Yang Mo saw the affirmation in Zhou Chengling's eyes.
After the autumn period ends, the spring period will not begin until next year. During this period, candidates usually go home to announce the good news. Why didn't this woman hear the news?
The woman said: "We came to Beijing because we really couldn't survive anymore... The master's family can no longer tolerate us. I... I'm looking for the child's father."
If you report something good to your family early, if you don't hear the news, you may not pass the exam.
Yang Mo was thinking in her mind, and her men did not delay in checking the child on the bed. The child coughed from time to time.
The woman kept mumbling, "His father said he would definitely pass the exam this time. We even sold the firewood at home for the winter so we could raise the money to send him to Beijing."
"I will definitely pass the exam. I will definitely pass the exam. Once I pass the exam, it will be fine. It will be fine."
Wei Mao brought warm water and wiped the washed cloth on the child's body.
It was getting dark outside, and Xiao Quan asked the clerk to light more lamps. Mr. Bai and Ding Er had already left the drug store. When they heard that the lights were lit in the drug store, Ding Er rushed back to diagnose and treat Yang Mo.
"What do you think, Miss?" Ding Er whispered.
Yang Mo has already heard obvious moist crackles in both lungs. "I think it's lung heat." This is what Western medicine calls pneumonia. Long-term malnutrition has reduced immune function and contracted pneumonia. The respiratory disease that three or four-year-old children are most afraid of is
pneumonia.
Pneumonia requires two kinds of antibiotics to be effectively treated. Nowadays, there is not even one kind of antibiotics in ancient times.
Ding Er nodded, "The pulse is slippery and rapid, coughing, shortness of breath, chills, body heat, and difficulty breathing should be symptoms of lung heat."
"How to treat it?" Wei Mao asked in a low voice.
For lung heat, Wei Jie Decoction should be used. Yang Mo looked at Ding Er and said, "Wei Jie Decoction." Apart from traditional Chinese medicine, she could not think of any Western medicine that could help the child in front of her.
Ding Er said: "You should add almonds, platycodon, tangerine peel and raw gypsum to Xiaobupleurum decoction."
Yang Mo said: "Please ask sir to prescribe a prescription."
Ding Er responded and led his disciple down.
When the woman heard that the prescription was prescribed, she bowed to Yang Mo and said, "Thank you, Miss Yang, for saving my baby's life. Thank you, Miss Yang..."
Yang Mo shook her head and looked at the woman, "I'm doing my best. The child is seriously ill and weak, so you have to be prepared."
In other words, this disease may not be cured... The woman stood frozen when she heard these words, but she stopped crying.
Xiao Quan has never heard of his master saying such a thing. Is it true that it cannot be cured?
The woman suddenly started to rummage around all over her body, finally found a copper coin and ran out like flying.
Everyone looked there stunned.
"First treat it as I say."
As soon as Yang Mo opened his mouth, Qin Chong immediately took the pulse table and wrote it down.
"First inject a bottle of salt water, and then use Mr. Ding's prescription," Yang Mo said, looking at Mei Xiang, "Bring me my needle."
A lantern was hung at the door of Baohe Hall. The drug store next to it was about to close its doors, but before leaving, everyone looked at Baohe Hall. Miss Yang had a patient again.
After Ji Zi Zhuan finished busying with the patients at hand, he walked straight from Jijia Pharmacy to Baohe Hall. As soon as he stepped in, he saw doctors and clerks coming and going.
Baohetang is really busy no matter day or night.
Seeing Zhou Chengling, Ji Zizhuan first stepped forward and saluted, then walked to Yang Mo and said, "Miss Yang."
Yang Mo had just finished checking the child's condition and raised his head when he heard Ji Zizhuan's voice, "Why is Mr. Ji here?"
There were no serious trauma patients in Baohetang, so Ji Zi Zhuan was left at Jijia Pharmacy. These days, Yang Mo has been treating bayberry sores, so Ji Zi Zhuan is rarely seen.
