Jishi doctor arrives

"It's okay," Yang Mo hurriedly called Chunhe to stop, "it might be blood stained in the operating room."

Zhou Chengling's face was ugly, Chunhe didn't dare to neglect, so he saluted and called Ji Zizhuan.

Yang Mo wanted to look at her feet, but Zhou Chengling held her tightly, "It's not blood, the blood seeps from the inside to the outside, and the color is different."

Yang Mo was taken aback, she really didn't feel it.

Although Zhou Chengling hadn't shaved and was slightly thinner, he still looked so heroic, so she wasn't afraid when he frowned. What she was most afraid of was that he was on the battlefield, and now that he had returned to Beijing, even if he lost his temper It's just a paper tiger.

Yang Mo turned her head and brought the medicine box over to look for the things inside. The injury on her foot was probably caused by walking too much when she went to Baobao. She could just apply the medicine powder for trauma.

Most of the things in the medicine box were turned over, and there were quite a few bottles and jars, but there was no ointment for trauma.

The ointments are all gone.

Before, she felt pain in her feet, so she was not willing to take out the medicine. The abrasions were just minor injuries, not worth mentioning on the battlefield.

Without the medicine, Yang Mo didn't look for it at all, and raised her head to look carefully at Zhou Chengling. They separated for a few days, but it seemed like a long time.

"Didn't you agree to come back and ask Mr. Ji to help?" Zhou Chengling asked with a sullen face.

Yang Mo said: "Old General Fan's injuries have always been treated by Mr. Ji, and I only went to help today."

"How many days have you been in Beijing?"

Yang Mo was asked for a while, yes, she has been in Beijing for a few days, and she has been taking care of Dong Zhao and General Fan, and she forgot to count the days.

"Haven't been lying in bed all these days?"

Yang Mo stared blankly at Zhou Chengling.

He can really ask.Let her be prevaricated, if you want to talk about how you didn't find any injuries on your feet after sleeping, you must know that when he comes back today, she will definitely wash up and welcome him out, who knows that he will see her like this,

Zhou Chengling stared at Yang Mo without saying a word, his deep eyes seemed to suck her in, making Yang Mo lower his head and dare not look directly at her again.

After a while, Ji Zizhuan came in with a medicine box.Inside the box are powders and ointments for external use.

"Soak it with some medicine first, and then take off the socks to see the injury." Ji Zizhuan instructed Mei Xiang.

Mei Xiang made arrangements immediately.

When the foot was dipped into the potion, I didn't feel much at first, and then the tingling pain gradually became heavier.

Yang Mo frowned slightly, raised her eyes and looked into Zhou Chengling's eyes.

He seemed to want to see clearly whether she was in pain or not.

Yang Mo couldn't pretend and immediately took out her foot, "It hurts."

Knowing that there is an injury on the foot, it hurts badly.Take it out of the medicine for soaking your feet, take off the socks, and Mei Xiang next to her can't help but gasp.

I didn't expect Yang Mo's feet to be so swollen.

Mei Xiang broke out in a cold sweat immediately, if Master Shi hadn't found out, maybe the little maid would take off her socks in a daze if she didn't pay attention, which would definitely tear the wound open.

"What should I do?" Mei Xiang and Qiu Tong became nervous.

A few girls are too careless.Only now do I know how to be anxious.

At first glance, he saw that her left foot was different from her right foot.

Ji Zizhuan got serious and looked at the wound carefully. "It needs debridement. Why is there still frostbite next to it? After such a long time of death, I'm afraid it will itch in the next year." Although he said a few words lightly, the wound was severe. It was just a broken blister at first, and now the entire sole of the foot is covered with pain. It seems to be swollen.

Zhou Chengling's expression became even uglier.

Yang Mo pursed her lips and looked at Ji Zizhuan.He then directed Ji Zizhuan's eyes to Zhou Chengling.

It was only then that Ji Zizhuan understood, "If you take some medicine now, you will be fine as long as you take care of it."

The tense atmosphere in the room was obviously relieved a lot.

Ji Zizhuan made Yang Mo clear.Sprinkle the powder on the wound again, and then let Mei Xiangzai wrap it up carefully.

Ji Zizhuan stood up and was about to leave when Zhou Chengling turned his head, "Mr. Ji hasn't said how to heal his wounds yet."

All doctors know what to pay attention to when recuperating from injuries, not to mention Grandma Shi, whose medical skills are unmatched by anyone.

Yang Mo frowned on purpose to look at Zhou Chengling, but Zhou Chengling was unmoved. He deliberately asked Mr. Ji to give him instructions before he was willing to give up, "I know it all, and Mr. Ji doesn't need to say it."

"Really?" Zhou Chengling was full of doubts.

At this time, she didn't want to argue with him either, so she could only bite the bullet and listen to Mr. Ji, "You can't walk around for three days, and you can't get wet until the wound heals, and you have to change the dressing every day."

Zhou Chengling suddenly asked, "What about sitting for a long time?"

"Of course not," said Ji Zizhuan, "Don't be too tired. It's better to lie on the bed and elevate the injured leg. Grandma Shi is still young and must not leave the root cause of the disease. This is not a trivial matter."

I don't know what to say about her. After entering Beijing, I didn't even look at the wound. After working around the clock for a few days, even a person made of iron would fall down.

When Ji Zizhuan came out of the door, Zhou Chengling stood up and bent over to pick up Yang Mo and walked into the inner room. Chunhe and the others spread the mattress, and Zhou Chengling slowly put Yang Mo on the big kang by the window, and took out the pillow Pad Yang Mo's feet up.

