The world's best doctor: the prince is at your fingertips

Chapter 16 Gynecologic Inflammation
Song Yiqing lived in the Wu Mansion for two days, and when the young master recovered completely, she had already run around in the courtyard at will. She looked at Chu Jie and said, "Mr. Wu, the young master has completely recovered from his illness. Be careful in the future. Drink raw water, wash your hands before and after meals, and pay attention to hygiene." She smiled broadly, "Then Mr. Wu, can I go home now?"

The wound on her face has already healed, and I heard that she got the ointment from the young man, and her impression of him is better.She is in a hurry to go home now.

Chu Jiexun took a look at her and said, "I told you, I will take you home when you recover. I will take you home this afternoon."

The sun was shining in the afternoon, Song Yiqing was happy, she went out the gate of Wu Mansion, a carriage appeared at the gate, Chu Jiexun took a look at her, and got into the carriage first, there was a beautiful boy sitting in the carriage.

Song Yiqing found it difficult to see the tall carriage, she couldn't get on it.She tried to jump up, but she obviously overestimated herself.Song Yiqing puffed up her face, looked at Chu Jiexun who was in the midst of teasing, and stretched out her hand, "Young Master Wu, don't mind giving me a hand."

Chu Jie looked at her stretching out her white and tender little hand, and suddenly thought of the warm temperature in her arms that night, when that little hand brushed his body...Suddenly, his eyes darkened.

Song Yiqing was puzzled, Mr. Wu, why didn't you respond?Or did he despise her as a peasant girl, did he defile him?
Chu Jiexun was about to reach out his hand, when a servant called out from inside the door, "Miss Song, this is a horse stool."

Chu Jiexun saw the boy coming out with a stool, and hid his outstretched hand behind his back, looked at Song Yiqing coldly and said, "Come up by yourself."

He really despises her!Don't wait for her to develop later.By the way, Mr. Wu, you are poisoned, and she won't care if you ask her to detoxify you in the future!

Song Yiqing stepped on the stool and climbed into the carriage. Chu Jiexun took a look and said to the coachman, "Go to Lanshui Village."

As soon as the words fell, there was a distant and near voice from behind, "Wait a minute, please wait a moment."

Song Yiqing opened the curtain and saw a maid running outside. The maid looked familiar. She was the girl who slapped her that day. She thought about it and felt a little anxious.It should be the lady...

The maid quickly ran to the front of the carriage, grabbed the wooden frame of the carriage, and said to Song Yiqing: "Miss, Miss Song, my wife has really had a miscarriage, please follow me to have a look, please."

Sure enough...

If I drank her medicine earlier, it would not be so painful for two days...

Chu Jiexun asked, "Going?"

Song Yiqing was startled, "Go, is Mr. Wu going to see me off?"

"By the way." He looked at the maid, "Come up."

It was only later that Song Yiqing found out that this heartless guy was also deeply influenced by the mainland, and would help pregnant women and the like.

The lady is the wife of a small landlord in Lantian County. She is already 25 years old. She has been pregnant twice but failed to keep it. This child has been pregnant for more than 6 months, and she is about to give birth in a few months. It still flows.

As for this landlord, he had no choice but to marry several concubines. The two concubines gave birth to two children for him, but they still died young on the day of birth.Now, the landlord is 2 years old, and he is anxious to hold his son, and he is in a panic.

Song Yiqing was amazed when she heard this, how low is the pregnancy rate in this continent...

When they arrived at the gate of the yellow landlord, Song Yiqing got out of the carriage, and Chu Jiexing was about to go down, but was caught by Chu Jiexun. He looked at Song Yiqing and said, "Miss Song, we will wait for you in the carriage." The man went to see a Does a woman have a miscarriage?

Song Yiqing didn't have time to greet Chu Jiexun, so she followed into the lady's yard, and there was a lot of noise inside, a middle-aged man was wandering around the door.

"Are you the female doctor my wife said?" The middle-aged man stared at Song Yiqing and asked cautiously.He had never heard of any female doctors in Lantian County.

Song Yiqing didn't blush, she nodded, "I'll go in and take a look first."

Just as she was about to go in, a midwife came out with a dead boy with a dark complexion. Song Yiqing took a look, her arms and legs were quite strong...

The middle-aged man burst into tears when he saw it, "It seems that I am destined to have no children. It would be nice to be a daughter."

Song Yiqing comforted her a few times before entering the room.There was a strong smell of blood in the room, and Song Yiqing saw the lady lying on the bed in her underwear, with her eyes wide open like a dead fish staring at the roof.

"Girl... Tell me, why am I always unable to conceive a child?"

The woman lowered her voice and began to cry.

Song Yiqing glanced at her, and said in a low voice: "This... this lady, I knew it when I took your pulse last time..."

The woman suddenly became excited, sat up in an instant, and held onto Song Yiqing's arm tightly, "You know that I can't have children, right? Do you?!! Why does the Bodhisattva treat me like this?"

Song Yiqing was in pain from being caught, she frowned slightly, "Ma'am, the reason you can't conceive a child is because you have inflammation."

"Inflammation?" No doctor ever said that.

Song Yiqing broke free from the shackles, and just as she was about to speak, the yellow landlord also came in. "Yes, ma'am, you have inflammation yourself. If the inflammation cannot be cured, even if you conceive a child, you will lose it, just like the child just now."

The landlord Huang stared at her as if seeing a savior. "Can that be cured?"

"Yes." She called the maid, handed over a pen and paper, thought for a while, and said, "Ma'am, you just had a miscarriage, I will prescribe a prescription for you to take care of yourself, and then cooperate with me to prescribe a treatment for you." Drink together with the prescription of inflammation."

Three qian of raw astragalus, two qian of fried Atractylodes macrocephala, one and a half qian of Fangfeng, two and a half qian of Ophiopogon japonicus, six qian of floating wheat and glutinous rice root.

She handed the written prescription to Landlord Huang, "Soak this in cold water for 2 quarters of an hour, then boil it for 2 quarters of an hour, take it twice in a row after meals. My wife's condition is not serious, take it for 3 or 4 days in a row. Can be cured."

Landlord Huang looked at the beautiful lower script that had not yet been written, and was a little disbelieving, "Heal?"

"Well, gynecological inflammation is a common disease, and it's not difficult." She smiled lightly and looked at the lady, "Madam, don't worry, your inflammation is healed, and the child will naturally have it."

"Then...then thank you, Miss Song." Landlord Huang looked at the prescription in his hand, unsure of what to do, why don't he find a doctor to look at the prescription later?Just do it. "Miss Song, where do you live?"

"I live in the backside of Lanshui Village. If you need anything, you can come to me. I'll go back now. Ma'am, you can only have children if you take care of your health."

Landlord Huang sent Song Yiqing out with the prescription, and before leaving, forced Song Yiqing to give Song Yiqing a piece of silver as a consultation fee.Song Yiqing had just left the house when Landlord Huang gave the prescription to a servant, "Go, go to the best pharmacy in the county and let the doctor see this prescription."

Hearing this, the boy also knew that it was for his wife, so he ran very fast, but was unlucky enough to bump into a young man, and the prescription in his hand fell to the ground.

The man grinned and picked up the prescription from the ground, glanced at it casually, his face darkened, "Who prescribed this prescription?"

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