Seeing Xue Shiyu tightly wrapped in the thick quilt, her painful expression made her originally rosy face distorted. Dense red spots spread on her face, and she looked like she was close to collapse.
Sure enough, it was symptoms of smallpox. Meng Xinghe had already begun to worry. He walked to the bed and reached out to touch her forehead. "It's so hot! Why didn't you invite the doctor?" Without the doctor, the consequences would be unimaginable. He asked anxiously.
He said, already feeling Xue Shiyu's body shivering under the quilt.
Feeling that someone was touching her, Xue Shiyu shouted a few words in confusion: "Huan'er, don't touch me, the farther away from me the better, I'm afraid I will hurt you. If I die, you tell Xiaoli,
Ask him to bury me in my hometown to reunite with my parents." His voice was very weak, and there was a hint of sobs in it.
"Miss." Huan'er burst into tears. "Mr. Meng, please save my young lady, please save her! The doctors in the city heard that it was smallpox, but no one came to treat it. They were afraid that they would be infected.
, If this continues, Miss..." Crying, Huan'er knelt on the ground directly: "Mr. Meng, please think of a way to save my lady! Huan'er will do everything for you even if it's a cow or a horse.
OK."
Do you like to shorten my lifespan? I really don’t know why people in ancient times knelt down at every turn. Now it’s all in vain. Meng Xinghe arranged directly: “Huan’er, go and prepare a basin of warm water immediately and take a piece of cotton.
Wet a handkerchief and cover it on your young lady's forehead. Change it every half stick of incense. Be quick! And don't leave her for a moment from now on to prevent her from scratching the chickenpox on her face. Otherwise, even if she is cured, it will still be a disease.
pock."
Meng Xinghe did not study medicine, but fortunately he still had simple medical common sense. While Huan'er went to prepare warm towels, he had already closed all the windows in the boudoir, lit a piece of sandalwood to soothe the nerves and exorcise evil spirits. He took the table
The medicine jar, I don’t know how Huan’er was able to prescribe the medicine, was all filled with bark and grass roots. Wouldn’t you rather eat the dead? Without saying a word, he threw them all away.
After arranging these simple preparations, Huan'er had already brought the warm water in. Meng Xinghe skillfully rolled up his sleeves and swung it in the copper basin for a few times, teaching Huan'er how to temporarily reduce Xue Shiyu's fever. Seeing Meng Xinghe's busy look, he also
He is really like a considerate man. He is a big man, but he is more skillful than women at what he does. Huan'er saw it, but she was happy for Xue Shiyu in her heart.
"Remember what I'm saying. Watch your young lady, I'll go and invite the doctor here." Meng Xinghe's tone was a bit harsh, but Huan'er was happy. With Meng Xinghe as the backbone, the young lady's condition was cured, how could she not be happy?
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Human life is at stake, and there can be no delay. Meng Xinghe almost ran out of Chunxiang Tower.
On Taoyuan Street, when he saw the signboard of Huichun Hall in front of him, Meng Xinghe rushed over anxiously.
"Where is the doctor? Pack the medical box and follow me immediately." Just after stepping into the door of Huichun Hall, Meng Xinghe raised his voice and was more domineering than the bandits who robbed people. He didn't care about the contemptuous looks of those around him.
He was already very patient when he called the doctor by name.
Seeing his aggressive look, a little old man in his fifties came up to him and asked: "I wonder why you called me? Please go see a doctor. Please tell me the cause of the disease. If you want to take medicine, please bring me the prescription."
The old man was quite kind, and without even thinking about it, Meng Xinghe said politely: "I would also like to ask Mr. Doctor to accompany me to Chunxiang Tower for medical treatment. As for the remuneration, I will never treat you badly."
Well, the old doctor stroked his three-inch beard. What Meng Xinghe said was very agreeable to his heart. The old doctor said proudly: "Don't worry, young master, no matter how big or small the illness is, I can't cure it without my wonderful hands." He praised his medical skills.
, Miaoshou Huichun asked calmly: "Excuse me, what is the cause of the patient's illness?"
It seems that this doctor has some skills. Meng Xinghe did not hide it and said truthfully: "The patient has erythema on his face, accompanied by symptoms of fever and fainting. The situation is quite critical, so please go to the doctor as soon as possible."
