Those years when I cooked big pot rice in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 63 Fever

Ah Ning was still asleep after taking the medicine.

Jing Zhao then distributed the prepared decoction to other people, so that if they got an epidemic, they could be cured early, and if they were not sick, it could also be used as a preventive measure.

Jing Zhao and A Fu also drank a bowl each.

Even so, at night, several people still had symptoms of vomiting.

Accompanied by vomiting, there is also a severe cough.

This symptom is exactly the same as that of the original owner.

"Mr. Gu is not well, and several people have symptoms of severe vomiting."

An Zhiping rushed in anxiously, his face was not good-looking, and he kept coughing.

Gu Jingzhao's face changed slightly.

Walking into the room, a pungent smell came.

The sick people were all gathered in one room, their faces were pale, and the corners of their mouths were purple.

Gu Jingzhao used the simple mask he made for Qing before, and made one for himself, and then soaked it in the concoction made by Ah Fu before entering the room.

"Mr. Gu, my chest is so stuffy, I'm going to die! Cough, cough, Mr. Gu, am I going to die..."

"Cough cough cough..."

A mouthful of blood spit out.

Jing Zhao hurriedly took a handkerchief to wipe his mouth.

The people next to them also held their chests and coughed vigorously, vomiting out big mouthfuls of blood.

Jing Zhao couldn't be too busy at all, and the situation around him made him a little flustered.

How... how could this be.

Haven't everyone already taken the medicine prepared by Ah Fu?
"Little boss."

Ah Fu's weak voice came from behind.

He beckoned Jing Zhao to go out.To the vacated room next door.

Ah Fu checked Jing Zhao's pulse, "It's amazing, you're not infected."

"Cough cough."

As Ah Fu spoke, he also coughed twice.

Jing Zhao's eyebrows twitched, "Ah Fu, don't you also..."

Ah Fu nodded, "It's hard for a doctor to heal himself, ha ha." He laughed a bit self-deprecatingly.

Jing Zhao felt chills, there is no cure for this disease.

Ah Fu smiled reluctantly, coughed and waved his hands, "You don't have to worry too much, little boss, can I still let myself die?"

Jing Zhao could only take these words as comfort.

He sighed, "I don't know when I will get sick."

As soon as he finished speaking, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind.

The original owner had been infected with the disease before, and he probably had antibodies in his body, so he was safe and sound until now.

He told Ah Fu about his thoughts, Ah Fu was in a cloud of confusion, and he couldn't understand what the "antibody" in Jing Zhao's mouth was.

But he also nodded and said, "Anyway, you are a survivor among us."

"Little boss, I want you to do me a favor."

Jing Zhao said bluntly, "Just say what you want, as long as I can do it."

A Fu said: "Help me record everyone's symptoms, such as how many times they cough, how many times they vomit blood, how long is the interval between each vomit of blood, etc. All symptoms must be recorded."

Jing Zhao nodded in response, "Don't worry, I will definitely do it."

Ah Fu coughed twice, "You go out first, I have to think about it again, what's wrong with this recipe."

Jing Zhao exited the door.

After he went to see everyone, he gave everyone some Chuanbei wolfberry and pear soup that nourished the lungs.

Finally arrived at Aning's room.

He fed the soup to Aning in small sips, but he could only drink a small amount of the soup, no matter how he fed it, it was difficult to feed it.

Jing Zhao put down the spoon and sighed, "Little Aning, you can drink a little bit, it's good for your illness."

The strange thing is that after he finished speaking, Ah Ning seemed to frown slightly.

Jing Zhao fed him soup again, and he was able to drink some of it.

Aning's symptoms were different from those of others. He didn't cough or vomit blood, but just fell asleep.

As soon as the evening was near nightfall, the fever started, and the fever did not subside until noon the next day.

Jing Zhao was very busy.

Everyone else is sick, so he can only take care of Aning himself.

But the well water cannot be used to cool down, because there is a problem with the water in the well.

Jing Zhao thought for a long time, and had no choice but to turn to the system for help.

But the system has everything, but no ice cubes!
Jing Zhao rummaged through all the ingredients, but couldn't find any ice cubes. He instantly felt numb all over.

This is a bug!Huge bug!

When his system girl comes back from her honeymoon, he must tell her in a righteous manner how important ice is for a cook!

Moreover, this Great Qin Dynasty!

The system does not give ice cubes, should he make ice himself?
Jing Zhao really had no choice but to take off all of Ah Ning's clothes.

But the temperature still couldn't drop, it just got better a little bit, but after a while, the temperature rose again.

Jing Zhao has no experience in this kind of thing.

He ran to knock on Ah Fu's door again.

After listening to Jing Zhao's description, Ah Fu handed out a piece of bamboo from the room.

He coughed and said, "Mr. Ning's symptoms are different from ours, but I can't see him in person right now."

"But regardless of any medicine, it remains the same. It should help him cool down first."

"You first cook the medicine for him according to this prescription and drink it."

Jing Zhao answered hurriedly, thinking of something else, and asked, "What if the temperature cannot be lowered after drinking the medicine?"

There was a moment of contemplation in the room.

Ah Fu said: "You use your own body temperature to cool him down."

"what?"

Jing Zhao was puzzled.

Ah Fu repeated it again, and said, "Little boss, what I said is very clear, I believe you understand."

Jing Zhao was silent for a while.

I have never eaten pork, and I have seen pigs run.

If he understood correctly, Ah Fu meant to let him take off his clothes too, and use his own body temperature to cool Ah Ning down.

This method is feasible, the human body itself is a huge constant temperature body.

Jing Zhao gritted his teeth, and could only regard this method as a backhand.

He exchanged the antipyretic medicine from the system, boiled the medicine and gave it to Ah Ning.

The water they are using now is the rainwater he collected a while ago.

The well water was polluted, and Jing Zhao didn't dare to use the river water in Anxi.

The rootless water collected by Dimension is relatively safe.

But the water stored is not much, it can only be used for their daily cooking and drinking.

Jing Zhao nervously used one drop of water as two drops.

He is used to feeding a candied date and a mouthful of bitter medicine.

A sip of honey, a sip of medicine, and finally fed Ah Ning to finish the bowl of medicine.

Ah Fu's medicine is still effective, and the fever subsides immediately.

Jing Zhao is worried and sleeps with Ah Ning.

At night, I got up again and again to check the temperature of his forehead.

It was confirmed that Aning did not have repeated fever, and it was already dawn.

Jing Zhao couldn't sleep peacefully after spinning around for several days. It was very dawn, and finally couldn't hold on anymore, and fell into a deep sleep.

He didn't sleep for a while, and the moment he suddenly woke up from his dream, he felt that the people around him were scalded into a furnace!
(End of this chapter)