The people at Taiyuan Hospital deliberately claimed that he was his beloved son, which was humiliating him in front of the emperor.
The sound of gold and stone was ringing in Mr. Yan Ge's ears. He took a breath and calmed his mind, "Your Majesty, the famous doctors in Beijing are diagnosing the pulse. The results are not the same as those in Taiyuan Hospital. The doctors have written a disease diagnosis document and asked the Emperor to review and make a decision."
Doctor Feng raised his forehead and looked at the thatched house.
There was silence in the thatched house, and only after a while did the bells ring.
The chamberlain hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "The emperor wants to see the document."
What could the emperor do if he didn't understand medical science? Physician Feng took out the document and handed it to the chamberlain. Feng Guozhang had long known that Yan Ge would hand over the impeachment memorial sooner or later. However, because of Mr. Chang's relationship, on this day
He arrived a little early, but Feng Guozhang's plan had already been laid out, and Mr. Yan Ge would not be able to escape no matter what.
The winner of this game was still Feng Guozhang, and Feng Yuyi stood there confidently.
"Who wrote this?"
The emperor's question came from the thatched house.
Mr. Yan Ge thought of Miss Yang, but it would be ridiculous to bring a teenage girl out at this time, "It's... Mr. Bai from Baohetang."
"He said...it wasn't bayberry?"
Mr. Yan Ge said: "The rash is difficult to identify. I don't know what basis the hospital has for insisting that it is bayberry sores."
Dr. Feng was about to speak.
The emperor said: "Some say yes, some say no, do you want me to diagnose the disease?"
Master Yan Ge bowed his body.
The sound of footsteps sounded, and the emperor opened the hanging curtain of the thatched house. He didn't know what he was looking for on Mr. Yan Ge's face. "I believe that Mr. Yan Ge has strict instructions for the younger generations. Since he has denied that it is bayberry sore, he will treat the disease according to the doctor's instructions."
Okay..." He said and stretched out his hand, "It's just that I can't use the prescription to treat bayberry sores."
"I think about it, this is the most fair to my dear friends."
Doctor Feng, whose heart had sunk, suddenly brightened up. All the herbs that were beneficial to bayberry sores could not be used on Mr. Yan.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty." Doctor Feng threw himself to the ground first.
Mr. Yan Ge also bowed and saluted.
After the two people walked out, Feng Guozhang shakily walked out from behind the screen. When he saw the emperor lifting his official robe and slowly kneeling down, his movements were laborious due to his age, and he looked even more loyal and respectful. "Your Majesty, will this happen?"
I am a little harsh on Mrs. Yan Ge. Mr. Yan Ge only has such an only son. What if..."
The emperor raised his eyes and looked at the calm-looking Feng Guozhang on the ground, "They say you are a traitor, are you or not?"
Feng Guozhang hurriedly bowed and said slowly, "I don't dare. I am devoted to serving the emperor and the great Zhou Dynasty. I will devote my whole life to death."
The emperor put down the curtain, turned around and walked back to the thatched house, "I'm just going to see if you are loyal or he is loyal."
…
Mr. Yan Ge went straight back to his mansion.
Mrs. Yan was waiting anxiously in the inner room, "How is it?"
Mr. Yan Ge's frown relaxed a little, "The emperor said that if Qiaoer can get better without treating bayberry sores, then naturally it is not bayberry sores. People from Tai Hospital have gone to the pharmacy at home to treat bayberry sores.
All medicines related to sores were taken away.”
Mrs. Yan breathed a sigh of relief and showed some joy on her face, "Finally, God has eyes to protect my Yan family."
Yang Mo walked to the door and heard Mrs. Yan's voice.
The maid stepped forward to open the curtain, Yang Mo walked in, and saluted everyone in the room. Yang Mo raised her head.
Mrs. Yan looked at Miss Yang happily, "Thanks to you this time, otherwise we wouldn't know what to do. The reason why the emperor believes our words is because of the document you wrote." Otherwise, the Taiyuan Hospital would definitely
Call black into white.
