Chapter two hundred and seventy seventh consecutive three
"I didn't expect Mrs. Qi to dare to say this." Wang Qingchun said with ridicule.
Everyone laughed again.
"I dare to say this anytime, especially when facing a idiot like you." Qi Yue also said with ridicule.
This woman still dares to be so arrogant!
"I don't think Yongqing Mansion can accommodate you anymore." Wang Qingchun said coldly.
The threats are self-evident.
Qi Yue laughed.
"Wang Qingchun, everything has inertia," she said.
What's the meaning?
Wang Qingchun frowned when he saw her.
"It means that last time you were kicked out of Yongqing Mansion by me." Qi Yue smiled slightly, "Then next time, I guess you will have to be kicked out by me..."
Woman! Villain!
Wang Qingchun flicked his sleeves.
"Arrogant!" he sneered.
"Oh, Master Wang, hurry up." The doctor urged.
Why are you still bickering here? What doctors compete for is medical skills! What can be achieved by bickering!
Wang Qingchun then led the people in, and the door was slammed shut, locking the woman out.
"For difficult and complicated diseases, please go to Qian Jin Tang! If you want to revive the dead, please go to Qian Jin Tang!"
Before Wang Qingchun could say another sarcastic word, he heard the woman outside shouting loudly.
This stinky woman...how dare you shout like that!
"Who believes it!" He shouted coldly.
Others in the room were also busy conforming.
"Yes, yes, who believes her?"
"I really thought I was a miracle doctor..."
Wang Qingchun felt comfortable and nodded.
"Okay everyone, don't pay attention to that crazy guy, let's take a quick look at Dr. Shen," he said.
Two days later, Qi Yue saw the funeral procession at the door again.
This time it was Dr. Shen.
"Really dead?" She was very surprised.
"Oh Master, you are really right!" Hu San couldn't help shouting.
Zhang Tong kicked him in the back.
"Go away, if you can't speak, don't speak!" he shouted in a low voice.
Hu San also felt that he had said something wrong and ran away with an embarrassed look on his face.
"This is none of your business." Liu Pucheng also came over and said.
Qi Yue came back that day and told him about the incident. She just said that if he didn't let her, he would die. In fact, it was just a casual comment. She really didn't mean to curse her to death...
"Master, people said it was either a perforation of the intestine or diarrhea, and it would be useless even if you disembowel him." Zhang Tong took a few steps over to inquire about it, then came back and said hurriedly.
Qi Yue looked at the two people comforting her and smiled again.
"Yes, I don't blame me. If you do, blame Wang Qingchun. He drove me away," she said.
Liu Pucheng and Zhang Tong laughed and breathed a sigh of relief.
"But diarrhea is due to dehydration. If you replenish body fluids in time, it should be fine." Qi Yue said again, frowning.
Infusion tubes are a problem.
"When infusion was first tried, hollow branches were used." She continued, "Last time I used pumpkin vines in an emergency, but this is indeed very dangerous."
"How about this?" Hu San jumped out of nowhere, holding something in his hand.
Qi Yue's eyes lit up.
This is a tube made of brass, similar in length and size to a drainage tube.
"It was originally intended to be used as a drainage tube for Master." He smiled. "Master, didn't Master use the same thing for infusion and drainage tubes in the past?"
Qi Yue took it and turned it over in his hand.
"Can a needle as thin as mine be made?" she asked.
"Try it." Hu San said.
Qi Yue nodded while gesturing on the copper pipes, how to connect them and how to place them.
"Okay, let's try it." She raised her head and smiled.
No one in the house paid attention to the funeral procession outside.
The streets quickly returned to calm.
But something is still wrong.
"Someone died again?" Qi Yue, who carried the medicine box and continued to look for opportunities to get pathogenic germs on the street, stood by the road and looked at the funeral procession walking down the street.
The filial son who was walking at the front was in mourning and had to be held up by two people before he could barely walk.
"You are so filial. It's so sad to be like this..."
The people on the roadside sighed one after another.
But, are you sad or...sick?
Qi Yue couldn't help but take a step forward, wanting to see clearly.
Under the filial piety, the man looked even paler.
It's sick!
"How did this person die?" she couldn't help but ask the people around her.
"I heard he died of diarrhea..." a passerby said.
Have loose bowels?
Qi Yue frowned.
Is this the peak period for diarrhea?
It seems that we need to disseminate some more knowledge about diarrhea.
As soon as her thoughts crossed her mind, she heard a cry of surprise, and then she saw the dutiful son who was being supported fell to the ground, twitching and vomiting from his mouth.
The funeral procession was forced to stop, and relatives gathered around in horror.
"Rang Rang." Qi Yue raised her hand and shouted, "I am the doctor."
With this sentence, I am a doctor, I asked the crowd to get out of the way.
"It's an acute abdominal symptom again..." Qi Yue quickly checked and untied the clothes of the unconscious patient.
"Hey, what are you doing?" The family members couldn't help but be surprised when they saw this woman undressing a man in the street.
"I am Doctor Qi from Qianjin Hall..." Qi Yue raised his head to let them see him clearly.
Naturally, everyone knows about Qianjintang. When they see it is her, no one will stop her.
"Ms. Qi, my man..." a woman asked worriedly.
"It's not as simple as diarrhea." Qi Yue said, turning to look at the coffin, "Did this person also die of diarrhea?"
"Yes, diarrhea, diarrhea, vomiting blood..." the woman said hurriedly.
Vomiting blood..
Qi Yue had already unbuttoned the man's clothes and was suffering from high fever and abdominal distension...
