After hearing Miss Yang's words, Mr. Yan Ge showed some concern, and Dr. Tong's wrinkled eyebrows relaxed a little.
Lying was the secret recipe of the Yang family before, just to find a reasonable explanation for her medical skills. As long as she could successfully pick up the medicine box and treat the disease, she would have already thought of a way to deal with it even if she was held accountable.
What's more, she had already been prepared to treat Master Qiao this time. It was exactly what she wanted for the court to attach importance to using Artemisia annua to treat malaria.
Yang Mo paused for a moment before whispering: "This prescription is from when my father was alive, he searched through all the prescriptions for treating malaria in ancient books and found Artemisia annua. He also found that boiled Artemisia annua was ineffective, so he used it. The method of salt leaching...I wanted to wait until the doctor from the Yang family's pharmacy came together to test the effect, but something happened to the Yang family that year...I was sick for three years because of this. It happened that a servant of the Yan family was suffering from malaria. Only then do I dare to try my father’s secret recipe.”
Any new prescription must be used by patients to achieve significant effects before it can be spread. Miss Yang's words are also reasonable.
"It's not easy for Miss Yang to remember so many secret recipes of the Yang family at her age." The waiter's voice was slightly deep and sharp, which sounded harsh.
"I have been fond of medical skills since I was a child. My late father was afraid that my qualifications would be stupid and he did not dare to go out and show off for fear of making people laugh." Yang Mo replied very respectfully.
The chamberlain seemed to be thinking about something for a moment, and then said: "The Yang family is too humble. Miss Yang's intelligence is probably rare in this world, let alone the Zhou Dynasty."
It sounded like he was praising her, but there were meaningful words in it. Yang Mo pretended not to understand and smiled and saluted.
The chamberlain said: "We want to go see Minister Qiao." After saying this, he took a deep look at Yang Mo behind the screen.
Dr. Tong accompanied the chamberlain to see Mr. Qiao. Mr. Yan Ge didn't know what he was thinking about. He looked at Yang Mo after a while and said, "There is malaria again in the suburbs of Beijing. Can Artemisia annua stop the spread of malaria?"
Theoretically, Artemisia annua is more effective than quinine, but the Artemisia annua she used was not purified, so she doesn't know what the results will be if it is used on a large area.
Yang Mo raised her head and said, "You can give it a try."
Mr. Yan Ge couldn't help but praise Miss Yang. She was not only kind-hearted but also courageous, and never panicked no matter what happened.
Mr. Yan Ge paused, "Last time you said you wanted to reopen Baohetang Pharmacy... Your father's case should not have implicated your grandparents... If your Yang family's secret recipe makes a contribution to the court this time, I will too I can use this matter to explain it to the emperor."
In other words, there was a chance to get Baohetang back, and a smile flashed in Yang Mo's eyes. Baohetang is not big, but it is a medicine shop that has been run by the Yang family for a hundred years. If it can really be returned to her, she will not be in vain. Be a descendant of the Yang family for once.
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As soon as Doctor Tong stepped forward and opened the curtain of the inner room, the steward of the Qiao family came out.
The mother in charge stepped forward and saluted, and said softly: "Your Excellency, it is better to go in later." Her face tightened as she said, "I can't help but lose control, and the house is being tidied up."
When a servant of the Qiao family said this, the waiter seemed to smell an unpleasant smell and frowned unnaturally, "Is Mr. Qiao feeling better?"
The mother in charge replied, "It's much better, I can speak now..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Wenjing's screams suddenly came from the inner room.
The doctor Tong looked pitiful, turned his head and whispered to the chamberlain, "My father-in-law didn't see it, but the things inside that were used to treat Master Qiao looked horrifying."
The more Dr. Tong said this, the more the chamberlain wanted to take a look. When the servants changed the dirt, the chamberlain couldn't wait to enter the inner room.
Shen Weiyan was pouring Chinese medicine into Master Qiao's valley. Master Qiao had been tortured out of shape. When the bamboo pole was inserted, Bai Bai's buttocks were pinched and then released weakly.
