I was a god in the 18th century

Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to looking, smelling, asking and feeling, but because the room was dim, Xia Qingdai did not "look", but felt the pulse for a while first.

There were three very fresh scars on the old woman's arm. It seemed that the previous doctor had performed bloodletting treatments on her several times. No wonder her Qi and blood were so weak.

After the housekeeper Lim brought the two large oil lamps into the room, Xia Qingdai said: "Place the two oil lamps on the bedside here."

"Okay, cousin."

Lim's attitude towards Xia Qingdai was completely different from his attitude towards his former employer's wife. This caused Owen's cousin Caroline to look at Xia Qingdai more.

She is also Owen's cousin (there is no distinction between cousin and cousin in English), why does this Miss Xia act like a master?

With the bright candlelight and the fact that Xia Qingdai has evolved to have sharper vision than ordinary people, the expression on old Mrs. Irving's face can be clearly seen.

I saw that the other party looked sick, as pale as paper, with a runny nose and high fever. It's already April, but this middle-aged woman still wraps herself tightly in quilt, and occasionally coughs under the quilt.

Xia Qingdai asked: "Is it cold?"

"cold."

"How long have you had the fever?"

"Thirteen days."

"Abdominal pain?"

"pain."

"Vomiting and diarrhea?"

"Occasionally."

"Open your mouth and let me look at your tongue."

Old Mrs. Irving opened her mouth in cooperation and stuck out her tongue for Xia Qingdai to take a closer look.

Although she was very suspicious of Xia Qingdai's medical treatment process, she was now dependent on others and extremely ill. She was willing to hold on to any life-saving straw she could get.

Who would be willing to die if there is still a glimmer of hope?

Not to mention a female doctor, but if there are folk remedies, old Mrs. Irving is willing to try them.

Xia Qingdai withdrew her hand to feel the pulse. It was obvious that this person had pneumonia caused by a cold.

Given the medical standards of England in the 18th century, there were no antibiotics and no traditional Chinese medicine, and only bloodletting treatments were available. Pneumonia basically had to wait for death.

But now in Xia Qingdai's hands, she can't die.

A three-pronged approach of cupping, massage, and medicinal herbs should be able to cure it. If she can't be cured by her current level of Chinese medicine, she will have to go to modern times to buy Western medicine.

Xia Qingdai had secretly decided to practice with the old Mrs. Owen, so she did not use Qi Jin to cheat.

It's not worth it to waste one's faith on unrelated ordinary patients. Xia Qingdai is not the Leshan Giant Buddha.

In fact, you can also use acupuncture, which works quickly. Moreover, Xia Qingdai is good at acupuncture, because she is well versed in the acupuncture points and meridians, so she can learn with twice the result with half the effort.

But modern acupuncture kits didn’t work in Lilliput, and in the 18th century she hadn’t gotten around to customizing them yet!

Silver needles must be custom-made at a goldsmith's shop. This is England in the 18th century, not the Qing Dynasty where traditional Chinese medicine was everywhere.

Since acupuncture is not an option, let’s do massage first.

Xia Qingdai stretched out her hand to massage her temples, then pushed Yintang, clicked on Hegu, took Fengchi, then moved one inch below Quchi and two inches three miles up with her hand, and pulled out the pain point.

Xia Qingdai's ability to identify acupuncture points is on par with feeling the pulse. Because she has the energy to constantly explore, she has long been at the top. At this time, the acupoint identification and massage are naturally at her fingertips.

After some massage from her, old Mrs. Irving soon felt comfortable. The headache has been relieved a lot and is no longer so painful.

She said excitedly: "My head is healed. You are really a miracle doctor!" Xia Qingdai stood up and said: "Wait until I give you cupping."

"What is cupping?" Caroline asked curiously.

No one present could understand it because Xia Qingdai was a direct transliteration.

"A treatment method of Eastern Chinese Medicine."

Xia Qingdai explained, and then said to Lim: "Go and get a set of small glass teacups."

"Huh? Teacup? Then should I make some more black tea?" Lim was surprised. Wasn't he treating Mrs. Owen? Why did he have to drink tea?

And drinking tea at night is weird. Tea should be drunk in the afternoon to be consistent with your status.

"Just a small glass teacup, no tea."

"Okay, as you command." Lim retreated in confusion.

"Take off your shirt." Xia Qingdai ordered.

Although her order was strange, because the massage just now showed her hand, old Mrs. Irving now obeyed her.

Because she was ill and weak for a long time, her daughter took care of her undressing.

Lim quickly fetched a delicate small glass and placed it on the low table in the room.

There is no special glass jar for cupping, so Xia Qingdai plans to use a glass cup instead. Burn it on the fire of the oil lamp, then take the three points of Fengmen, Dazhui and Waiguan, put on the small glass, wait for a while, and it's done.

Old Mrs. Irving had even experienced bloodletting several times. It was just a scalded glass on her back and arm. What the heck!

Her desire to survive made her extremely cooperative and allowed herself to be manipulated by Xia Qingdai.

After cupping, Xia Qingdai packed up her things and left, telling the patient to have a good rest.

During her visit, she performed massage and cupping, which made old Mrs. Irving feel much more comfortable, and she felt like she could live a few more days.

After Xia Qingdai left, her daughter helped her put on her clothes and quickly asked her: "Mom, how do you feel?"

"Well, it's very comfortable." Old Mrs. Irving was already a little drowsy at this time. Now that her head no longer hurts and her body doesn't seem to be so cold anymore, the sleepyhead floated up.

Caroline wanted to ask a few more questions, but found that her mother had already fallen asleep. After thinking for a while, she quietly exited her mother's room.

She was arranged to live next door to her mother, and she could get up and come over at any time if needed.

As for her sister and brother-in-law, they were still talking to Owen at this time.

After Xia Qingdai left Mrs. Owen's room, she immediately went back to her own room and returned to modern times. She took out the alcohol gel to disinfect herself without any delay, and then went to the bathroom to take a shower.

I just saw someone without wearing a mask, so I had to wash and disinfect them quickly.

Shortly after Xia Qingdai left, Barbara and his wife also went back to their room to sleep.

As for his mother, the couple did not visit her again, and Owen certainly would not visit his aunt who had no feelings.

Back then, the other party was so stubborn and did nothing to save his mother who was having a difficult childbirth. He didn't stop them from entering tonight, which was the utmost kindness and righteousness.

This villa was passed down from ancestors, and he didn't receive much favor from his uncle.

Although the law is unfair to Mrs. Irving and her daughter, Irving does not owe them anything.

Therefore, psychologically, Irving does not feel that there is any debt to make up for.

He is different from those who restrict their inheritance to distant relatives. That kind of person should take care of the widow and daughter of the deceased.

And he is grandpa's grandson. If grandpa knew that his uncle's family would be so ruthless to their family after his death, he might not have agreed to the eldest son's inheritance.