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Chapter 1732 Epidemic

Yuan Qingling took out the stethoscope and listened to his lungs. Master Qi stretched out his hand to stop him. After all, men and women cannot be intimate.

But he was also very weak, and the doctor was quite dignified. Even though his face was covered with a mask, the determined light in his eyes still shocked him.

Yuan Qingling listened to the front, then asked him to turn sideways, listened to the back of his lungs, and frowned slightly, "How many days have you been feeling sick?"

Mr. Qi slowly turned around, his nose was a bit blocked, and said: "I feel unwell only for the past few days. I was fine when I went out. Maybe it was because of the fatigue of riding the horse all the way, and I also tried to drive all night.

I don’t know if I’ve contracted the wind or cold.”

"In addition to coughing, do you feel pain in your heart?"

"It hurts, it hurts here!"

Mr. Qi pressed the area around his chest, moved his palms, took a hard breath, and said, "It hurts here too, and all the bones in my body feel pain."

After Yuan Qingling carefully asked about some symptoms, he said: "I will give you medicine and water."

"Hungry water?"

Master Qi looked at Yuan Qingling blankly.

"Well, don't ask. Just cooperate with the treatment. Your illness is more serious."

It is presumed that he has pneumonia, and it is severe pneumonia.

Master Qi heard that the illness was serious, and he looked anxious and said: "Doctor, please do your best. I still have an old mother at home who needs support. My brother fell ill and passed away last month. I also have to take care of my brother's children. Nothing will happen to me."

Yuan Qing Ling said: "I will try my best, don't worry, just cooperate with the treatment."

Mr. Qi said gratefully: "Thank you, doctor."

Yuan Qingling prescribed medicine and gave him water.

Mr. Qi looked very frightened during the process of getting wet, but Yuan Qingling explained that it was similar to acupuncture. In this way, the medicine is delivered directly to the body, which will give results much faster.

Then I took out the antipyretic medicine and asked him to take it. The fever was 39 and a half degrees and the fever was reduced first.

Yuan Qing Ling asked smoothly, "What disease did your brother suffer from and died of?"

Mr. Qi sighed, "He was a yamen catcher. He was overworked. At first, he just coughed a few times and didn't take it seriously. As a result, it became more and more serious. When the high fever refused to go away, it was no longer effective to seek treatment from a doctor."

"Um?

Does he have the same symptoms as you?"

Yuan Qingling was concerned and asked.

"It's basically the same. Cold air invades and external wind evil is introduced."

"Besides him, who else do you know who is sick?

What about your family?

Where are his wife and children?"

Mr. Qi thought for a moment, and when I came out, I didn't hear anyone say I was sick. Except for my sister-in-law, who was so sad that she fainted several times, no one was sick.

"Where are your colleagues from the Yamen...?" Mr. Qi said, "The prefect is not feeling well, so he asked me to go to Beijing to report on my work."

"Where are the other people in the Yamen?"

Yuan Qingling asked again.

Mr. Qi thought for a moment and his face became serious. "Doctor, when you asked me this, I remembered that before I went to Beijing, several yamen officials got sick, and the master couldn't even go back to the yamen."

He asked nervously: "Doctor, what disease do I have?"

Yuan Qing Ling said: "Preliminary conclusion is that it's Shi Xing's cold!"

Mr. Qi said: "However, Shixing cold rarely occurs in Wugui Mansion. Moreover, Shixing cold can be cured by taking medicine. How can it kill people?

Only those who are weak will die unless they take myrrh."

Yuan Qingling did not explain to him for the time being, saying: "This is just my guess. You can accept the treatment with peace of mind. I will send someone to Wugui Mansion to see if there is an outbreak of influenza in the local area."

"Send someone?"

Although Mr. Qi was sick, he was not confused. When he heard this, he immediately looked at Yuan Qingling and asked, "Who are you?"

"People from the Huimin Administration Bureau!"

Yuan Qingling packed up her things and said, "You have a good rest first, I will come back later."

She went out with the medicine box, sprayed herself with alcohol outside, and then wiped her hands with alcohol.


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