"The fever has subsided a bit." Qiu Tong tested Qiao Ling's body temperature.

As long as the fever can be reduced, it is equivalent to temporarily saving his life, Yang Mo went over to take a closer look, and Shen Weiyan outside also got the news, and he didn't even put down the yellow artemisia in his hand, and hurriedly entered the house.

Qiao Ling's aunt happily grabbed Qiao Ling's hand, and Qiao Ling on the bed also woke up, opened her eyes and spoke in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Qiaoling's aunt went over with her ears.

"It's to drink water." Yang Mo looked at Chunhe, who was busy pouring water.

After burning for so long, anyone will feel thirsty.

Qiao Ling drank some water, and seemed to brighten her eyes a little, and Qiao Ling's aunt shouted with tears in her eyes, "Xiao Mi, Xiao Mi, Miss Yang saved you." ”

Qiao Ling's eyes looked around, and then fell on Yang Mo, a child who was still weak, with gratitude and joy in his eyes.

Looking at Qiaoling's mother and daughter, Yang Mo's whole person also relaxed suddenly.

"Miss, go and rest, I'll take care of it here." Qiao Ling A-Niang bowed to Yang Mo.

Yang Mo nodded and instructed the housekeeper's mother, "Be sure not to let mosquitoes into the house, so as not to spread the illness to others." ”

Miss Yang said that mosquitoes spread disease, which made people unbelievable, but Miss Yang's method did save the little girl of Xu Gui's family again, and the housekeeper's mother didn't dare to slack off when she thought about this, "Don't worry, Miss, the slave maid makes people burn incense that repellent mosquitoes." ”

Everything was arranged, Yang Mo walked out of the house, the sunset was about to set, the sky was still blue, the sky was indescribably high and the clouds were light, Shen Weiyan squatted under the corridor to pick the yellow artemisia, the sleeves neatly rolled over the wrist, every time he picked up a yellow artemisia tree, he had to sniff it on the end of his nose, and he had to pick several times before he could choose one and put it in the basket.

"Why pick these?" Yang Mo asked in a low voice, after all, she had never been exposed to herbs in modern times, and she didn't know how to choose the good and the bad.

Shen Weiyan found that Yang Mo was standing beside him, hurriedly stood up, took the herbs in his hand to the side, and curled up his fingers to cover the soil on his fingertips, "Artemisia annua and Artemisia annua should be the same medicinal thing, if Artemisia annua is useless...... I think the special thing about Artemisia annua is that it tastes different from Artemisia annua, I ...... Tasted it...... The heavy flavor remains...... It would be better to take medicine. ”

It turns out that the selection of Chinese herbs is to taste by themselves, but in modern times, they all use the medicines made by the pharmaceutical factory, where will they care about these. Yang Mo thought about squatting down to take the yellow artemisia in the basket and taste it.

Shen Weiyan hurriedly opened his mouth to stop, "It tastes bad, it stinks, so don't eat it." ”

They are all healers, and if he can taste it, he will assume that she can't taste it, "I know what it tastes like." ”

On the lips like this, what really tastes and smells are two different things, the tip of the tongue is bitter and numb, it is rare that Qiaoling can drink such a big bowl of juice, and what is even more rare is that Shen Weiyan has tasted so much. Yang Mo raised his head, and Shen Weiyan next to him hurriedly lowered his head, as if to hide the expression on his face.

Counting that she had only been fierce to Shen Wei once, she was also anxious and unconcealed, and she would not be so afraid of him, "Have you tasted all of these?" ”

Shen Weiyan said, "I've tasted it," he said, pointing to a large stack next to him, "It's all selected from it." ”

That's really a lot, save Qiaoling alone to use so many yellow artemisia, really wait until malaria is rampant, I'm afraid that the yellow artemisia in Beijing is not enough at all, but it is not fresh from outside, not only to let everyone pay attention to mosquito prevention, but also to think of more antimalarial drugs.

"What is the eldest lady worried about?" Shen Weiyan asked cautiously and softly.

