"You have been dressing the prince's body these past few days. Why didn't you tell me that the wound has not healed?" Shen Tianshu couldn't help but ask Mo Ze.
Fan Bingrong also raised his head suddenly and turned his gaze to Mo Ze.
"Every time I tell the truth about my injury to the Crown Prince, the Crown Prince forbids me from telling Lady Tong."
"Confused!" Fan Bingrong said sternly, "Although you are a servant, you should put your master first in everything and listen to his orders.
"But if the master does something wrong, or even puts himself at risk, why don't you just say something and just watch something happen to the master!"
Mo Ze knelt down with a plop and said: "Mrs. Tong, you have made countless mistakes, all of them are small mistakes. Please save the Master first! Let Mr. Fan handle the little ones."
How could Fan Bingrong have the time to deal with Mo Ze at this time, not to mention that Mo Ze was Li Zian's personal servant, so he was not qualified to deal with it even if he wanted to.
So he immediately turned his attention to Shen Tianshu and asked anxiously: "Mrs. Tong, is the prince's situation serious?"
Although he didn't see Jialin's tragic situation with his own eyes, just hearing Yan Heming's description when he came back was terrifying enough.
If Li Zian becomes like that, he will have no choice but to die to apologize!
Shen Tianshu did not answer Fan Bingrong's question, but asked Mo Zedao: "When you wiped the prince's body before, did you find any redness and swelling from mosquito bites on your body?"
Before Mo Ze could speak, Fan Bingrong shouted excitedly: "Yes, I saw it, there is a spot on the right hip near the waist!"
The atmosphere in the room suddenly felt weird for a moment.
Shen Tianshu looked at Fan Bingrong in surprise, completely unable to understand why he saw Li Zian's... uh... position.
After finishing speaking, Fan Bingrong realized that something seemed wrong, and quickly explained: "I was worried about the prince's injury before, so I came over to take a look while the prince was wiping his body and changing his dressing, and by chance I saw him.
"I asked about it at the time, and the prince said that he was probably bitten by a mosquito and it was nothing, so I didn't pay much attention to it.
"Why would Mrs. Tong ask this? Is this mosquito bag the culprit of the prince's fever?"
But Shen Tianshu shook his head and said, "I'm not asking now, but when we first set off."
Hearing this, Mo Ze scratched his head and said: "Mrs. Tong, when we first set off, the prince was not injured, so he didn't use the little one to wipe him. Even if there were mosquito bites, the little one wouldn't be very clear about it."
Fan Bingrong was so moved by Shen Tianshu's words that while Shen Tianshu was diagnosing his pulse and examining his wounds, he quietly called Yan Heming over for a brief inquiry.
When Yan Heming heard this, he couldn't help but shudder.
It took more than ten days to get here from Prince Rui's Mansion. Isn't this just...
"You should speak! I'm almost dying of anxiety!" Fan Bingrong urged.
"Mrs. Tong may be worried that the prince's fever at this time is not caused by the wound, but by malaria."
"What?" Fan Bingrong's vision went dark, his knees went limp, and he fell to the ground exhausted.
"Master Fan, are you okay?" Yan Heming quickly took out the smelling salts and approached Fan Bingrong's nose.
"Sneeze -" Fan Bingrong sneezed, woke up faintly, and grabbed Yan Heming's wrist, "How can it be malaria? It absolutely cannot be malaria!"
"Mr. Fan, please be patient and patient. This is how doctors treat patients. They must consider all circumstances comprehensively to avoid missed diagnosis or misdiagnosis.
"And they set off from Prince Rui's Mansion. Huguang is not a place where malaria is rampant, so they should be fine."
At this time, Shen Tianshu also discovered in the tent that he had gone astray.
She only thought about the malaria that was rampant in Juzhou, but she forgot that the group set out from Wuchang Prefecture and traveled for several days before entering the territory of Juzhou.
Based on this calculation, Li Zian's fever should be caused by the injury.
He was mentally tense along the way, and even if he felt any discomfort, he was temporarily covered up by this tension.
Now that he arrived at his destination safely and joined the people led by Fan Bingrong, he suddenly relaxed mentally and physically, and the condition that had been covered up before was immediately highlighted.
If it was just caused by a wound, it wouldn't be a big problem.
After checking the pulse, Shen Tianshu took out a pen and paper from the medicine box to prepare a prescription.
"Oh, that's not right!"
Only then did she remember that everyone was in the wilderness now. Even if a prescription was prescribed, where could they go to get the medicine?
The medicinal materials brought by Fan Bingrong were all brought to Xie's residence in Juzhou City by Qi Fei. Shen Tianshu's medicine box had limited space, so he only brought some commonly used medicines. The medicine he used for Li Zian was already the best medicine for golden sores. , but there is still no improvement, let alone other things.
Shen Tianshu immediately went to Fan Bingrong to explain the situation.
As soon as Fan Bingrong heard this, he said: "Mrs. Tong, just write the prescription. I will ask someone to knock on the city gate and get the needed medicine no matter what."
Shen Tianshu thought for a moment, then suddenly took off the prescription seal around his neck, found the ink pad, printed it on his prescription paper, handed it to Fan Bingrong and said: "Master Fan, let's not be too tough first. Ask someone to give this paper to you." Send it to Juzhou and have Qi Fei hand it over to the ghost master. If the ghost master recognizes the seal, this matter will be easy to handle. If not, let's think of another way."
Fan Bingrong took the prescription and saw four words printed on the prescription - "Jiang's Yuanting".
"Is this? Mr. Jiang Sui's seal?" Although Fan Bingrong did not see Jiang Sui for medical treatment, he knew that Jiang Sui's nickname was Yuanting.
But why is Jiang Sui's seal in the hands of Lady Tong?
Shen Tianshu was deliberately vague and said: "Later, the prince arranged for me to visit the Jiang family's old house."
When Fan Bingrong heard that it was arranged by Li Zian, he immediately lost all suspicion. He put away the note and said, "I will send someone to deliver the letter and ask Madam Tong to prescribe it."
Shen Tianshu quickly wrote out two prescriptions, one for internal use and one for external use, and handed them to Fan Bingrong.
In Juzhou City, Qi Fei had already lied down to rest, but he was still tossing and turning until late at night.
He really didn't trust Mrs. Tong's use of ginger to treat illnesses. He was afraid that if he took off the straps tomorrow, he would see no improvement at all.
But I couldn't help comforting myself, thinking that folk remedies might be miraculous in treating serious illnesses!
Suddenly someone knocked on the door and handed him a letter, saying it was an urgent message from Lord Qifan outside the city.
Qi Fei opened it suspiciously and saw that it was actually asking for medicine.
However, the ghost owner valued the batch of medicinal materials sent by Da Qi very much and specially sent someone to guard them. Without the ghost owner's words, he would not be able to get them at all.
Qi Fei read the letter and found the seal on the blank paper.
But I finally regained the trust of the ghost master. Is it worth disturbing his rest in the middle of the night for this matter?
Qi Fei sat by the bed and thought for a long time, and finally got up with a piece of paper and came to the door of the ghost master's room.