Jishi doctor arrives

"The fever has subsided a bit." Qiutong tried Qiaoling's body temperature.

As long as the fever can subside, it means that his life is saved for the time being. Yang Mo went over to look carefully, and Shen Weiyan outside also got the news. He didn't even put down the Artemisia annua in his hand, and hurried into the house.

Qiaoling's mother happily held Qiaoling's hand, and Qiaoling on the bed also woke up, opened her eyes and spoke in a daze.

"What's the matter?" Qiaoling's mother listened to her.

"I want to drink water." Yang Mo looked at Chun He, and Chun He hurriedly poured water.

After burning for so long, anyone would feel thirsty.

Qiaoling drank some water, which seemed to brighten her eyes a little bit, and Aunt Qiaoling cried with tears, "Xiaoyao, Xiaoyao, Miss Yang saved you."

Qiaoling's eyes looked around, and then landed on Yang Mo. The weak child's eyes showed gratitude and joy.

Looking at Qiaoling's mother and daughter, Yang Mo relaxed all of a sudden.

"Miss, go and have a rest, I'll just take care of you here." Aunt Qiaoling bowed to Yang Mo.

Yang Mo nodded, and told the mother in charge, "Don't let mosquitoes enter the house, so as not to spread the disease to others."

Miss Yang said that mosquitoes spread disease, which is hard to believe in people's hearts, but Miss Yang's method has indeed saved Xu Gui's Xiaoyao again, and the mother in charge dare not neglect this, "Miss, don't worry, servant girl People burn incense to repel mosquitoes."

Everything was arranged properly, Yang Mo walked out of the house, the sun was about to set, the sky was still blue, the sky was indescribably high and the clouds were light, Shen Weiyan squatted on the porch to pick Artemisia annua, his sleeves were neatly rolled over his wrists, every time he picked up an Artemisia annua You have to smell it with your nose, and you have to pick it several times before you can choose one and put it in the basket.

"Why do you choose these?" Yang Mo asked in a low voice. After all, she has never been exposed to herbal medicine in modern times, and she doesn't know how to choose the good and the bad.

Only then did Shen Weiyan realize that Yang Mo was standing beside him, stood up hurriedly, took the herb in his hand aside, curled up his fingers to cover the dirt on his fingertips, "Annua and Artemisia annua should be the same medicine , if Artemisia annua is useless... I think the special thing about Artemisia annua is that it tastes different from Artemisia annua, I... tasted it... keep the strong taste... it will be better to use as medicine."

It turns out that the choice of Chinese herbal medicine is to taste it by yourself. In modern times, they all use the medicine made by the pharmaceutical factory, so they don't care about it.Yang Mo thought about squatting down to taste the Artemisia annua in the basket.

Shen Weiyan hurriedly stopped, "It tastes bad and smelly, Missy, I'd better not eat it."

They are all doctors. If he can taste it, he thinks she can't taste it. "I know what it tastes like."

What you actually taste and smell are two different things when you put it on your mouth like this, the tip of your tongue is bitter and numb, it's rare that Qiaoling can drink such a big bowl of juice, and what's even rarer is that Shen Weiyan tasted so much.Yang Mo raised her head, and Shen Weiyan next to her hurriedly lowered her head, as if to cover up the expression on her face.

Counting it, she was only fierce to Shen Weiyan once, and it was also out of sheer anxiety, and it would not be in exchange for his fear, "Have you tried all of these?"

Shen Weiyan said: "I've tasted it," pointing to a large stack next to it, "They were all selected from inside."

That's really a lot, so much Artemisia annua is used to save Qiaoling alone. If malaria is really prevalent, the Artemisia annua in Beijing is not enough, and the ones brought from outside are not fresh. Everyone should pay attention to prevent mosquitoes, and more importantly, find ways to make more antimalarial drugs.

"What is Missy worried about?" Shen Weiyan asked carefully and softly.

"Cinchona tree powder." The divine powder that those missionaries must carry.

Shen Weiyan held the Artemisia annua in his hand, "Hasn't Artemisia annua already worked, why do we need cinchona powder?"

"Malaria breaks out every summer and autumn. How many people can be saved by these Artemisia annua? We must find a way to get them to take out the medicine in their hands."

Shen Weiyan couldn't figure it out for a moment, "Miss is saying that those people refuse to take the medicine? Why is that?"

Yang Mo thought of the triumphant Qiao family, "Because they are not afraid of getting sick." Since they are not afraid, she wants them to taste the taste of getting sick, so that they will not be ignorant of others' suffering because of their wealth and glory.

The news of Qiao Ling's improvement spread to Mr. Yan Ge.

After a while, Mrs. Yan came to the small courtyard.

Mrs. Yan looked at Qiaoling on the bed. Earlier, the child's lips had been bruised. The doctor who invited said that she would not make it through tonight, and the servants wanted to carry Qiaoling into the mansion. She was afraid that Qiaoer would suffer from such an illness, but it was the master who made up his mind...