Yang Mo looked at Zhou Chengling's meticulous work. She cared for her. No matter how stern her temper was, she couldn't get angry. After all, she was still holding a hot heart while being scolded.

"Isn't it necessary to go to see the emperor immediately after entering Beijing? Can you come back now?"

Seeing her holding hot tea and looking at him pitifully, his stern face relaxed, what else could he do, beat her to vent his anger in full view.

She won't change, and she will suffer in vain.

He can't feel at ease either.

It's all useless.

Natural stubbornness.

Zhou Chengling answered Yang Mo's question with a sullen face, "The emperor is in closed-door training in the Shangqing Court, and he will see you tomorrow. The army has already returned to Beijing, and the Ministry of War received the soldier talisman first."

At this time, the emperor was still thinking about retreating and practicing. He could be regarded as a diligent Taoist priest in the Great Zhou Dynasty, but he just wanted to ascend in the daytime, and he didn't learn the true meaning of Taoism. There are many Taoists from ancient times to the present Scholars influenced later generations, such as Hua Tuo, Ge Hong, and Sun Simiao.She knows quite a few famous people in medicine.

It can be seen that the key lies not in belief, but in the person himself.

The alchemy furnace can be used to make immortal golden elixir, and it can also be used to make medicine. It's a pity that so much manpower and material resources are wasted. If it is used to cure diseases and save lives, I don't know what kind of future it will have.

Yang Mogang wanted Zhou Chengling to sit by the bed so that she could also take his pulse. She had been thinking about his illness, but before she could say anything, Zhou Chengling had already lifted her wrist.

She forgot.He also studied medicine.

Zhou Chengling asked carefully, "Do you feel any discomfort? Does your chest hurt?"

Strangely, this was the second time he asked her if her chest hurt. She often had chest and back pain in modern times, and she didn't feel uncomfortable after returning to ancient times.

Yang Mo shook her head, "No. I don't have such a disease." I don't know why he firmly believes that she must have such a disease, maybe he can still know her future life.

Zhou Chengling raised his eyes and looked at her for a while, as if he didn't believe it, "Yang Molan, if I can remember three points of the words you said to the patients, I will be praying to God and worshiping Buddha."

Under the fiery gaze, Yang Mo swallowed.Nodded, "I see. I won't do it next time, and this time I'm in a hurry. Thanks to the operating room you prepared, otherwise I wouldn't be able to save Dong Zhao and Old General Fan."

Hope to see the faces of Dong Zhao and Old General Fan, he just opened his eyes and closed his eyes and let it go.

Zhou Chengling heaved a long sigh, his thick eyebrows still not stretched out.

She was exhausted and her eyes were bloodshot.His emotions were not hidden in front of him, and he looked at him with a little pleading.

Zhou Chengling turned his head and ordered Chunhe. "Have you prepared any food in the kitchen? Bring it to grandma."

Chun He responded and was about to retreat when Qi's mother outside came in and said, "Grandma Shi, someone came to the old man's house on Tuesday, so Grandma Ten must come and see the young master who was just born by Mrs. Third."

Mrs. Wednesday was born?It shouldn't be according to the month, Yang Mo was a little surprised, "When did you give birth?"

Qi's mother said: "I heard that she was just born, but...Mr. Ding said that it is hopeless, and he may have died in the womb. The mother next to the third lady begged Grandma Shi to take a look. I heard that the third lady It's dangerous over there, too."

Mr. Ding said that he died in the womb, so he must be hopeless.

After Qi's mother finished speaking, she only heard Xian Wang Taifei outside: "Molan is resting inside?"

Yang Mo subconsciously glanced at Zhou Chengling, her cheeks flushed, looking very delicate.

Concubine Xian came into the room, Yang Mo wanted to salute, Concubine Xian waved her hands hurriedly, "Take a good rest and don't get up," she said, looking at Yang Mo's feet wrapped in cloth towels, "You are too careless to hurt yourself like this .”

Zhou Chengling next to him was even more imposing.

Concubine Xian pulled Yang Mo to say a few words. Madam Xu next to Mrs. Wednesday knelt down and kowtowed on the ground, "Grandma Ten, Grandma Ten, please look at the young master, please help us Young master, the only one who can save our young master is Grandma Ten."

Xu's mother knocked her head with a "dongdong" sound.

The room was very quiet, but the sound was particularly loud, mixed with Xu's mother's choking voice, which made people feel sad.

Xu's mother said: "Our third wife has no intention of living anymore. She said that grandma ten will definitely be able to cure the disease. It is because of this thought that she hangs her breath. If the young master is gone, the third wife will definitely not be able to live."

It's too late for Mrs. Wednesday to run around like this for the sake of the baby in her belly.

Now that the child has been delivered, Yang Mo can't bear not to look at it. The child born is another life. Yang Mo looked at Mei Xiang, "Bring the child to me to see."

Mei Xiang immediately took the baby from Mother Xu.

Yang Mo looked down and saw that the child's face was blue and purple, he was not breathing at all, his heart was not beating, and his small body was cold.

As Mr. Ding said, the child died long ago.

Yang Mo shook her head like Xu's mother.

Xu's mother suddenly collapsed beside her, she had always refused to believe it, but now she saw Grandma Ten shaking her head, she finally believed that the young master was gone.

My God, why is this happening, the child that the third lady gave birth to with all her life.

If Mrs. Tai can let the third lady come to Yang's house earlier, why this is so. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)