"The fever has gone down a bit." Qiu Tong tested Qiao Ling's body temperature.
As long as the fever can be reduced, it means that life is temporarily saved. Yang Mo went over to take a closer look. Shen Weiyan outside also got the news and hurriedly entered the house without even putting down the Artemisia annua in his hand.
Qiaoling's mother-in-law happily grasped Qiaoling's hand. Qiaoling also woke up on the bed, opened her eyes and spoke in a daze.
"I want to drink water." Yang Mo looked at Chunhe, who hurriedly went to get some water.
After burning for so long, anyone would feel thirsty.
Qiaoling drank some water, which seemed to moisturize her eyes a little. Qiaoling's mother-in-law shouted with tears in her eyes, "Xiaoyao, Xiaoyao, Miss Yang saved you."
Qiaoling's eyes looked around, and then landed on Yang Mo. The still weak child showed gratitude and joy in her eyes.
Looking at Qiao Ling and her daughter, Yang Mo suddenly relaxed.
"Miss, go and have a rest. I'll take care of you here." Qiao Ling bowed and saluted Yang Mo.
Yang Mo nodded and told her mother in charge, "Be sure not to let mosquitoes enter the house, so as not to spread the disease to others."
Miss Yang's words about mosquitoes transmitting diseases are hard to believe, but Miss Yang's method indeed saved the little boy of Xu Gui's family. Thinking of this, the mother in charge did not dare to neglect, "Miss, don't worry, slave. Let people burn incense to repel mosquitoes.”
After everything was arranged, Yang Mo walked out of the house. The sun was about to set. The sky was still blue and the clouds were indescribably high. Shen Weiyan squatted on the porch to pick out yellow wormwood. His sleeves were neatly rolled over his wrists, and each time he picked up a plant, You have to hold the wormwood to your nose and smell it, and you have to select it several times before you can choose one and put it in the basket.
"Why did you choose these?" Yang Mo asked in a low voice. After all, she had never been exposed to herbal medicine in modern times, and she didn't know how to choose between good and bad.
Only then did Shen Weiyan realize that Yang Mo was standing next to him. He stood up hurriedly, took the herbs in his hand aside, curled up his fingers to cover the soil on his fingertips, "Artemisia annua and Artemisia annua should have the same medicinal properties." If Artemisia annua is useless... I think the special thing about Artemisia annua is that it tastes different from Artemisia annua. I... tasted it... and kept the stronger one... it would be better for use as medicine."
It turns out that when choosing Chinese herbal medicine, you have to taste it yourself. In modern times, they all use medicines prepared by pharmaceutical companies. Who cares about this? Yang Mo thought about squatting down to taste the Artemisia annua in the basket.
Shen Weiyan hurriedly spoke to stop it, "It tastes bad, it's very smelly, I'd better not eat it, young lady."
They are both doctors. How could he assume that she couldn't taste something he could taste? "I know what it tastes like."
When you put it on your mouth like this, what you really taste and smell are two different things. The tip of your tongue is bitter and numb. It's rare that Qiao Ling can drink such a large bowl of juice. What's even more rare is that Shen Weiyan tasted so much. Yang Mo When he raised his head, Shen Weiyan beside him hurriedly lowered his head, as if to hide the expression on his face.
Counting it all, she had only been cruel to Shen Weiyan once, and she spoke unabashedly out of anxiety, which did not bring about such fear in him, "Have you ever tasted all of this?"
Shen Wei said: "I've tasted it," and pointed to a pile next to him, "I picked them all from there."
That’s really a lot. This much Artemisia annua was used to save Qiaoling alone. If malaria really spreads, the Artemisia annua in Beijing will not be enough, and the Artemisia annua shipped from outside will not be fresh. Not only will it require Everyone should pay attention to preventing mosquitoes and find ways to make more anti-malarial drugs.
"What are you worried about, young lady?" Shen Weiyan asked carefully and softly.
"Cinchona tree powder." The sacred powder that missionaries must carry with them.
Shen Weiyan held the Artemisia annua in his hand, "If Artemisia annua is already effective, why do we need cinchona tree powder?"
"Malaria occurs every summer and autumn. How many people can these mugworts save? We need to find a way to get them to take out the medicine in their hands."
Shen Weiyan couldn't figure it out for a moment, "The eldest lady is saying that those people have medicine in their hands and refuse to take it? Why is that?"
Yang Mo thought of the proud Qiao family, "because they are not afraid of getting sick." Since they are not afraid, she wants them to have a taste of getting sick, lest they rely on their wealth and glory and not know the suffering of others.
News of Qiaoling's improvement reached Mr. Yan Ge's place.
After a while, Mrs. Yan came to the small courtyard.
Mrs. Yan looked at Qiao Ling on the bed. Earlier, the child's lips had been bruised. The doctor who had been invited said that she would not be able to survive the night. The servants were trying to carry Qiao Ling into the house. She even tried to stop her, thinking that Miss Yang was going to let her go. She was afraid that Qiao Er would suffer from such a disease. Later, the master made up his mind...
She didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, Qiaoling's face remained as usual, her breathing was steady, and she seemed to be much better.
"Madam, Miss Yang saved Qiaoling." Qiaoling's mother kept repeating the same sentence.
Mrs. Yan looked at Qiao Ling in bewilderment. She was really alive. Miss Yang could cure malaria. According to this calculation, Qiaoer's disease would also be cured. Mrs. Yan's fingers trembled with joy for the first time in the past few days, " Miss Yang, can Qiaoling's illness be completely cured?"
Yang Mo nodded, "As long as the condition continues to improve, you will be cured in a few days." The most important thing in treating a disease is to treat the symptoms. As long as you know what the infection is and use the right medicine, the condition will be greatly improved soon.
Mrs. Yan shed tears. It can really be cured, and Qiaoer still has a chance to be cured. Thinking of this, Mrs. Yan took Yang Mo's hand and said, "I don't know how to thank you."
Yang Mo met Madam Yan's gaze and said, "Madam, you are serious. Madam called me to come to the house to see the second master's illness. I just tried my best."
Thinking of her previous suspicions about Miss Yang, Mrs. Yan looked apologetic. Miss Yang took out all the secret recipes at home, but she tried to stop her in every possible way. She couldn't help but think of Miss Chang San, who was in front of her. She once said that Miss Yang didn't know how to treat medicine, and she almost ruined Qiao Er's chance of medical treatment because of Miss Chang San's words. Next time Miss Chang San said that again, she would definitely refute it, the Yang family Is it true that the serious descendants have learned less than Miss Chang San, an outsider?
After talking to Mrs. Yan for a while, Yang Mo followed Mr. Bai to visit Prince Wen Zhenggong.
Because it was she who cured Prince Wen Zhenggong, Mr. Bai asked her carefully about her condition on the way.
Yang Mo whispered what she was thinking, "If the body is still unable to move freely, I think it was caused by a stroke." In other words, the embolus was still in the blood vessels, so it restricted some body movements.
Mr. Bai said: "I have read all the prescriptions sent by Duke Wen Zheng's mansion. They are all comprehensive prescriptions combined with acupuncture, but the effect is not very obvious. If the prince hadn't been born in the army, I would have found it difficult to even stand up, let alone move around. "
Mr. Bai suddenly sighed, "A rare general in the Zhou Dynasty. He is so young... What a pity."
Yang Mo knew the consequences of stroke, so she was surprised to see Wen Zhenggong's son at Yan's house. She must know that most patients will suffer from the sequelae and be paralyzed in bed for the rest of their lives. There are not many people who can persist in rehabilitation. However, , if you can endure this period of time, coupled with thrombolytic treatment, there is a possibility of recovery in the future.
Rehabilitation... By the way, how could she forget that she could guide Prince Wenzheng to do rehabilitation treatment.
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The room was very quiet. Yang Mo watched Mr. Bai check his pulse.
"It still needs to be treated as a stroke. Treatment of this disease will not be effective immediately. The prince cannot be anxious."
Listening to Mr. Bai's words, Dong Zhao thought of the memorial that had been quickly approved to recuperate at home. The longer he stayed at home, the harder it would be to become an official again in the future.
Mr. Bai and Shen Weiyan went out to write prescriptions, but Yang Mo did not follow them immediately.
The room was silent. Yang Mo looked through the screen and saw a dull atmosphere over there.
Many people still have an unbalanced mentality when they retire from their jobs at the age of sixty. At the age of Duke Wen Zhenggong, he had just entered the officialdom, which was a great time.
Dong Zhao, who was sitting on the chair, seemed to be about to get up.
"First put your weight on the side that can move freely, and then slowly strain the other side. It will be easier to stand up." A soft voice came from behind the screen.
Dong Zhao frowned. He had spent most of his time practicing riding and shooting since he was a teenager. He had never thought that he needed help from others to stand up. Thinking of this, he suddenly felt numb under his feet and his body suddenly lost his balance.
, fortunately he held the armrest of the chair to stand firm.
The sound of gentle footsteps sounded, Dong Zhao raised his head and saw Miss Yang walking out from behind the screen.
Wearing a power cap on the head makes the figure look even more petite.
"The disease has not completely recovered. It is useless even if the prince is anxious. If the force is used improperly, unnecessary damage will be caused, which will be detrimental to recovery."
Listening to the gentle voice, Dong Zhao's expression slowly relaxed.
He had a cold temperament, and even his sisters at home would not dare to talk to him on weekdays. But Miss Yang dared to step forward and touch him. For the time being, he thought it was because he was unconscious that she had such courage.
Now he is sitting here properly, but Miss Yang still has no fear. Maybe he is sick, so he is different from usual.
"Master, just do as I say and it will be much easier for you to move around."
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