrs. Dong looked at Yang Mo with a little more love and affection, so she told the mother in charge, "Just do as Miss Yang said."
After a while, the housekeeper's mother welcomed Chang Yiwan into the east room. Yang Mo walked over warmly and took Chang Yiwan's hand, "My wife and I can't figure out the clue, so my sister is here to help us look for it."
Chang Yiwanzheng felt unhappy at being left out, and immediately became happy when she heard this. How could Yang Molan, who had studied medicine since she was a child, not be able to catch up? Mrs. Dong had found the wrong person from the beginning.
Yang Mo handed a box of prescriptions to Chang Yiwan, "Sister, help us solve the prescription." Chang Yiwan liked to be in the limelight, so she just went with the flow and saved her energy to read carefully, so as not to be able to cure the symptoms within a few hours.
Chang Yiwan straightened his back with a smile on his face, stretched out his hand to open the box, but still said modestly: "I only know a little about the properties of medicine. If there are any mistakes, madam, don't be offended."
Everyone in the room is happy with what they need, and the atmosphere is a little less dull.
Chang Yiwan cleared her throat and started reading. Yang Mo held the shark gauze and hibiscus fan and fanned it, thinking carefully. Mrs. Dong looked at the inner room in a daze from time to time, for fear that bad news would come out again.
…
"It's not good." The maid hurriedly walked in.
The sound was like a stone thrown into the lake.
Mrs. Dong suddenly stood up nervously.
The maid then stammered: "Our two wives are fighting in the flower hall."
The members of the Dong family fought just because they all had their eye on the title. Yang Mo didn't care about it, but she was afraid that it would disturb the banquet, so she could only go back to the Chang family with Mrs. Chang.
A strange smile appeared on Mrs. Dong's face, "It's easy, just go and tell the two ladies that thanks to the dojo given by the emperor and the Yang family's prescription, the prince's illness has improved," he paused, "
Those who were preparing to announce the funeral also withdrew, and the boards in the yard were put away, just waiting for my son to wake up and call me mother."
Chang Yiwan opened his eyes wide and looked at Yang Mo. Fire seemed to burst out of his beautiful eyes. He almost asked Yang Mo, but it was true.
The maid stood there not knowing what to do. Mrs. Dong shouted, "Go quickly."
The maid then left in a hurry.
Chang Yiwan saw that Mrs. Dong was about to shed tears, and then looked at the atmosphere in the room. There was no joy at all. She clearly said this out of anger. If Yang Molan really had this ability, why bother asking her to see the prescription, so
He also stood up and said, "I'm going to see my mother."
Chang Yiwan said he was visiting Mrs. Chang, but in fact he was going to report the news, so that she would not be affected if the prince was really gone soon. Chang Yiwan was a very discerning person and knew how to bully the weak.
…
Chang Yiwan hurried to the flower hall. Although the wives of the two families had been persuaded to leave, the atmosphere was still awkward. Chang Yiwan's eyes flickered when he saw Mrs. Chang.
Finally seeing the right opportunity, Chang Yiwan whispered in front of Mrs. Wei: "Molan doesn't know if she will get into trouble. None of the doctors can identify the disease and come up with a prescription, but she is giving advice to Mrs. Dong...
…”
Everyone knows that the prince's illness has only lasted for a few days. At this time, the doctor is unwilling to take medicine. How dare Yang Molan, a child who has not yet reached hairpins, dare to speak so loudly.
Mrs. Chang was also surprised, "Don't talk nonsense."
Chang Yiwan bit her lip, "I'm also afraid of Molan... so I came to tell my mother, don't blame my sister, she is also kind-hearted, I'm just afraid that she will get into trouble."
Chang Yiwan's voice was neither loud nor quiet, and all the ladies in the flower hall looked over.
Chang Yiwan couldn't help but feel happy in her heart. Yang Molan wanted to be in the limelight, so let her show off enough today to let people know about the so-called descendants of the Yang family. She just knew how to spread a few prescriptions.
…
"The sheep intestines are ready as the lady said." The servant brought up the lacquer plate.
Yang Mo hurriedly cleaned her hands and took a look. It was different from what she thought. The wheat straw was a little too hard and would hurt the patient's esophagus. However, she was afraid that the intestines would close when she pulled them out, so she couldn't send the medicine or food down.
It's one thing to imagine it, but it's another thing to make it. Yang Mo suddenly felt a sense of frustration, "Can you use some very thin wire to hold up the inside of the sheep's intestines instead of the wheat straw?"
The silk strips are tough but not very hard.
Mrs. Dong didn't know what to do, so the smart little maid next to her raised her head and said, "Yuan Yue in our yard is very handy, and my grandfather and I are both bamboo craftsmen. Let her try it."
Mrs. Dong nodded, "Quick, call her."
A maid wearing a willow green half-arm gown quickly entered the door, holding a basket of bamboo silk in her hand.
Yang Mo watched the maid named Yuan Yue thread the silk thread through the tiny sheep intestines, and she felt angry again in her heart, hoping that with such dexterous hands, she would be able to make something.
Modern people have relied on machines and no longer have such fine craftsmanship. Therefore, the most powerful craftsmen selected by the museum cannot restore the treasures passed down from ancient times.
In just one stick of incense, Yuan Yue wrapped the silk strips well, and Yang Mo took it with her hands. It was moderately soft.
Yang Mo took the sheep intestines into the inner room and told her mother in charge, "First give me a bowl of Fumai soup."
The steward's mother responded, and Yang Mo opened the curtain and leaned over to see the prince on the bed. She had never given such a crude thing to a patient.
If her diagnosis is correct, the prince took a large amount of hemostatic drugs and rested in bed, which caused the blood in his body to become thicker. Sudden strenuous activity may have caused acute thrombosis, so he began to fall ill after entering Beijing and the disease progressed rapidly.
From the initial headache and body numbness to the deep coma now.
Because the prince had suffered a trauma, the doctor focused on old problems. As a physician, she was not very sensitive to cranial trauma, but she felt that the symptoms were most like embolism. Today, a doctor also pointed out that he should activate blood circulation, but unfortunately the prince's symptoms were too severe and he could no longer swallow.
Concoction, she could only hope to use Western medicine and take Chinese medicine to save the prince's life.
"In order to save your life, I can only take the risk." Yang Mo whispered. Naturally, the person on the bed would not react in any way. She just wanted to convey her current mood. It would be very uncomfortable to have a feeding tube.
At least she has to show her good intentions.
Yang Mo took a deep breath, picked up the sheep intestines on the tray, and slowly stuffed it in along the prince's nose.
When Mrs. Dong next to her saw this situation, her heart almost jumped out of her chest. She clutched her collar tightly to prevent herself from impulsively stepping forward and pushing the eldest daughter of the Yang family away.
She actually wants to put sheep intestines into a person's nose. What kind of treatment method is this? When did the world change? It made her feel so unreal.
What kind of descendants does this Yang family have?
Yang Mo raised the prince's head and tried to make the esophagus more unobstructed. Unexpectedly, the sheep intestines were easily passed in. First, some warm water was put in, and then the medicinal juice was slowly injected.
The prince's breathing was still smooth, and she had made the nasogastric feeding tube.
It's a pity that the sheep intestines can't be used for a long time. After giving the potion, you have to take it out and "give the soup every two hours."
There was silence behind her. Yang Mo turned around in surprise. Mrs. Dong and the servants around her were already stunned.
"Madam, you must let people learn how to give medicine. Otherwise, if I leave, who will take care of the prince?"
That's true, but who can do such a thing?
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