She didn't expect Qiaoling's complexion to be as usual in the blink of an eye, her breathing was steady, and she seemed to be much better.

"Ma'am, Miss Yang brought Qiaoling back to life." Aunt Qiaoling kept repeating a sentence.

Mrs. Yan looked at Qiaoling in a daze, she is really alive, Miss Yang can cure malaria, so it is calculated that Qiaoer's illness will also be cured, Mrs Yan's fingers trembled with joy for the first time in a few days, " Miss Yang, can Qiaoling's illness be completely cured?"

Yang Mo nodded, "As long as the condition continues to improve, it will be cured in a few days." The most important thing in the treatment of a disease is to treat the disease. As long as you know what the infection is and use the right medicine, your condition will improve significantly soon.

Madam Yan burst into tears, she can really be cured, and Qiaoer still has a chance to be cured. Thinking of this, Madam Yan held Yang Mo's hand, "I don't even know how to thank you."

Yang Mo met Madam Yan's gaze, "Madam is serious, Madam called me to the house to see the second master's illness, I just did my best."

Thinking of her doubts about Miss Yang before, Mrs. Yan showed an apologetic expression. Miss Yang took out all the secret recipes at home. Fortunately, she still tried to stop her in every possible way. She couldn't help thinking of Miss Chang, who was always in front of her I said once that Miss Yang doesn't know how to treat a doctor, and she almost ruined Qiaoer's chance to get medical treatment because of Miss Chang's words.Next time Miss Chang San said that again, she would definitely refute it. The serious descendants of the Yang family have learned less than Miss Chang San, an outsider, right?

After talking with Mrs. Yan for a while, Yang Mo followed Mr. Bai to see the son of Duke Wenzheng.

Because she cured Mr. Wenzheng's son, Mr. Bai asked her carefully on the way.

Yang Mo whispered what she was thinking, "If the body is still unable to move freely, I think it is caused by a stroke." That is to say, the embolus is still in the blood vessel, so part of the body's activities are restricted.

Old Mr. Bai said: "I have read all the prescriptions sent by Duke Wenzheng's mansion, all of them are combined with acupuncture and moxibustion, but the curative effect is not very obvious. If the son was not from the army, let alone walking, I am afraid it would be difficult to even stand up. "

Old Mr. Bai sighed suddenly, "A rare general in the Great Zhou Dynasty, it's a pity at such a young age..."

Yang Mo knew the consequences of a stroke, so she was also surprised to see the son of Wen Zhenggong in Yan's house. You must know that most patients will be paralyzed in bed for the rest of their lives due to the pain of sequelae. Few people can persist in rehabilitation, but , If you can endure this period of time, plus thrombolytic therapy, there is a possibility of recovery in the future.

Rehabilitation... By the way, why did she forget that she can guide the son of Duke Wenzheng to do recovery treatment.

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The room was very quiet, and Yang Mo watched Mr. Bai get his pulse.

"It still needs to be treated as a stroke. The treatment of this kind of disease will not be effective immediately, so my son can't worry."

Listening to Mr. Bai's words, Dong Zhao thought of the playbook that was soon approved to rest at home. The longer he stayed at home, the worse it would be for him to become an official in the future.

Mr. Bai and Shen Weiyan went out to write prescriptions, but Yang Mo didn't follow them immediately.

The room was silent, and Yang Mo looked over through the screen, and there was a gloomy look.

Many people are still mentally unbalanced when they retire from their jobs at the age of 60. The age of the son of Wen Zhenggong has just entered the official position, which is a great time.

Dong Zhao, who was sitting on the chair, seemed to be about to get up.

"I will focus on the side that can move freely first, and then slowly struggle on the other side, so that it will be easier to stand up." A soft voice came from behind the screen.

Dong Zhao frowned. Since he was a teenager, he spent most of his time practicing riding and shooting. He never thought that he would need help from others to stand up. Thinking of this, he suddenly felt numbness in his feet and his body suddenly lost his balance. Fortunately, he held onto the armrest of the chair to stand still.

With the sound of light footsteps, Dong Zhao raised his head and saw Miss Yang coming out from behind the screen.

Wearing a Mi Li on the head, it looks even more petite.

"The illness is not completely cured yet, so it's useless to be anxious. If you use improper force, it will cause unnecessary damage, which is not conducive to recovery."

Listening to that gentle voice, Dong Zhao's expression gradually relaxed.

He has a cold temper, and even his sisters at home dare not talk to him on weekdays.Miss Yang dared to touch him. For the time being, he thought it was because he was unconscious that she had such courage.

Now that he was sitting here in good order, Miss Yang still showed no fear. It could be that he was sick, and it was different from usual.

"My son, do as I say, and it will be much easier to move around."

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