When Yang Mo saw Mrs. Yan sobbing, she couldn't help but feel cold, "How is Mr. Yan Ge?"
Mrs. Yan shook her head, "It's not good. It hasn't been good these past few days. Doctor Yao came to give acupuncture on time according to the young lady's method, but it started to heat up again last night."
Is it because of the infection or the inability to completely control the infection?
Yang Mo went into the room to carefully diagnose and treat Mr. Yan Ge.
Several people arrived outside,
Yang Mo looked at Mrs. Yan, "We have made a new drug, but it has not been really used on patients yet. It may be effective, or it may not be, and there will be certain dangers, but I think for Mr. Yan Ge
, new drugs should be used immediately, this is an opportunity."
Mrs. Yan had long since stopped paying attention and subconsciously went to see Mrs. Yan.
Madam Yan nodded, "Treat it as Grandma Shi says."
"Okay, without further ado," Yang Mo looked at Mei Xiang, "Bring the medicine box and new medicine."
Yang Mo prepared a skin test using saline and crude penicillin solution and gave Yan Gelao a skin test.
Zhu Shan felt that this quarter of an hour passed extremely slowly. When he stretched out his head to see where Mr. Yan Ge had been pricked by a needle, Zhu Shan's heart went cold. A red needle eye was clearly visible at the pricked place.
This is what Miss Yang said about her reaction to the medicine.
"This...can't we use medicine?" Zhu Shan felt extremely sad.
Yang Mo shook her head, "The medicine can be used. The injection site must be red and swollen to reject the medicine. Now there is just a needle hole, which is a normal reaction."
"What should we do next?" Zhu Shan couldn't help but ask.
"Just do experiments with new drugs. If everything goes well this time, you can use a smaller dose."
This is her experience with anti-tetanus serum.
Yang Mo looked at Mei Xiang and said, "Go out and tell Mrs. Yan that our first step went well." She wanted to reassure the patient's family.
After giving Mr. Yan Ge medicine, Yang Mo came out of the house.
Mrs. Yan immediately took Yang Mo's hand, "How is it?"
Yang Mo said: "Let Wei Mao and Pei Du stay to take care of Mr. Yan Ge. Pei Du used to be a veterinarian. I hope the old lady and Madam don't mind."
"How could it be possible," Mrs. Yan said immediately, "Grandma Ten's arrangement makes sense."
Yang Mo stayed to take care of Mr. Yan Ge for half an hour. Mr. Yan Ge didn't have any reaction to the medicine. This is a good sign. Yang Mo looked at Zhu Shan and said, "We need a lot of new medicines. We need to step up the preparation of medicines when we get back. You need manpower there."
Just tell Shopkeeper Jiang to arrange for the doctor from the medicine shop to go over and help." He looked at Wei Mao and Xiao Quan, "In addition to Pei Du and the others, you also have to go over and help. All matters there must be listened to by Zhu Shan.
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With people like Zhu Shan, she can let go a little bit.
After giving these instructions, Yang Mo returned to the Yang family.
As soon as she entered the door, Aunt Lu came and said, "I'm finally back. There was a lot of noise in the front yard. Your uncle wanted to talk to you and called you several times. Fortunately, he held me down."
Yang Mo and Aunt Lu hurried to the front yard.
Just after leaving the Moon Gate, I heard the voice of Mr. Zhang Er, "Respect your husband and your master, respect your superiors and inferiors, and teach men and women..."
Who is this teaching?
This should be what the father taught his daughter when she returned home.
Yang Mo and Aunt Lu walked a few steps quickly and saw Master Zhang Er in the yard. Opposite Master Zhang Er was the helpless Jing family.
Mrs. Jing opened her mouth wide, not knowing what to say, and was about to walk away.
Mr. Zhang Er said: "I haven't finished telling you where you are going? I am teaching you on behalf of your father. My mother is my uncle, isn't it inappropriate?"
Is it possible that Mr. Zhang Er mistook Mrs. Jing for her? You can't be so drunk, right?
Yang Mo looked at Zhou Chengling next to him.
Zhou Chengling looked very natural, and even had a smile on his face.
Mrs. Jing didn't know what to do, so she turned to Aunt Lu and Yang Mo for help.
Yang Mo stepped forward and called, "Uncle."
However, Mr. Zhang Er seemed not to have heard it and continued: "You should walk slowly and speak softly. When you are young, you will be a son, but when you grow up, you will be a mother..." Mr. Zhang Er continued to read.
Mrs. Jing felt that she had lost her face and could neither walk nor stand. The master had never reprimanded her, but now he treated her like Yang Molan and taught her how to behave in her husband's family. It happened that she did not have these things the master said.
Mr. Zhang Er didn't listen, he raised his eyes and asked, "Do you remember what I said?"
Mr. Jing said nothing.
Mr. Zhang Er’s eyes widened, “Do you remember?”
The master would never talk to her like this. As the husband, he had always been soft and allowed her to knead him, but this time he showed his authority and made her feel scared.
Jing was forced to have no choice but to whisper: "Remember, remember."
Mr. Zhang Er was then satisfied and asked someone to help him walk towards the house, "Let's go get a pot of wine."
Mrs. Jing hurriedly followed.
Mr. Zhang Er and Mr. Jing left. Aunt Lu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's getting late. I'll have people prepare the carriages and horses. It's time for you to go back."
She didn't expect that it would end like this when she returned home. She was in such a hurry that she didn't seem to be idle for a moment.