"Old madam," Yang Mo's clear voice sounded in the room, "Yan Erye's illness is indeed bayberry sores."
Everyone in the room had frozen expressions on their faces.
Mrs. Yan couldn't help but stood up first, "Miss Yang said... what is it? Bayberry sore? How... is this possible?"
Syphilis can be macular, papular or pustular. The most reliable basis for diagnosis is to examine the patient's cerebrospinal fluid and palpate to see whether the patient's inguinal lymph nodes are swollen. She was unable to check these on Mr. Yan until the aunt
Arrive at Fuzhong.
If she could confirm that her aunt had syphilis, then Mr. Yan would not need to seek further diagnosis.
Mr. Yan Ge frowned and said, "Mr. Bai has already written down the prescription, please give it a try."
He looked like he couldn't believe it.
It's no wonder that she didn't diagnose it at first, and now that she suddenly revealed the results, the Yan family naturally didn't believe it. Besides, the papular syphilis that Mr. Yan suffered from was very similar to pityriasis rosea, and was indeed somewhat different from bayberry in appearance.
"It's getting late, it's time to send Miss Yang back to the Chang family," Mr. Yan Ge said, standing up and looking at Yang Mo, "Miss, you saved the Yan family today, please accept my respect." After saying this, he said.
He bowed to Yang Mo politely.
Yang Mo hurriedly knelt down and saluted, "The old man's words are serious."
Mr. Yan Ge had already seen off the guests, but no one would listen to her again.
The Yan family is a ceremonial family, and no matter what they do, they must keep their reputation first.
Yang Mo followed Mrs. Yan out of the door and out of the corridor. Yang Mo stopped and looked at Mrs. Yan, "Madam, listen to me, the rash on Mr. Yan and my aunt has broken out. Others may get sick if they get it.
Madam, take precautions in advance."
Mrs. Yan's face was filled with sadness, and she became even more panicked after hearing these words, "What would have happened if I hadn't been treated in time?"
In ancient times, there was no specific medicine for syphilis, and even the use of Smilax smilax had little effect. If Treponema pallidum infects the human body, the person will slowly fester and die.
Yang Mo's face was calm, "Madam, what will happen if you know about bayberry sores."
Mrs. Yan's hands suddenly started shaking.
"Miss Yang, please save the second master!" A sad voice came, and the aunt Yang Mo had just met knelt down in front of her and kept kowtowing.
Yang Mo couldn't bear it, this aunt and Mr. Yan were both under twenty years old, and now they could only wait to die like this.
The woman next to her pulled her aunt away, and Mrs. Yan personally put Yang Mo into the carriage.
The carriage went all the way back to Chang's house. When Yang Mo got out of the carriage, she realized that the carriage was filled with gifts given to her by the Yan family, including paintings, calligraphy, clothing, and ornaments, which amounted to a large box.
Yang Mo asked Madam Chang to go back to the yard.
Mrs. Chang personally served tea to Mrs. Chang.
"It's not an option to always show up like this," Mrs. Chang sighed, "but when others come to ask for help, we have to give it face."
Mrs. Chang Er smiled and looked at Mrs. Chang Da, "I think it's a good thing. No one will get sick from eating grains. My sister-in-law has such a daughter-in-law in the house. If she shows kindness to others in the future, she is afraid that others will not repay her."
Mrs. Chang gave the second wife a complaining look and said, "My sister-in-law said it was as if I agreed to this marriage for profit."
Mrs. Chang Er smiled and waved her hands, "That's not what I meant. I meant that my sister-in-law is a blessed person. You must know that the Yan family has never given anyone such a heavy gift."
Being able to send paintings and calligraphy to the etiquette house is a sign of multiple friendships.
…
Yang Mo closed her eyes with that aunt's pleading look on her face. She couldn't ignore it. Even if the Yan family turned their backs and deceived the others, if Master Yan's illness was not cured, the Yan family would lose its reputation.
Yang Mo sat up and told Qiu Tong, "Bring a lamp, I want to read." Apart from Western medicine, is there really no other way to treat her?
************************************* Go to bed. Good night everyone.