But there is no history of trauma.
How could such a severe acute abdomen occur?
"Please send the person to Qianjintang. He has symptoms of dehydration. If not treated immediately, he may be in danger." She raised her head and said.
The family members looked panicked.
"Okay." Everyone finally said, and the coffin bearers didn't care and came directly to carry the man.
Qi Yue followed, but after taking only two steps, he realized that the direction was wrong.
"Hey, our Qianjin Hall is going this way." She shouted hurriedly.
"Ms. Qi, our family also owns a pharmacy, so we'd better go back to our own pharmacy," said the woman who was following.
"Hey, hey, can you do that?" Qi Yue said.
The people who asked this question didn't know how to answer, so they simply stopped answering and hurried away with the person in their arms.
"Hey, pay attention to the replenishing fluids." Qi Yue shouted from behind.
Those people didn't know whether they heard or not and hurried away.
Qi Yue stood there with a look of helplessness on her face, looking down at her gloves, which were stained with the man's vomit and feces.
"Hi, good stuff." She said, grinned, carefully took off her gloves, put them into the small porcelain jar she carried with her, and happily ran out of the city.
The man's hand dropped weakly.
Suddenly there was a loud cry in the room.
Wang Qingchun walked in and saw everyone looking very unhappy.
"Another one died?" he asked.
"Yes, Mr. Wang, this is already the third time in the past few days." A doctor said with a worried look, "And it's all diarrhea."
Wang Qingchun stretched out his hand to twist his beard.
"How could it be such a coincidence?" he murmured.
"Sir, come to think of it..." a doctor couldn't help but say, reaching out and pressing his abdomen, "Speaking of which, since eating at Qingfeng Tower that day, I haven't been feeling well..."
He said this.
"Oh, yes, let's talk about it this way..." Wang Qingchun suddenly realized, pointing at him and looking inside the house. There was also a mourning hall in memory of his father, and now he was about to decorate his son's mourning hall. "Oh, by the way, that day,
You and we all had dinner at Qingfeng Building that day."
The doctor nodded, feeling increasingly uncomfortable in his stomach.
Wang Qingchun lowered his face and snorted heavily.
"Needless to say, there must be something wrong with the food in Qingfenglou!" He said, turned around and left, "How bold, I'll go find them!"
Everyone nodded and followed him out. In the yard, an old woman was crying and scolding another woman.
"...You are a murderer... Why didn't you listen to Mrs. Qi's request to send this person away? Your father had himself cured himself to death, and yet you took Brother Dou to your own medicine shop! What kind of peace of mind do you have?
ah!"
The woman just cried and didn't dare to say anything back.
Madam Qi? Wang Qingchun frowned.
Why is this woman so haunted?
"Ms. Qi said that she is right to bring back the dead and treat incurable diseases. You people who want to kill her a thousand times don't listen! If I had sent him there earlier, how could my son have died?" The old woman said, the pain became more and more painful as she stroked her chest.
Crying loudly, "My son, you were killed by your mother-in-law!"
How ridiculous!
Wang Qingchun couldn't listen any more and walked out, throwing up his sleeves.
"Then Mrs. Qi treated the man on the street and said it was very serious, so she asked him to be sent there..."
"Can she be cured by sending her there?"
"You have forgotten what Mrs. Qi said that day. If you don't let her see it, you will be dead...Isn't Doctor Shen dead?"
The people behind him were talking in low voices.
Wang Qingchun sneered when he heard this.
"What? Do you believe what she said?" he asked.
Everyone stopped talking and laughing.
"Don't believe it, don't believe it."
"How can you believe it? If she is not allowed to see people, she will die. Then what has become of her? Lord of Hell?"
Everyone laughed.
Wang Qingchun turned around with satisfaction and continued moving forward.
And behind these people, one of them smiled a little reluctantly.
"Doctor Zhu?" Someone patted him and shouted, "What's wrong?"
Dr. Zhu came to his senses, said it was okay, and followed everyone away.
It was dark at night, and the man on the bed lay on the edge of the bed again, vomiting against the bucket next to the bed.
A woman and two girls were walking around anxiously.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?" she asked.
The man vomited for a while and lay back exhausted, his face pale. It was the Dr. Zhu from the daytime.
"I...I..." He gasped and stretched out his hand to hold his stomach. As he pressed, his face looked painful.
It hurts... it hurts...
He raised his head and touched his chest, his heart almost beating out of his chest.
"Oh, daddy, you're so hot..." the woman reached out and touched his forehead and shouted in surprise.
The man opened her hand as if frightened.
"Don't touch me... stay away from me..." he shouted tremblingly.
The woman was startled and suddenly looked aggrieved.
"You, you think about that little hoof, you won't even let me touch you!" She stamped her feet and shouted, crying loudly.
The man was irritated, and he kept repeating the three coffins in front of his eyes...
"No, I might have contracted the plague..." he said.
The woman was startled.
"What?" she said tremblingly, turning around and walking out, "I'll go ask the doctor..."
"Don't go!" the man shouted to her, and when she reached out her hand, she vomited again.
The people in the room were in panic, but this time no one dared to come forward, they just stood aside and cried.
If you don't let me see it, you will die!
The man almost fainted from vomiting, but the woman's description appeared in front of his eyes.
Do you believe it or not?
Wang Qingchun's sneer sounded in his ears.
He only felt abdominal pain like cramping, two popping sounds, and he could tell without looking that he had diarrhea like water.
"I believe it, I believe it!" The man stretched out his hand and shouted hoarsely, "Quickly, send me to Qianjin Hall!" *** (To be continued)