After Aunt Lu left with her servants, Zhou Chengling stepped forward and looked at Yang Mo. Every time he saw her, there was a smile in his eyes, "The tip of his nose was sweating as he ran."
Not only was the tip of her nose sweaty, her palms and back were also a little sweaty.
"Are you tired?" Zhou Chengling asked in a low voice.
Yang Mo said: "I'm not tired, it's very comfortable." After running around for a while, I felt so comfortable. It was much better than running around the house all day.
Yang Mo intentionally looked in the direction where her uncle was leaving, "You're not idle either."
Zhou Chengling nodded honestly, "I'm not idle." He drank with Mr. Zhang Er and listened to Mr. Zhang Er talk about old things about the Zhang family.
She knew what was going on, "Uncle is not drunk."
Zhou Chengling thought for a while and gave an accurate answer, "I'm drunk."
It's a shame they could think of reprimanding their aunt under the influence of alcohol.
Zhou Chengling said: "My aunt sent a message to my uncle, asking him to discuss Zhang Yu's future with me and see if Zhang Yu could hold an official position in the future. After hearing this, my uncle said that my aunt would not change her evil intentions. In this way
Something will happen if you go down there, and you should take good care of your aunt when you return home."
"My uncle has been suppressed by my aunt for so many years, so he inevitably loses his courage. He drank a few glasses of wine while talking."
Yang Mo looked at Zhou Chengling and said, "You are still covering up for uncle."
Zhou Chengling's expression was very serious, "When I marry you, we are a family. How can we expose this kind of thing easily?"
People are different. Drinking wine was the only way he could think of to vent his inner thoughts.
After a while, Zhang Yu came out of the guest room where Mr. Zhang Er rested and apologized to Zhou Chengling, "My father is drunk. Please don't take offense, Master Ten."
Zhou Chengling said: "Let uncle have a good rest. It's getting late. Let's go back first."
Zhang Yu sighed when he saw that there was no anger on Zhou Chengling's face, and respectfully sent Zhou Chengling and Yang Mo out.
The two of them returned to Zhou's house. Zhou Chengling asked the cook to prepare some food. The fragrant Yangchun noodles were served, and Yang Mo also ate a hot bowl.
After the two of them had eaten, they cleaned up and lay on the bed. Yang Mo touched her belly and felt that it was warm inside. Unexpectedly, she had a bad appetite. In the middle of the night, her stomach was still full and indigestible. Lying on the bed, it felt like a stone was pressing on it.
, Yang Mo turned over carefully, but still woke up Zhou Chengling.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Chengling asked in a low voice.
Yang Mo made a sad face, "The Yangchun noodles made by the cook are so delicious. I was greedy and ate too much, and my stomach couldn't digest it." She thought about taking the medicine for digestion but was reluctant to leave the hot bed, so she thought about it and covered it with her hands.
"Let me knead it for you," Zhou Chengling took over. "How can I eat a bowl of noodles like this at such a young age? It's all because I didn't eat in time at Baohetang."
Zhou Chengling's strength was just right and it made her feel comfortable. "It will be better to eat less at night from now on."
"Where else is it uncomfortable? Is the pit of my stomach uncomfortable?" Zhou Chengling stretched out his arms and let her lie in his arms, which made it easier to rub her.
In modern times, she often feels flustered, and because she works too much overtime, her colleagues joke about not dying from overwork, but in ancient times, there was no such problem.
"It doesn't hurt, I just ate too much."
It's embarrassing to talk about such a disease.
"Are you ashamed?" came Zhou Chengling's deep voice.
This person was really rude when he grabbed her little tail. Yang Mo argued, "Who's so embarrassed?"
Zhou Chengling pursed his lips and said, "If you know you are embarrassed, you must be obedient. From now on, you will eat on time. If you don't obey, I will punish you."
She bit the bullet and said, "What's the punishment?"
"You think I don't dare?" Zhou Chengling stopped his hand and put his palm on her buttocks, "Spank her ass."
Yang Mo's face suddenly turned red, and when she was about to push Zhou Chengling's hand away, he leaned over and pressed his lips down, held her waist, and gave her a long kiss while holding his breath.
Her fingers passed through his cheeks and landed on his ears. After a while, she waited for him to raise his head. She breathed heavily, "Are you rubbing my belly, or are you trying to cause trouble?"
Zhou Chengling took out his hand and put it on her belly, "It's all," he lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Rubbing her belly and causing mischief."
…
Mr. Yan Ge's illness has improved, and the effect will be seen quickly as long as the medicine is suitable for the symptoms.
When Yang Mo came back from Yan's house, she immediately changed her clothes and went to the second wife's house. On Wednesday, the master led the troops to Baoding. They will leave tomorrow and the clan will celebrate. Yang Mo had people prepare gifts and go there in a carriage with Princess Chunjun.
The second wife's house was filled with joy.
Mrs. Zhou had people gathered around and laughed, "When the third master returns from the victorious battle, it will be time for the imperial edict to be granted the title."
Mrs. Zhou heard this and said hurriedly: "I don't know yet. It depends on how the clan government decides."
Chengjue's matter has been finalized, and Mrs. Wednesday's modesty is nothing more than asking people to say more good things.
Yang Mo found a seat and sat down. Mrs. Zhou glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw that Yang Mo was drinking tea very freely and leisurely. She couldn't help but feel unhappy.