After Mrs. Jing finished speaking, she coughed and stretched out a hand to take the cup, but her fingers were trembling and she couldn't hold the cup at all. Mrs. Jing's eyes turned red when she looked at her hand, "I had such a disease when I was a child, and my mother also
I thought I could never get married in my life, but fortunately I married into the Zhang family, and the elders in the family took care of me. This was something I couldn't even think about. It would be inconvenient for me on weekdays, and my husband's family never allowed me to take care of the family affairs.
I didn't expect that Molan would misunderstand me and say that I was indifferent to her."
Mrs. Jing sadly wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief. Even such a small gesture seemed not easy. She looked indescribably pitiful. "I am helpless. After all, Mrs. Yang has decided to get married," she said with a glance.
Mrs. Chang said, "I entrusted Molan to the old lady to take care of her. Everyone knows that the old lady loves Molan the most, so the two families intend to get married... I never thought that this day would happen."
"When I heard the news, I was frightened, so I decided to come over anyway."
There was also a trace of pity in Mrs. Chang's eyes. Jing's hands were always hidden under her sleeves. Every time she talked to people, she always looked very inferior, especially now after being collided by Yang, her face was full of panic.
, as if he had done something wrong.
Mrs. Jing looked at Mrs. Chang, "What happened in the past few years? Molan was not ill and needed to rest, so why did she suddenly move out of the Chang family?"
Mrs. Chang Da held Jing's cold hand and looked at Jing seriously, "I also want to know that I have always treated Mo Lan as my daughter."
Mrs. Jing raised her head and wanted to speak. When she saw the soap boots outside the curtain, her voice became softer and she said, "I don't know if I said something wrong. I heard that Mo Lan spoke like that in public, so I thought she was ignorant.
's daughter."
Mrs. Jing lowered her head to wipe her sniffing nose, and the servant opened the curtain and came in: "The eldest master and the second master Zhang are here."
When she heard that her husband was coming, Mrs. Jing became even more uneasy and stood up to salute Mr. Chang.
Mr. Zhang Er looked at his wife who was crying and her eyes were red. He felt very sad for some reason. He originally wanted to blame his wife and go directly to Baohe Hall to question Molan, but when he saw his wife's trembling arms, he suddenly lost his momentum.
They had been married for decades, and he understood his wife's situation very well. If he hadn't accidentally met the crying Jing in the garden, he would not have been so determined to marry Jing.
He has a weak temperament, thanks to the Jing family's management inside and outside these years.
Mrs. Jing saw that the master was about to speak but hesitated.
It was Mrs. Chang who said: "Molan, this child, just can't figure it out. No matter what, she has to rely on her elders. The elders can still harm her child." Mrs. Chang held her forehead with her hands when she said this, looking very serious.
Tired.
Mrs. Jing stood up and said goodbye, "The old lady is ill, so you'd better have a good rest. We'll come back tomorrow."
Mrs. Chang stood up and sent Mr. Jing to Chuihua Gate.
Mrs. Jing got on the carriage and soon returned to the courtyard where she was temporarily staying in Jingli. Mr. Zhang changed his clothes and sat down with Mrs. Jing to talk.
Master Zhang Er was very concerned about Yang Molan, "What did Molan say?"
Mrs. Jing couldn't hold back her grievance and raised her eyes to look at Mr. Zhang Er, "Sir, Molan said that we ignored her for three or four years. You must know that the master often writes letters to the Chang family asking about Molan."
Master Zhang Er was stunned, "How could you say that?"
Jing said: "How did I know that we walked all the way to the capital and got this result?" Her voice changed as she said, "Maybe Molan thought we were here to compete for the Yang family's wealth."
Hearing what his wife said, Mr. Zhang Er's heart was completely cold.
"Do you know what Mo Lan does in the drug store? She is with the men. I told her, but she didn't feel the slightest bit ashamed. What else did she say to the Qiao family? She complained and took revenge...I can't learn those words.
Come up, Molan and Sister Huan are about the same age, and Sister Huan can't say a word of what Molan said."
Mr. Zhang Er said: "It's probably because she was young and was instigated by someone."
Mrs. Jing raised her head and said, "Master, please wake up. When I was at home, I heard about Molan and couldn't sleep all day, so I wanted to come to the capital to make the decision for Molan. He also said that even if we don't want an engagement, you have to help Molan."
Lan was looking for a good marriage, but what if she came to Beijing? After all... After all... Molan is not her biological aunt, and she does not consider her uncle as her uncle. Now she lives with the aunt who gave birth to her and let her take care of her.
In the inner house, if Yang Bingzheng is still here, he will take his concubine as his wife if he has no choice but to do so."
These words were too serious, Mr. Zhang Er frowned, "Don't talk nonsense, don't listen to the Chang family's words. Chang Yining will definitely become an official in the future, and it is not known that he dislikes Mo Lan as the daughter of a guilty minister. The elders of the Yang family
Isn’t that what the letter to us said?”
Still speaking for Yang Molan, Mrs. Jing raised her head and said, "What benefits did the Yang family give me to protect you like this? Tomorrow I will go to Baohe Hall to see how the niece in your heart who wants to be protected by you is doing.
Did something."
