"Master Qiao's urine is black." The doctors talked a lot.
"What's going on?" Mrs. Qiao heard this in the inner courtyard and almost fainted when her eyesight went dark. "My master's illness has already been cured. Why is this happening..."
The female relatives stretched their necks to listen.
The originally cheerful atmosphere in the flower hall suddenly became gloomy.
Mrs. Qiao panicked and went to the front yard to see Mr. Qiao. The lady next to her hurriedly comforted him, "Don't worry, madam. There will be an imperial doctor in front of you, and everything will be fine."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Mo led someone into the house.
Mrs. Qiao wanted to ask, but she thought of the cold reception she had given Miss Yang before, so she shut her mouth and ordered her servants, "Go and listen to what the imperial doctor said."
Yang Mo sat back on the chair, took a sip of tea and put down the cup. When she raised her head, she realized that all the female relatives in the room were looking at her.
Mrs. Chang understood Mrs. Qiao's thoughts and turned to Yang Mo and asked, "What happened in the front?"
Yang Mo shook his head, "I just went to check whether Mr. Qiao has malaria. I don't know anything else."
According to Miss Yang, she didn’t even diagnose her pulse?
Yang Mo stopped talking, and all the women in the room felt itchy. What disease did Mr. Qiao have? It was Miss Yang who asked and answered.
Mrs. Qiao's eyes were burning, and she finally couldn't help but said: "Does the master have febrile disease or malaria?"
Yang Mo raised her head and said, "I can't tell. The doctors present can't tell what the disease is." The doctors invited by the Qiao family all wanted money from the Qiao family, and few would risk contracting malaria just for the sake of identification.
Mrs. Qiao opened her eyes wide in surprise. Either she had already made an agreement with the imperial doctor, or she said that the master's illness was warm, and sent Doctor Shen to the Yamen. By the way, she said that there was something wrong with the prescription that Miss Yang presented. Now
Not only was the disease not identified, but the master's illness became serious. What was going on?
Mrs. Qiao couldn't sit still anymore, stood up and apologized to the female family members, "I'll go to the front to see the master."
Mrs. Zhou stood up first and said, "Madam, go quickly, don't worry about this."
Mrs. Qiao cluttered her head and hurriedly led people out of the house.
After Mrs. Qiao left, everyone focused all their attention on Yang Mo. Only Miss Yang knew what happened to Mr. Qiao.
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Mrs. Qiao and her servants rushed straight to the front yard. The maid serving Master Qiao immediately came over and reported, "The imperial doctor and the doctor have all gone in."
Mrs. Qiao looked at the inner room and walked in without saying a word. She immediately heard the doctor's words in her ears, "I have seen patients in this situation before, but they didn't survive in the end."
Mrs. Qiao's eyes widened and she asked, "What is the disease, Master?"
The sharp voice startled the doctor. The two doctors who had spoken before immediately turned their heads and bowed in salute. One of them said: "I still don't know yet."
You just say this without knowing.
Another interface: "It's probably because the febrile illness has not gone away yet, and the fever has returned."
Febrile disease was just a trick to deceive outsiders, but he actually prevaricated like this in front of her. Mrs. Qiao gritted her teeth, ignored the two doctors and turned around and entered the inner room.
In the inner room, the imperial doctor was also asking several doctors, "What kind of disease can you identify?"
Doctors, look at me and I look at you. Before coming to Qiao's house, the Qiao family had already given instructions to talk about febrile disease. In this situation, I don't know whether to tell the truth or a lie.
"It's febrile disease."
I don't know who started it, but other people immediately echoed, "That's what the hospital diagnoses are." As they spoke, these people looked at Shen Weiyan next to them, as if they were afraid of ending up like Shen Weiyan.
If you say something wrong, you are likely to be sent to the government.
The imperial doctor frowned, stood up and went to the side room to write a prescription. Mrs. Qiao followed her hurriedly.
"What kind of disease does Master have?" Mrs. Qiao asked impatiently without waiting for the doctor to speak.
After a long while, the imperial doctor said: "It turns out that the fever has gone away...it seems that the malaria has not yet been cured."
"I just took the medicine, how could I still have malaria?" The medicine she got from Fan Monk had been taken on time. When Mrs. Qiao heard what the imperial doctor said, she became more and more panicked.
As soon as Mrs. Qiao finished speaking, there was a rush of footsteps behind her. The maid opened the curtain and came in to report, "Master... Master has vomited."
Mrs. Qiao's heart felt as if she wanted to fly out of her throat. What kind of disease did the master have? She turned to the imperial doctor and asked, "What prescription should I use?"
What prescription should I use? The imperial doctor also froze there, and after a long while he said solemnly: "It's better to invite the envoy here."
Mrs. Qiao told the mother beside her, "Hurry up and get the post to the Tai Hospital."
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The female relatives in the inner courtyard waited for a long time but did not see Mrs. Qiao coming back, so they all said goodbye to Mrs. Qiao. Mrs. Qiao had someone prepare a carriage to send the ladies back personally.
The female family members had just reached the Chuihua Gate, when Mrs. Qiao and her men chased after them.
Mrs. Zhou stopped and turned around to talk to Mrs. Qiao. However, Mrs. Qiao seemed not to see them and walked straight past them and stopped in front of Yang Mo. "Miss Yang," Mrs. Qiao said with a look on her face.
Hong gritted his teeth before speaking out his plea, "I also want your help in diagnosing the disease."
The female relatives looked at Mrs. Qiao in great surprise. Mrs. Qiao had looked at Miss Yang with contempt before, but now she suddenly changed the rules.
Mrs. Qiao felt hot on her face, as if she had been humiliated in public, especially Miss Yang's surprised and disbelieving look, which was like a hand being violently thrown towards her.
If Miss Yang hadn't been cured of malaria, she would not be standing here.
Yang Mo looked at Mrs. Chang, as if she wanted Mrs. Chang to make the decision. The Chang family has always opposed her practice of medicine, and now in front of everyone, Mrs. Chang should show her attitude and let everyone see, the Chang family
Do you think about her wholeheartedly, or do you put your interests first?
Everyone followed Yang Mo's gaze and landed on Mrs. Chang's face.
Mrs. Chang felt an invisible pressure as her hood came down. Yang Molan looked pliable, waiting for her to make her decision. If she didn't agree, Mrs. Qiao would definitely hate her. If she agreed, wouldn't that mean she agreed to let Yang Molan practice medicine?
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Mrs. Qiao frowned, "Mrs. Chang, human life is at stake."
At the moment, she could only agree. Mrs. Chang had no choice but to turn her head and look at Yang Mo, "Mrs. Qiao is here to invite you, or you can go and have a look."
Yang Mo laughed silently, her dark eyes seemed to be mocking the Chang family. The Chang family should have shown its true form long ago.
Mrs. Qiao hurriedly took Yang Mo to the front yard. The imperial doctor and doctors were writing prescriptions. When they saw Miss Yang, everyone stopped writing.
The Qiao family put up the screen, and Yang Mo went to the inner room.
Mr. Qiao curled up on the bed, holding his stomach and wailing repeatedly.
Mrs. Qiao wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, "I was fine just now, but suddenly I peeed black, and in the blink of an eye I vomited again, and my stomach hurt badly. This has never happened before."
When the doctor said that his urine was dark, Yang Mo knew that Mr. Qiao was just a typical complication of falciparum malaria, which could also be said to be caused by taking cinchona tree powder.
But the Qiao family refused to admit that she had malaria, so how dare she tell this unfortunate news.******************************