When Xiao Ci and the imperial doctor came to Bishui Villa, Xiao Yuan was rolling around in pain. He dragged Lao He and said, "You might as well kill me with one knife. I can't bear it anymore."
Even though Lao He was very neat in what he did and usually ignored what he said, he really couldn't do anything about this. Seeing that Xiao Yuan was really in pain, he simply slapped him down and knocked him unconscious.
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It was already October, and the sky was a bit cold. The imperial doctor followed Xiao Ci to the small courtyard of Bishui Villa, and he was covered in sweat when he came out.
The plague has been out for so long, and he has been with his colleagues at the Imperial Hospital every day. If there was a way, he would have been cured long ago. Even though he was assigned to Bishui Villa this time, he was just going through the motions to express his feelings.
The two of them changed into thick protective clothing outside the hospital and then entered the courtyard. Lao He hurriedly came forward: "Boss, I have something to tell you..."
Xiao Ci glanced at Lao He, talked to the imperial doctor again, and then walked to the side.
Lao He didn't dare to get too close to Xiao Ci. After being separated by three or four feet, his face darkened and he took out the cut sachet: "That brat saw the little yamen next door yesterday.
I committed suicide. I couldn't bear my head at night and was afraid of the pain, so I ate this stuff. I was rolling around in pain all morning and vomited several pools of blood."
The person who went to report the news only said that Xiao Yuan attempted suicide, but did not say the reason.
When Xiao Ci saw the sachet, he frowned, paused, and said, "I understand."
He didn't say much, and just asked the doctor to follow him into the house.
Xiao Yuan had been knocked unconscious and moved to bed, and the room had been tidied up briefly, but there was still an unpleasant smell.
As soon as the imperial doctor entered, he couldn't help but frown and asked a few questions. Lao He didn't follow him, so Xiao Ci answered them in detail.
The imperial doctor heard that he had swallowed the spices in the sachet, but he didn't take it seriously at the moment. He took a pulse diagnosis and felt Xiao Yuan's pulse carefully. At first, he didn't take it seriously, but then he frowned more and more.
tight.
He said to himself: "That's weird."
It’s not strange at all, I just changed my hand and felt for my pulse again.
I always feel like something is not quite right, but I can't put my finger on what exactly is wrong.
After thinking about it, he took out the silver needle from the medicine box and pricked several acupuncture points on Xiao Yuan's body.
Xiao Ci was used to Song Qinghuan injecting acupuncture randomly, so he didn't ask the imperial doctor what the use was, and just watched quietly.
The imperial doctor treated Xiao Yuan as a living person and treated him as a dead person. He injected seventeen or eighty needles in succession, and then he noticed that Xiao Yuan had a small bulge on his stomach, running straight from his stomach to his chest, and running very fast.
Xiao Ci looked serious and asked, "What is this?"
The imperial doctor didn't know what it was, and before he could figure it out, Xiao Yuan shouted: "It hurts me to death."
He suddenly sat up in shock, spitting out blood from one side of his body. A small black thing moved in the sticky blood, and then jumped on the imperial doctor.
The imperial doctor had been practicing medicine for many years, but this was the first time he saw such a situation. He was so frightened that he died. He stood up and jumped up, shaking the black thing off his body.
The thing ran out of the door at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. Xiao Ci's expression changed and he turned around to chase after it.
As soon as they reached the door, that thing was stepped on by Lao He who happened to come in from outside.
There was only a "pop" sound, and a lot of blood was stained on the edge of the shoe. Only then did Lao He react. He quickly jumped away and said disgustedly: "What the hell."
The trampled thing lost any vitality. Xiao Ci leaned over and took a look, but he couldn't recognize it as an insect.
When Lao He saw the thing, he quickly took off his shoes and was about to hit it again, but Xiao Ci stopped him.
"Don't move, this thing may be the source of the plague."
He remembered that Song Qinghuan had said that the plague might not be a plague. At that time, he also thought about this issue carefully and thought that it might be a poison.
However, he mentioned this matter to several experienced doctors from Tai Hospital. They also studied it in detail, but they denied this statement.
If it is poison, such a large number of poisonings can only be caused by problems with the water source. But if it is the water source, why do some people get poisoned, but others are fine?
As soon as the theory of poisoning was denied, the source of the plague became a mystery again, but he didn't expect that such a thing would be vomited in Xiao Yuan's stomach today.
The imperial doctor screamed for a long time before he could recover from the pain. On the contrary, Xiao Yuan, who had been in unbearable pain just now, became more energetic now.
He smiled disdainfully at the doctor and said, "It's just a bug. What's there to be afraid of?"
When Xiao Ci heard this, he turned to look at Xiao Yuan and asked, "What do you think?"
Xiao Yuan stopped crying and shouted about dying now. He touched his neck and said truthfully: "My body doesn't hurt and I don't feel itchy anymore. It's just that my throat hurts a little."
Nonsense, I vomited blood a few times, will my throat not hurt?
Xiao Ci responded, and asked Lao He to find a small porcelain jar, use chopsticks to put the black bugs into the jar, and seal it.
After thinking for a while, he took Xiao Yuan with him, and together they left the Bishui Villa and went to the Imperial Hospital where the imperial doctors were stationed.
Taiyuan Hospital is stationed not far from the isolation area in the west of the city. The main purpose is to develop new medicines and let patients in the isolation area try them out to see how effective they are.
It's a pity that it has been stationed for more than 20 days and there is still no obvious effect.
When Xiao Ci brought Xiao Yuan into the isolation area at full speed, the little doctors saw that Xiao Yuan's face was covered in rashes and oozed with blood, and they couldn't help but feel sick.
Someone even said directly: "My lord, how could you bring the patient here? If all our colleagues are infected with the plague, there will be no way to save the plague."
Xiao Ci glanced sideways at the man and saw that he was a young man. He sneered and said, "This plague has been going on for so long, but you haven't saved anyone."
He just talked about the little doctor until his face turned green and red, and he couldn't finish a word.
Xiao Ci ignored him and took Xiao Yuan directly to the two doctors Chen and Wang who were mainly responsible for the plague.
He put the porcelain bottle in front of the two of them and asked, "Let's see if you recognize this thing."
As soon as the porcelain jar was opened, there was a trampled black insect. Although it was crushed flat, its general appearance could still be seen.
Doctor Chen squinted once, shook his head, and asked, "What is this?"
He raised his head again and glanced at Xiao Yuan, who had not even finished pulling out the silver needles from his body, and asked doubtfully: "What does the prince say when he brings this little brother here with this black insect?"
Xiao Ci didn't want to go around in circles with the two of them, and said directly: "This insect was vomited out of his body. I would like the two imperial doctors to take his pulse again and see what's going on."
Doctor Chen and Doctor Wang looked at each other and then at the black insect. They understood what Xiao Ci meant, but they didn't quite believe it.
I feel like I'm just an insect, and ***'s ability can wear people to death.
However, Doctor Wang still rolled up his sleeves and said, "Okay, I'm here to take a look.