"Someone from the Qiao family came to see me again and asked me to go over and treat Mrs. Qiao." Ji Zizhuan whispered.
Mrs. Qiao, Yang Mo had heard about Mrs. Qiao these days, but she didn't take it to heart, and didn't ask what kind of illness Mrs. Qiao had. Now that Ji Zi Zhuan was mentioned, Yang Mo said, "What kind of illness is it?"
"I broke my nose. I didn't diagnose it carefully and delayed the condition. I looked like I had a carbuncle."
Is the nose wound infected due to improper treatment?
No wonder everyone in the Qiao family is so anxious.
Yang Mo said: "Sir, do you want to be treated?"
Ji Zi Zhuan shook his head without thinking, "To treat carbuncle requires surgery, the Qiao family may not be willing to use my method, and besides, I'm not sure it can be cured." The most important thing is the character of the Qiao family, no one wants to go there.
Treat a Chinese mountain wolf.
Ji Zizhuan raised his eyes after speaking, "I'm afraid the Qiao family will come to invite Miss Yang."
Although the incident of the Qiao family harming Miss Yang was a big deal, some people just relied on their status to be superior to others and showed no mercy when harming others and did not feel embarrassed when employing others.
As soon as Ji Zi Zhuan finished speaking, he felt a chill on his face.
Zhou Chengling stood by the window, his face seemed to be the same as usual, but the surging look in his eyes was hard to see through, but he felt scared.
Only then did Ji Zi Zhuan feel confused. With Zhou Chengling here, how could there be opera singers from the Qiao family?
Ji Zizhuan thought and looked at Yang Mo again, wondering if Miss Yang would diagnose and treat Mrs. Qiao.
The room was quiet for a moment, and soon there was the sound of hurried footsteps. The woman who had just run out came back again, and ran to the child's bed in a few steps. She took out a paper bag from her arms shivering.
After opening it, two steamed buns were revealed. The woman put it under the child's nose and said, "Xiao San, Xiao San, get up quickly and see what Mom has bought for you. You don't have to eat it secretly. Mom bought it with money this time. Xiao San,
Get up quickly and eat steamed buns."
Yang Mo looked at the somewhat nervous woman, and her eyes suddenly became hot.
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The pastel lotus bowl contained freshly made bird's nests. Qiao Yuechan held a porcelain spoon and blew it carefully. Then she looked at Mrs. Qiao on the bed and said, "Mom," Qiao Yuechan's eyes were red and swollen, "eat some bird's nests."
Mrs. Qiao's eyelids moved slightly, but she shook her head feebly.
Huang's mother was a little anxious, "What should I do?" The master was called to the Yamen. There were only his wife and young lady at home, and the wife was so ill.
There is still a lot of gossip out there.
The ladies who came to visit the patient did not even enter the door and turned the carriage away. The lady heard that such a thing made her sick even more serious. She did not eat for two days. If this continues, even if she is not sick, she will be exhausted. The lady stayed at the hospital yesterday
I stayed up all night and looked haggard. The imperial doctor came to the house every day, but the medicines he used were not effective. I was really worried.
"I heard Mrs. Chang is here." Qiao Yuechan put the bowl aside and walked out to ask Huang's mother.
Huang's mother nodded, "Yes, I'm here, but I'm leaving like everyone else."
The two families were about to get married, but just like everyone else, they just stood outside and watched the jokes, without sending a single message. You must know that the Qiao family has reached this point, which is also related to the Chang family.
Qiao Yuechan bit her lip and said, "Tomorrow morning someone will go to Baohe Hall to ask Mrs. Yang to come to the mansion to diagnose and treat my mother."
Huang's mother opened her eyes wide, "Miss... this... this..."
"What are we afraid of?" Qiao Yuechan looked over coldly. "The rumors outside are not true. What are our family afraid of? Do you believe what those women say? To open a pharmacy, you have to practice medicine. What kind of female doctor can you do if you don't treat people?"