Jishi doctor arrives

You have to lift the quilt to see the injury, it's hard for Yang Mo to see.

Mrs. Dong said: "The injury was on the leg. He had already taken medicine to stop the bleeding in the army. The imperial court sent someone to replace him, and he was actually bedridden for a month."

Bed rest on the battlefield for a month.

It sounds ridiculous. It is right to use the injury as an excuse to seize military power. When the overall situation is settled, let people lead troops to fight.

"How serious is the injury?"

Mrs. Dong nodded, "It's not serious, that's why the doctor suspects that the old injury has not healed, and the injury caused by going to Beijing is the reason for this."

After raising it for so long, even if it bumps all the way to Beijing, it won't look like this, "The wound is open?"

Mrs. Dong shook her head, "The wound looks good, it hurts the vitality."

After taking the prescription to stop the bleeding and resting in bed, the wound did not rupture, red or swollen. It should not be related to the old injury. What could it be?There are many kinds of coma, and it is hard to judge without an examination.

The mother in charge came in at this time and said: "This servant please send Miss Chang San back to the flower hall."

Chang Yiwan has learned a lot of unilateral methods in Yang's house, now is the time to use her, besides, with Chang Yiwan here, he can go back to Chang's house to explain what he did in Mrs. Dong's room.

Yang Mo made up her mind and looked at the mother in charge, "Please trouble my mother to chase Miss Chang San back."

The mother in charge couldn't help being startled, and Mrs. Dong also wondered, it's not that the Yang family's medical skills don't want to be spread, but why...

Yang Mo lowered her head and said: "Miss Chang San has already come, so I'm afraid it's not right to go back like this," she said with a smile on her lips, "My son has already used a lot of prescriptions, why don't you ask San Miss Chang to help look."

Maybe the elders of Chang's family would go back and blame her. The Yang family was in decline, and Miss Yang was dependent on others after all. Thinking of this, Mrs. Dong felt a little more love and affection for Yang Mo, so she told the mother in charge, "Just do what Miss Yang said."

After a while, the mother in charge welcomed Chang Yiwan into the east room, and Yang Mo warmly walked over to hold Chang Yiwan's hand, "My wife and I couldn't figure it out, so my sister came to help find it together."

Chang Yiwan was feeling unhappy at being left out, and she immediately beamed with joy when she heard this. How could Yang Molan, who studied medicine since she was a child, catch up with Yang Molan? Mrs. Dong had found the wrong person from the beginning.

Yang Mo handed a box of prescriptions to Chang Yiwan, "Sister, help us solve the prescription." Chang Yiwan likes to show off, so she went along with the flow and saved her energy to look at it in detail, lest the illness be diagnosed within a few hours.

Chang Yiwan straightened her back with a smile on her face, stretched out her hand to open the box, but still said modestly: "I also only know a little about the properties of medicine. If there is something wrong, Madam, don't take offense."

Everyone in the room got what they needed, and the atmosphere became less dull.

Chang Yiwan cleared her throat and began to read Fang, Yang Mo thought carefully while fanning the silk and hibiscus fan lightly, Madam Dong was distracted from time to time to look at the inner room, for fear that there would be more bad news.

……

"It's not good." The servant girl hurried in.

The sound was like throwing a stone into a lake.

Madam Dong stood up nervously.

The servant girl stammered and said: "The two wives of our family are fighting in the flower hall."

The members of the Dong family fought because they were all interested in the title of title. Yang Mo didn't care about this, but she was afraid that this would spoil the banquet, so she could only go back to Chang's house with Mrs. Chang.

Mrs. Dong showed a strange smile on her face, "It's easy, just go and tell the two wives that thanks to the dojo bestowed by the emperor and the Yang family's unilateral prescription, the son's illness has improved," she paused, " The people who were going to report the funeral also withdrew, and the boards in the yard were also put away, just wait for my son to wake up and call me mother."

Chang Yiwan opened his eyes wide and looked at Yang Mo, Yingying's beautiful eyes seemed to burst into flames, so he almost asked Yang Mo, but it was true.

The maid stood there not knowing what to do, Madam Dong shouted, "Hurry up."

The maid left in a hurry.

Chang Yiwan saw that Madam Dong's tears were about to fall, and then looked at the atmosphere in the room, where there was no joy at all, these words were clearly said out of a hurry, if Yang Molan really had this ability, why bother to invite her to see the prescription, so He also got up, "I'm going to see my mother."

Chang Yiwan said he was looking at Mrs. Chang, but in fact he was going to report the news, lest he would be implicated when the eldest son really disappeared. Chang Yiwan is a person who can tell the difference between serious and serious, and knows how to bully the weak.

