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Chapter 551 Typhoid Fever Can Kill People

"That's right." Luo Qianhuai nodded in agreement and used his sleeve to wipe the sweat beads on Mr. Mo's forehead.

Someone handed over a handkerchief. When Luo Qianhuai looked up, he saw a handsome young man wearing a fine linen robe commonly worn by small merchants, with an iron sword hanging from his waist and a shy smile.

She thanked him, wiped the sweat off her face with the handkerchief, and seeing that the time was almost up, she put away her needles one by one.

Without medicine, acupuncture was mainly used to promote blood circulation and unblock the meridians, and it also had the effect of dispelling cold and warming yang, and helping the ginger soup to work quickly. So when the needles were put away, Master Mo woke up, and his complexion looked more lively than before.

Yan Sou and the others saw it clearly, and a smile appeared on their lips:
"The young lady's medical skills are quite good. I wonder if she has any experience with the cold disease?"

Luo Qianhuai put away the needle and looked up, "But is there anyone suffering from a cold? Father-in-law saved my husband and me, and we should do our best. Please send someone to move my husband to the fire, and I will go with you to see the patient."

Old Man Yan agreed with a smile, and someone came forward to help Master Mo, but he refused.

"Madam, go ahead. Don't worry about me." He forced himself to stand up, staggered to the side of the campfire, found a relatively clean stone and sat down.

At this time, everyone in the caravan had already gotten up, packed up their things, boiled water and cooked.

Although Master Mo was very close to them, he seemed to be from two different worlds, both in temperament and posture.

Luo Qianhuai withdrew his gaze and laughed at himself in his heart. Perhaps he was too biased to have such an illusion.

She followed Mr. Yan to a carriage and knocked gently on the window. The curtain was rolled up, revealing a very haggard, unwashed face.

"How is Qian'er?" asked Mr. Yan with concern.

"Not very well." The young woman's eyes were red, obviously she had just cried, her hair was scattered on her shoulders, "He has been feverish since the second half of the night, and he has started to talk nonsense. Uncle, my husband hasn't eaten or drunk anything for two days. If we can't find a doctor, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for long. Please, for the sake of him being your nephew, let the caravan take a detour and go to Lingcheng to see a doctor."

Old Man Yan showed a difficult expression on his face: "Although Lingcheng is only a few dozen miles downstream, it can be reached in half a day by boat, but if we go by land, we have to cross the Black Bull Ridge in front. Not only is the mountain road steep, but we also have to be wary of strong men. It will take two or three more days to go around."

As he spoke, he sighed deeply, "It's not that I don't feel sorry for Qian'er, but the truth is that this caravan is not owned by me alone. It's just that everyone thinks I'm the boss, so they all elected me to be the boss. If I make such a request, I'm afraid no one will agree."

Seeing that young woman's face became even more sad, her tears fell silently like beads, which made people feel very pitiful.

Luo Qianhuai climbed up without saying a word, holding on to the shaft of the carriage, lifted the curtain and entered the carriage.

The young woman showed a look of surprise, and turned to look at her uncle, and saw that Mr. Yan nodded at her: "She is the doctor, you can ask her to take a look at Qian'er first, maybe she can cure it."

The woman frowned tightly when she saw Luo Qianhuai's messy long hair still hanging with waterweed, and her wet and dirty dress that dripped with water with every step she took.

"Is this the person we just rescued from the water?" She had just heard the noise outside the camp and had a rough guess of what was going on, but because of her husband's illness, she was in no mood to pay attention to anything else.

"That's right." Old Man Yan said, "What a coincidence, this lady is good at acupuncture. Even if there are no herbs at the moment, she should be able to relieve Qian'er's symptoms. When we enter Cangzhou in five or six days, we can go to see a doctor."

"Five or six days" The young woman's tears fell again: "I wonder if my husband can hold on until then."

The two of them were chattering inside and outside the window, but Luo Qianhuai had already checked the pulse of the young man who was lying in the car with a high fever and unconscious.

He turned it to one side, then to the other, and lifted up his eyelids to take a look. Finally, he pinched open his mouth and checked his tongue coating. He already had a plan in mind.

"Did you feed the patient ginger soup during the days of fever?" she asked.

"I fed him." The woman wiped her tears and said, "I boiled a bowl of thick soup. He was able to drink it the day before yesterday, but he can't drink a single sip these past two days."

Luo Qianhuai nodded and asked, "Before the onset of the disease, were you angry?"

"My husband had just left Xianyang Plain four days ago. He had been exposed to a cold wind all night, and he started to have a fever when he got up early in the morning. I thought it was no big deal and that drinking some ginger soup would be enough, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this. If I had known this, I would have dragged him back to Yangling that day. At least there would be a doctor there, so he wouldn't lose his life on the road."

She talked for a long time but didn't get to the point, so Luo Qianhuai had to interrupt her: "Do you know why your husband was exposed to the cold wind all night?"

The young woman glanced at Mr. Yan. The latter explained with his hands in his sleeves:
"That day, my nephew ordered a truckload of goods from someone without telling me, but ended up losing both the money and the goods. I was upset and said a few more words to him. Although he was married, it was his first time to go out on a business trip, so he was inexperienced. I wanted him to learn a lesson, but I didn't expect him to keep it to himself - could it be that the cause of this cold was actually here?"

"That's right." Luo Qianhuai heard what he wanted to hear and knew how to treat the patient.

"Please ask my father-in-law to call two people to carry the patient out of the car. Also ask someone to fetch a bucket of water and bring it over." She ordered calmly.

The young woman was a little unhappy: "It's cold this morning, and my husband already has a fever. If we get off the car, I'm afraid he'll be exposed to the wind and his condition will get worse."

"If you do as I say, there is still a 50% chance that the patient can recover. If you refuse to listen, then I'm sorry I can't do anything." She turned to look at Mr. Yan:

"Your nephew's condition is already critical. Even if he can go to the city to seek medical treatment today, he may not survive until tomorrow morning. Although I am willing to take the risk, since the family members are unwilling, I cannot force them. I can only repay my father-in-law for saving me tomorrow."

She knew the patient's family's mentality very well, so she just said a few words without further persuasion and walked away.

Before she walked out of the camp surrounded by carriages, she was stopped by Yan Sou who had caught up with her.

"My lady, please go slowly." He said, "I have ordered people to do as you said just now. My brother and his wife have entrusted their only son to me for care. If anything goes wrong, I will not be able to explain to them when I return."

Luo Qianhuai stopped and turned around to look at him, his dark eyes calm and still: "Let me be frank, I'm not a god, I can't be sure of saving him. You and your niece-in-law should think about it carefully before making a decision."