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Chapter 138 Prescription
Pale red tongue with thin fur...

Coupled with Fubao's various performances at this time, this is undoubtedly an epidemic.

"Brother Qi, brother Qi, why are you in a daze, quickly prescribe medicine for your sister-in-law." Seeing Brother Qi's expression froze, Zhang Wang couldn't help urging.

Although Brother Qi thought that my sister-in-law might catch the epidemic, but when it really happened, he still panicked.

Yesterday I was able to check and write the prescription quietly because the patient was someone else.

Now he was a little flustered and distraught.

"Sister-in-law, don't be in a hurry to see a doctor, you have to let Brother Qi think about the prescription." Fu Bao whispered.

The tone is weak.

Those ruddy little lips in the past are now not only pale and colorless, but also have the feeling of being split.

"Sister-in-law, drink more water for sister-in-law. People with fever are most afraid of lack of water. Put some salt in the water to prevent dehydration." Brother Qi explained.

After finishing speaking, he lit the kerosene lamp and leaned over the table to read medical books.

Mrs. Zhang Wang hurriedly lit the fire. Yesterday, she moved a small stove at the door of the room, which is convenient for boiling and warming water.

The water boiled after a while, let Fubao drink it in small sips.

"Sister-in-law, I'm so sleepy, I'll sleep for a while. Cover me with more quilts, it's a bit cold." Fu Bao felt that his eyelids were so heavy that his consciousness could no longer control his body.

Although she was still full of energy, her body couldn't bear it.

Closing his eyes, Fu Bao's consciousness could not calm down, so he simply entered the electronic reading room.

She turned her eyes to the computer and thought for a moment. How could she have forgotten that this computer contains the electronic versions of all the books in the reading room, and she can directly search for keywords instead of flipping through them one by one.

Enter the word "epidemic" in the search box, and you will see related explanations and some plans.

But most of them talked about clearing away the plague and detoxification. There were a few simple prescriptions, and she didn't know which one would work, so she stuffed the relevant books directly into her bosom.

After waking up, he pretended to take it out of the box.

Fu Bao decided to look through it first.

It is written that there are many types of epidemics, such as virus types, seasonal types, and outbreak types, and the symptoms are all targeted.

Although the main medicines are similar, the compatible adjuvant medicines are different.

It seems that this disease is quite troublesome.

Hey, in the 22nd century, a blood test would solve the problem, but now, we can only drink herbs.

Let's study medicine. In the past, people were fishing for three days and drying the net for two days. In this dynasty, the average life expectancy is so short.

Deaths at the age of 40 abound.

It's hard to live a new life, even if you don't live to 88, you still need to live to sixty or seventy.

With this in mind, Fubao decided to start treating the disease at this time.

Fortunately, she had memorized almost all the properties of herbs.

It's just a lack of hands-on experience.

Afterwards, if you become proficient in acupoints and acupuncture, you should be able to see a common disease.

Thinking of this, I buried myself in my studies.

at this time.

Brother Qi and Mrs. Zhang Wang who were awake were in a panic.

Brother Qi flipped through the medical books, adjusting various medicines back and forth.

On the side, Mrs. Zhang Wang was holding a small spoon and feeding Fu Bao some warm water from time to time.

Then he took a wet towel and kept wiping Fu Bao's face, hands, and feet.

"Sister-in-law, don't wipe it anymore. Now Fubao is crying cold, which means that her body temperature is about to rise. I will wipe it when she is a little hot." Qi Geer said.

Zhang Wang quickly stopped what she was doing.

"This is a prescription for lowering the temperature." Brother Qi first wrote a prescription to lower the body temperature first,
Zhang Wang took the prescription, pushed the door out, and was about to call Zhang Xiaowu to grab the medicine, when he saw a figure standing in the corner.

"Big Cousin, is something wrong? I saw you guys started a fire." Wen Heng's voice came from the shadow by the wall.

"Fubao has a fever, this is a prescription for cooling down."

After Zhang Wang finished speaking, he crumpled the house and threw it into the courtyard, then closed the door and went back to the house, while Wen Heng hurried over.

Against the background of the moonlight, those bright and dark eyes shone with thin crystals.

He picked up the ball of paper on the ground, wiped the corners of his eyes, and quickly went to the medicine shelf in Brother Qi's room to grab the medicine. After grabbing it, he stood in the yard and threw the medicine at the door of the room.

"Big Cousin, the medicine is ready." After Wen Heng finished speaking, he stood far away again, his nose sore.

Zhang Wang hurriedly opened the door, grabbed the medicine, and started to decoct it.

Wen Heng just stood there silently.

The hands hanging by the sides clenched into fists.

After Mrs. Zhang made the medicine, she entered the house, woke up Fubao, fed her and went out, and saw that the shadow under the corner was still there.

"Brother Heng, go to bed quickly." Zhang Wang urged.

"Big Cousin, has Fu Bao woke up? How is she doing now?" Wen Heng asked in a low voice, with a strong nasal sound in his voice.

He wanted to ask just now, but the most urgent thing is to let Fu Bao drink the medicine first, so he kept holding back and didn't ask.

"Just took the medicine and fell asleep again, you should go back quickly." Zhang Wang's voice was very pity, Wen Heng really valued love and righteousness.

Brother Heng found out when she turned on the fire and boiled water, and rushed over immediately. He must have been up all night.

"Is it a common fever?" Wen Heng opened his mouth with difficulty, his lips and tongue were very bitter, hoping it wasn't what he thought.

"Brother Qi, Brother Qi said it's the epidemic." As soon as he said this, Zhang Wang's mood was pulled down again in an instant, and tears fell down again disobediently.

"Give me the prescription for curing the epidemic, and I'll go get it." Wen Heng said in a hurry.

"Brother Qi is writing, I guess..."

"Brother Heng, I finished writing it." Brother Qi ran out with the written prescription.

It was really difficult for him to write this prescription. Fubao is too small, and the dosage of various medicinal materials must be considered carefully. If it is too much, it may hurt the root, and if it is too small, it will be useless.

After Wen Heng took the medicine, he stood aside again, as if he didn't want to see Fu Bao get better, and didn't leave.

Zhang Wang's persuasion was useless, so she stopped persuading him and just asked him to wear more clothes.

At dawn, Fu Bao drank the medicine, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

After dawn, Zhang Xiaowu came to see if there was any order, and only then found Wen Heng who was sleeping in the corner.

Glancing at the door of the utility room, my heart skipped a beat.

"Brother Heng, Brother Heng, what's the situation?" Zhang Xiaowu woke Wen Heng up and asked anxiously.

Wen Heng woke up, his eyes were red, and he narrated what happened last night.

Zhang Xiaowu burst into tears after listening to it.

"Is Xiaowu's meal ready?" Mrs. Zhang asked when she pushed the door open and saw Zhang Xiaowu and Wen Heng talking.

"Okay, okay, it's all in the food box, sister-in-law, how is Fubao?"

"I don't have a fever now, but my whole body is sore, weak, my throat hurts, and my voice is hoarse." Mrs. Zhang was not as flustered as yesterday.

No more fever, that's a good thing.

It's just that I don't know if it's because of the antipyretic medicine, or if the medicine to treat the epidemic has worked.

(End of this chapter)