Fleeing from famine and farming: I made a fortune by relying on medical skills

"Returning to the magistrate, Feng Zhizhou's thigh wound is too big, and he didn't clean up and treat it in time, and the weather is too hot now, so the wound has already festered.

I have thought of many ways, no matter whether it is drinking medicine or performing acupuncture, none of them can prevent Feng Zhizhou's wound from festering, not to mention, the wound is still spreading.

Moreover, during this period of time, Feng Zhizhou often had a high fever.

If Feng Zhizhou hadn't practiced martial arts for many years, he would have been unbearable if he was an ordinary person. "The doctor who took care of Feng Zhizhou said with a heavy face.

As for Mrs. Feng, knowing that her husband might not be able to make it through, she wept softly beside her.

"Then is there any other way to save Feng Zhizhou?" Li Zhifu asked with a serious face when he heard the words.

"My lord, I have done my best.

Even if my lord changes to other doctors to come to treat Feng Zhizhou, I'm afraid there will be no way to recover.

After all, Feng Zhizhou's injured wound was too big, and now it has spread. The wound has already rotted and filled with pus. It is no longer medicine that can stop the wound from rotting, and the weather is too hot. On the Zhizhou side, please ask the prefect to make another plan. "The doctor said helplessly.

"Then how long does Brother Feng have?" Li Zhifu asked.

"It's hard to say." The doctor shook his head and said.

"Brother Li Li, you are here." At this moment, a weak voice came.

When Li Zhifu saw Feng Zhizhou awake, seeing his dim eyes and a smile on his thin face, Li Zhifu felt very uncomfortable, his eyes turned red, and he stepped forward to sit on the bed, holding Feng Zhizhou's dry wood Hand said: "Come and see my brother, how is your body now?"

"I, I know, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it through.

I just worry about the refugees in Fucheng. How is the situation in Fucheng now? After Feng Zhizhou said these words, he was out of breath, and his face turned even paler.

"Brother Feng, don't worry, doctors, medicinal materials and various supplies from all over the world have arrived a few days ago, and the refugees have been treated and fed. Now I am going to start building our Yunfu City.

Brother Feng, you need to get better quickly, and Yunfu City will rely on your help to rebuild it. " Seeing Feng Zhizhou's current appearance, Li Zhifu was still worried about the refugees in Fucheng. He didn't know what to say about him. Tears flowed out all of a sudden, and he comforted him.

"That's good, that's good." Feng Zhizhou fell into a deep sleep after hearing Li Zhifu say that everything in Fucheng was fine.

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"Father, what's wrong with you today? You don't look good. Is your body uncomfortable? If you don't feel well, you should see a doctor immediately." When Dai Li was helping his father with official duties, he saw his father's expression was uneasy. It looks good. I thought his father was unwell, so Dai Li asked worriedly.

"I'm in good health, but you, Uncle Feng, probably won't last long." Li Zhifu sighed helplessly when he thought of Feng Zhizhou.

"What? Wasn't it fine before? How could it be so sudden?" Dai Li said in shock when he heard the words.

He also knew before that when Uncle Feng rescued refugees buried in the ruins, he was accidentally pierced by a wooden stick at the base of his thigh. The doctor had already cleaned the wound and treated it. Oh my god, it's just that people can't stand it anymore, how can this not shock Dai Li.

"The doctor said that Uncle Feng's wound was too big before, and the weather was too hot. The high fever caused the wound to become red, swollen and filled with pus. Now the wound has rotted a lot.

Now it has spread, and the doctor said that it is no longer medicine that can stop the wound from rotting.

If other doctors come to treat you, Uncle Feng, I'm afraid they will be powerless.

When I went to see your Uncle Feng today, he looked haggard, thin as a stick, and looked exhausted. I couldn't stand it for a few days. "Li Zhifu thought that his former colleagues were about to pass away, and his mood was very complicated.

"Father, didn't you ask other doctors to show Uncle Feng a look? Could it be that what the doctor who is taking care of Uncle Feng now is all about?

Maybe other doctors have other means or secret recipes handed down from their ancestors to save Uncle Feng.

For example: Dr. Huang, she has such superb medical skills at a young age. In the plague yesterday, it was Doctor Huang who found the cause of the plague in a very short time and prescribed a prescription to treat it. up.

Not only are refugees not killed by infectious diseases, but losses are also minimized.

Maybe we can invite Dr. Huang to show Uncle Feng, maybe she might have a way to treat Uncle Feng.

As long as people have a breath now, we cannot give up the opportunity to treat Uncle Feng. "Li Dai's mind turned sharply. He didn't know what was wrong. He thought of Huang Zisu and thought that Huang Zisu could cure Uncle Feng.

Over the past few days, Huang Zisu's medical skills have refreshed his cognition again and again. He thought he overestimated her, but unexpectedly he underestimated her.

Dai Li had an intuition in his heart that perhaps other doctors could not do anything about the wound on Uncle Feng's thigh, but it did not mean that Dr. Huang was incapable of treating it.

Perhaps Uncle Feng's chance of life or death rests with Dr. Huang.

"Yes, as long as people have breath, we can't give up treatment. I'll ask Dr. Huang to treat Feng Zhizhou." Li Dai's words gave Li Zhifu a glimmer of hope.

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"Why are you father and son here again? Could it be that there is something wrong with the refugees?" Huang Zisu was planning to take a nap after lunch, because she basically didn't sleep all night last night, and only made up for the whole morning, Huang Zisu Still feeling sleepy, she planned to sleep again, but unexpectedly, the Li family father and son came to her door.

"Yesterday, Dr. Huang worked hard. There is Dr. Huang in the refugee place. You found out the cause and prescribed the right medicine. The malaria infected by those refugees has been controlled.

The refugees with milder symptoms have recovered, and I have managed these refugees according to what Dr. Huang said before.

Separate the sick from those who are not, and manage infectious diseases separately.

Today, our father and son came here because we wanted to find Dr. Huang and see another person, so please trouble Dr. Huang. Dai Li said embarrassedly when he saw the tired look on Huang Zisu's eyebrows.

Yesterday, in order to study the infectious diseases contracted by refugees, they didn't sleep all night. They had just rested all morning, and in the afternoon they rushed to see a doctor. She was a girl of twelve or thirteen years old, and Dai Li felt that she was Not too cruel.

"Master Li, if you are an ordinary patient, can you let me go instead of my family Susu?" Huang Qin felt sorry for his family Susu who stayed up all night yesterday, and now he was afraid that he hadn't calmed down yet, so he hurriedly asked Li Dai father and son said.