The chamberlain was used to seeing all kinds of strange things, but he couldn't bear to look at them. He took two steps forward and saw that Qiao Wenjing's buttocks were red and swollen. He had obviously suffered a lot of torture.
"Mr. Qiao, please take care of yourself."
Hearing the voice of the chamberlain beside the emperor, Qiao Wenjing raised his eyelids with difficulty. Thinking of his current embarrassment, he wanted to cover it up, but was unable to do so.
Mr. Feng must have spoken for him in front of the emperor, so the emperor asked the chamberlain to visit him.
Qiao Wenjing felt warm in his heart.
"The emperor asked us to ask your lord," the chamberlain said in a low voice.
Qiao Wenjing felt dizzy and nodded subconsciously.
"Have you long known that Monk Fan has a miracle cure for malaria?"
When Shen Weiyan heard the man dressed as a chamberlain asking about the magic medicine, he couldn't help shaking his hands and squeezed the water bag a little harder.
Qiao Wenjing was frightened out of his wits by the words of the chamberlain. He didn't expect that the emperor would personally intervene. Just when he didn't know how to answer, his lower body suddenly felt a bone-chilling coldness. As the liquid flowed in from his buttocks, there was another burst of needle-like pain. Qiao Wenjing could only I felt stomach cramps, and when I opened my mouth, the medicine in my stomach spurted out.
The waiter stepped back in shock, took out a piece of handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, and walked straight out of the door. This time he saw the horror of malaria from Mr. Qiao, "This... this... can you still survive?" The waiter trembled with his hands.
Doctor Tong said: "My father-in-law, I don't know that Mr. Qiao has black urine. It's not that the hospital's prescription didn't work, it's just that he is too seriously ill." Although the fever is gone now, he can see that he has become detached. Can it get better? No one knows.
If it can be cured in this way, then Bian Que is not reincarnated. The chamberlain waved his hands repeatedly, "We will go back to the palace right now and let the palace take precautions in advance." As he thought of something, he hurriedly looked at Doctor Tong, "Does the Imperial Hospital have precautions?" The cure for the disease?"
There are medicines, but they don't work.
Before Doctor Tong could speak, the chamberlain looked up and saw Mrs. Qiao bringing her servants over with incense.
The chamberlain stepped forward to salute, and Mrs. Qiao hurriedly returned.
The servants stepped aside and smoked medicinal incense under the windows of the house.
Mrs. Qiao and the chamberlain were talking to the side.
"What is the house doing?"
Mrs. Qiao immediately said: "Miss Yang said that if you prevent mosquitoes, malaria will not be spread to others."
It was Miss Yang again. The chamberlain turned to look at Dr. Tong, who raised his beard but said nothing.
The chamberlain looked at the busy servants of the Qiao family and said for a long time: "It is indeed like this. We, the Zhou Dynasty, are very lucky."
As soon as the waiter finished speaking, the steward's mother, wearing a blue half-armor, came out of the room and reported to Mrs. Qiao, "Madam, the master's urine is no longer black."
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Yang Mo also heard the news in the house that Mr. Qiao's dark urine fever was caused by taking quinine. In most cases, it can be corrected in one or two days. Now it seems that sequelae are inevitable, but his life can probably be saved.
"Miss," Chun He next to him was frightened when he thought about what Mr. Yan Ge said just now, "Does Mr. Yan Ge mean that the lady should go to the suburbs of Beijing to treat malaria?"
Yang Mo did not answer Chunhe's words, but looked out the window, "Baohetang is about to get it back.
***************************************Thank you, Mr. Duanbi Laiyuan, for sending me the peace charm. Thank you.
The sachet sent by Han Ren 123 classmate, (touching the Han paper classmate, the leader knew that it was real Han paper, so this nickname suits him very well). Thanks to classmate Luo Tuo Xun returned for the peace charm. Thanks to rk_owl classmate for the peace charm.
.Thanks to Junxi’s mother’s classmate for sending me the peace charm.