……

Chang Yiwan walked to the flower hall in a hurry, although the wives of the two families had been persuaded to leave by everyone, the atmosphere was still awkward, seeing Mrs. Chang, Chang Yiwan's eyes flickered.

Finally seeing the right time, Chang Yiwan whispered in front of Mrs. Wei: "Molan doesn't know if it will cause trouble, the doctor didn't have a prescription for identifying the disease, but she is advising Mrs. Dong... ..."

Everyone knows about Shizi's illness, but it's just a matter of days. At this time, the doctor is not willing to take medicine. How dare Yang Molan, a child who is not as old as Ji, dare to speak out.

Mrs. Chang was also surprised, "Don't talk nonsense."

Chang Yiwan clenched her lips, "I was also afraid of Molan... so I came to tell my mother, mother, don't blame my sister, she is also kind, I'm just afraid that she will cause trouble."

Chang Yiwan's voice was not too loud, and all the wives in the flower hall looked over here.

Chang Yiwan couldn't help but rejoice, Yang Molan wanted to show off, so let her show off enough today, so that people can know about the so-called descendants of the Yang family, but it's just a few prescriptions.

……

"The sheep intestines are ready according to what the lady said." The servant brought up the lacquer plate.

Yang Mo hurriedly cleaned her hands to look, and it was different from what she thought, the straw was too hard, which would hurt the patient's esophagus, but she was afraid that the intestines would close when she pulled it out, so she couldn't send the medicine and food down.

Imagining it is one thing, but making it is another thing. Yang Mo suddenly felt a sense of frustration, "Can you use some very thin strips of silk to prop up the inside of the sheep's intestines instead of straw."

The bamboo silk is tough but not too hard.

Mrs. Dong didn't know what to do, the clever little maid beside her raised her head, "Yuan Yue in our yard is skillful, my grandfather and Lao Tzu are all craftsmen of bamboo strips, let her try."

Madam Dong nodded, "Quick, call her."

A maid wearing a willow blue half-armed gown quickly entered the door, holding a basket of bamboo silk in her hand.

Seeing the maid named Yuan Yue shuttle the strips of silk through the tiny intestines, Yang Mo felt angry again and hoped that such dexterous hands would surely make things.

Modern people have already relied on machines, and there is no such fine handwork anymore, so the most powerful craftsmen selected by the museum cannot restore the treasures handed down from ancient times.

In just one stick of incense, Yuan Yue wrapped the silk strips, and Yang Mo held them with her hands, the softness was moderate.

Yang Mo took the intestines into the inner room, and told the mother in charge, "First send a bowl of Fumai soup."

The mother in charge responded, and Yang Mo lifted the curtain and leaned over to see the elder son on the bed. She had never given such a simple thing to a patient.

If her diagnosis is correct, Shi Ziye took a large amount of hemostatic drugs and rested in bed, causing the blood in the body to become thick, and sudden violent activities may cause acute thrombosis. Therefore, the disease began to develop after entering Beijing, and the course of the disease progressed rapidly. From the headache and numbness at the beginning, to the deep coma now.

Because the son had suffered a trauma, the doctor focused on the old disease. She is a physician and is not very sensitive to traumatic cranial injuries, but she felt that the symptoms were most like embolism. Today, a doctor pointed out that blood circulation should be activated. Unfortunately, the symptoms of the son are too severe to swallow. Concoction, she can only hope that taking the medicine of traditional Chinese medicine with the method of western medicine can save the life of the eldest son.

"In order to save your life, I can only take a risk." Yang Mo whispered, the person on the bed would naturally not have any reaction, and she just wanted to convey her current mood, feeding a nasal feeding tube would be very uncomfortable, At least she wants to show her kindness.

Yang Mo took a deep breath, picked up the sheep intestines in the tray, and slowly stuffed them in along Shizi's nose.

Seeing this situation, Mrs. Dong's heart almost jumped out of her chest. She clutched the collar tightly, so she didn't let herself impulsively step forward and push Miss Yang away.

She actually wants to send sheep intestines into people's noses, what kind of cure is this, and when the world has changed, she feels so unreal.

This Yang family... in the end... what kind of descendants did they have.

Yang Mo lifted the son's head and tried to make the esophagus more unobstructed. Unexpectedly, it was easy to send the sheep's intestines in. First, some warm water was sent in, and then the medicinal juice was slowly injected.

Shi Ziye's breathing is still smooth, and she made this feeding tube.

It's a pity that the sheep intestines can't be used for a long time, and they have to take out the medicine, "I will give you soup every two hours."

There was silence behind him, Yang Mo turned around in surprise, Madam Dong and the servants around her were already stunned.

"Ma'am, you must let people learn how to feed medicine, otherwise, if I leave, who will take care of my son?"

It's true, but who can do such a thing.

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