Erythema? Fever? My face suddenly turned dark. I immediately changed my tone and said, "Brother, let's see the guests off."
No one would have thought that he could change his attitude faster than a woman. He had previously guaranteed that he could cure all diseases, but now he was timid: "The young master is talking about smallpox, which has no cure. Even if I had a hundred courages, I would not dare to die.
Master, please ask Gao Ming for you."
You old guy, weren't you pretty good at it before? Meng Xinghe felt a surge of anger in his heart. There was only one Huichun Tang in Taoyuan, which was considered the best medical clinic in Taoyuan. If he didn't go there, there would be no hope for the doctors who followed him.
."Mr. Doctor, I will pay five hundred taels for the consultation, will you go?"
He was so determined that he had no choice but to use money to break down the door. Unexpectedly, Miao Shuhui Chun didn't even think about it and refused directly: "Sir, I beg you. Even if you give me a gold mountain, I don't dare to go. Smallpox can kill people.
You'd better go back and prepare for the funeral!" Not knowing whether Meng Xinghe was carrying smallpox, Miaoshou Huichun hurriedly greeted the waiter behind him to see off the guests, and he himself fled far away.
What a bullshit Hui Chun Tang, Meng Xinghe really wanted to set fire to it. Holding back the anger in his heart, Meng Xinghe did not waste time. Since Hui Chun Tang did not treat him, he went to several smaller medical clinics in succession.
"Sir, please go back! Give the patient whatever he needs. A person infected with smallpox will not live for more than fifteen days at most. Prepare your funeral as soon as possible and tell me that I can't do anything." In front of a small medical clinic, an old man in his seventies or eighties said
The doctor kindly reminded me, sighed helplessly, and walked back to his medical clinic.
Meng Xinghe's eyes darkened, and a sense of helplessness came over him. If in modern times, if you suffer from smallpox, you can still watch the antibody vaccine, at least your life will not be in danger. This technology did not exist in ancient times, could it be that Xue Shiyu really disappeared like this?
Death?
No matter whether it was a big medical clinic or a small medical clinic, Meng Xinghe ran everywhere, and the only thing he heard was "Go back and prepare for the funeral." He kicked a road monument hard, and Meng Xinghe said guiltily: "It's a shame."
Pao Xiaosheng, Brother Meng can't help you."
After blaming himself for a few times and holding back the tears in his heart, Meng Xinghe immediately ran to Cuiweiju. If he couldn't find a good doctor in Taoyuan, I went to Jiangdu to look for him. If he couldn't find it in Jiangdu, I went to Chang'an. In the Tang Dynasty
With a wide range of resources, there will be people who can cure smallpox.
Shiwan hurried back to Cuiweiju. Before he could enter Cuiweiju, Meng Xinghe shouted anxiously: "Little Wuzi, prepare good horses and dry food for me, I'm in a hurry." Stepping into Cuiweiju, Meng Xinghe made a noise like thunder.
Shocked. With an angry expression, he dared not approach within three meters.
"Master? You can come back and see." Seeing Master Meng's figure, Xiao Wuzi ran over as if he had seen a savior. "Master, there is an old man freeloading in Cuiweiju. We are waiting for you to come back to deal with it."
He pointed at the old man in the corner with a gray beard and an unclear face. He looked like a sloppy Taoist. Xiao Wuzi said angrily: "That's him. He ate hundreds of taels of our food in one go."
Who dares to eat for free in my Cuiwei residence and seek death? Meng Xinghe was furious, and without thinking, he said sternly: "Drag him out first and beat him up, and then bring him to justice."
Just after saying this, Meng Xinghe glanced at the old man inadvertently, staring directly at the cloth banner that the old man put on the table. The banner said, "Hua Tuo is alive and can cure all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases."
Meng Xinghe immediately ran over and pushed away the Cuiweiju clerks who were surrounding the old man. He asked anxiously: "The old man is a grass-roots doctor? Can he cure smallpox?"
Damn it, in my time these charlatans were called Caotou doctors. Meng Xinghe couldn't take care of that much, so he was just a dead horse doctor. He first found a doctor to stabilize Xue Shiyu's condition, even if he had to go to Jiangdu to find another one.