Seeing Mrs. Jing shed tears, Mr. Zhang Er only felt that his momentum was losing some strength, and he persuaded in a gentle voice: "I haven't come to Beijing these years. After my sister went, I thought about taking care of Molan. It's me.
...I didn’t do it, and Mo Lan has her own reasons for saying so.”
"What's the point for a woman to show her face like this?" Jing stood up suddenly, "If the master says this, I can't do anything about it."
Mrs. Jing said and turned around to go to the inner room. Mr. Zhang Er sat down slumped. He came to the capital this time to help Mo Lan, but after entering the capital, everything was not as he thought.
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Yang Mo treated empyema for the first time without antibiotics. In addition to extracting the pus to help Zhong Ge recover his breathing, he also underwent multiple blood transfusions to correct Zhong Ge's symptoms of malnutrition and anemia.
Mrs. Gao lay beside the bed and touched Brother Zhong's hair over and over with her hands, and kept saying, "When will you wake up? When will you wake up? If the bun is cold, mother will help you warm it up. When you wake up
It's ready to eat." Mrs. Gao kicked the steamed bun into her arms, tears falling on Brother Zhong's hand.
Gao Zhengchun squatted aside and didn't know what he was thinking.
"Mistress, please wake up soon. Mom will take you home. Mistress, please wake up soon. It will be cold on the road when it is late. You will cry out again."
Brother Zhong was motionless on the bed, and his little person seemed to be buried under the quilt.
Gao didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly stood up and rushed to Gao Zhengchun next to him, "It's you who saved my son's life. It's all you. The dry food I brought you didn't leave a piece for the mistress. He looked at Liu
Drool... I can't bear it... I made an agreement with the mistress that we will give him steamed buns when you come back after passing the exam. We agreed, why don't you come back? Why don't you come back? "
Mrs. Gao howled and tugged hard on Gao Zhengchun's robe, and suddenly pulled Gao Zhengchun's robe apart. Gao Zhengchun looked at Mrs. Gao blankly, "The article Hou Zian wrote in Gongyuan is mine, it is mine."
, Hou Zian knew the test questions a long time ago, he lied to me, he lied to me, he put medicine in my tea, and when I woke up, the Gongyuan was closed, I failed to go to the Gongyuan, I..."
"I want to sue Hou Zian." Gao Zhengchun looked at Brother Zhong on the bed. He didn't know where he got the courage. Now that his family was ruined, he had nothing to fear.
"How to sue..." Mrs. Gao didn't bother to wipe her nose and tears, "How to sue? Who can believe your words?"
Yes, who can believe what he said? Gao Zhengchun sat down on the ground. Everyone thought he was a madman. The Hou family beat him up. Hou Zian is now the master of judicial examination, and he is just a failed scholar... He
Without the opportunity, he studied hard for more than ten years in a cold window. He killed his parents and starved his son to death for the scientific examination. When Gao Zhengchun thought of this, his eyesight turned black and he suddenly fell to the ground.
When Gao Zhengchun woke up, there were voices beside him.
Then I saw Miss Yang's face covered with a layer of cloth.
"Have you ever hurt your hand?"
After hearing Miss Yang's inquiry, Gao Zhengchun remembered the beatings he had received from the Hou family members.
"Can you still move your hands?" Yang Mo asked next.
Gao Zhengchun raised his palm.
"Grab."
Hearing Miss Yang's voice, Gao Zhengchun moved his fingers with difficulty, but his whole hand began to shake uncontrollably.
Yang Mo looked at Ji Zi Zhuan, "The wound has not healed. It took too long and has spread to the entire back of the hand."
Gao Zhengchun's injuries were the same as Mrs. Qiao's.
What to do in this situation?
Ji Zizhuan said: "I have encountered such a situation before. I always had to cut off the skin and flesh on it and then apply medicated powder to get better." Although he was unwilling to cure Mrs. Qiao's illness, he said at Qiao's house
What he said is true. Mrs. Qiao cannot live without a nose, so he cannot use this method to treat the disease.
"What should Miss Yang do?" Ji Zizhuan was very curious about Yang Mo's thoughts. Several times he wanted to discuss Mrs. Qiao's condition with Miss Yang, just because he was curious about what kind of medical skills Miss Yang would use.
"The wound should be cleaned immediately, the surrounding slough removed, and finally sutured." The modern wound treatment methods are similar to those in ancient times, but there are differences in the suturing.
After listening to these words, Gao Zhengchun struggled to speak, "Can I... still... hold a pen and write?"
Yang Mo said: "The wound is completely healed and I can hold a pen."
"How long?"
In the best case scenario, Yang Mo said: "It will take at least a month."
Gao Zhengchun's injury was too serious. He didn't know how much rotten flesh would have to be removed. There was already very little skin and flesh on his hands. It was uncertain when it would grow back after it was cut off. The most important thing was that there were no anti-inflammatory drugs.
Do you know if there will be any infection after surgery?
Gao Zhengchun asked: "Is it possible that it can't be cured?"
Yang Mo said: "It's possible."
Gao Zhengchun shook his head, "Then I won't treat you."
"If not treated, the injury may be more serious. You already have fever symptoms, and it is very likely that the fever will not go away." The spread of inflammation will cause sepsis, and then there will be no cure.
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I thought I wouldn't be able to update today. The more treatment I got, the worse I got. I was so exhausted when I came back from the hospital.