"Cinchona powder." The powder that those missionaries must carry on their bodies.

Shen Weiyan held the yellow artemisia in his hand, "Isn't the yellow artemisia already effective, why do you still need cinchona tree powder." ”

"Malaria occurs every summer and autumn, how many people can be saved by these yellow artemisia? Think of something for them to take out the medicine in their hands. ”

Shen Weiyan couldn't figure it out for a while, "The eldest lady is saying that those people have medicine in their hands and refuse to take it?" Why is that? ”

Yang Mo thought of the triumphant Qiao family, "because they are not afraid of getting sick." Since she was not afraid, she wanted them to taste the taste of sickness, lest they should live in wealth and glory and not know the sufferings of others.

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

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

Mrs. Yan looked at Qiao Ling on the bed, earlier the child had blue lips, and Lang Zhong, who was invited, said that he couldn't survive tonight, and the next person was going to carry Qiao Ling into the house, and she also opened her mouth to stop it, thinking that Miss Yang wanted to let Qiao Er live such a disease, she was afraid, and then the old man made up his mind......

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

"Madam, Miss Yang saved Qiaoling." Qiao Ling kept repeating a sentence.

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

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

Mrs. Yan's tears flowed, it can really be cured, Qiao Er still has a chance to be cured, thinking of this, Mrs. Yan took Yang Mo's hand, "I don't even know how to thank you." ”

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

Thinking of the previous suspicion of Miss Yang, Mrs. Yan showed an apologetic expression, Miss Yang took out all the secret recipes at home, and she still tried every means to block it, she couldn't help but think of Miss Chang San, Miss Chang San said more than once in front of her that Miss Yang would not be able to heal, and she almost ruined Qiao'er's chance to treat her because of Miss Chang San's words. The next time Miss Chang San says that kind of thing again, she will definitely refute the past, what the serious descendants of the Yang family have learned is less than that of Miss Chang San, an outsider?

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

Because the prince of Wenzheng was cured by her, Mr. Bai asked her about the situation on the way.

Yang Mo whispered what she thought, "If the body still can't move freely, I think it's caused by a stroke." "In other words, the emboli are still in the blood vessels, so some of the physical activity is restricted.

Mr. Bai said: "I have read all the prescriptions sent by the Wenzheng Mansion, and they are all comprehensive prescriptions with acupuncture, but the effect is not very obvious. ”

Old Mr. Bai suddenly sighed, "A rare general of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he ...... at a young age It's a shame. ”

Yang Mo knew the consequences of a stroke, so she was also surprised to see the prince of Wenzheng 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, and there are few people who can insist on rehabilitation, but if you can endure this period of time, plus thrombolytic treatment, there is also the possibility of recovery in the future.

Rehabilitation ...... By the way, how did she forget, she could guide the prince of Wenzheng to do recovery treatment.

……

The room was very quiet, and Yang Mo looked at Mr. Bai to check his pulse.

"It also needs to be treated according to stroke, this disease will not be effective immediately, and the prince can't be in a hurry."

Listening to Mr. Bai's words, Dong Zhao remembered that the script that was quickly approved to recuperate at home, the longer the leisure time at home, the more difficult it will be to re-enter the office in the future.

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

The room was silent, Yang Mo looked through the screen, and it was dull over there.

Many people will still have an unbalanced mentality when they retire from their jobs at the age of 60, and the age of the prince of Wenzheng has just entered the office, which is a good time.

Dong Zhao on the chair seemed to be about to get up.

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

Dong Zhao frowned, he had spent most of his time practicing riding and archery since he was a teenager, and he never thought that he would need help from others to stand up, thinking like this, he suddenly felt numb under his feet, and his body suddenly lost his balance, but fortunately he held the armrest of the chair to stand firmly.

Gentle footsteps sounded, Dong Zhao raised his head and saw Miss Yang walking out from behind the screen.

A power is worn on the head, making the body even more petite.

"The disease is not completely cured, even if the prince is in a hurry, it is useless, if the force is not used properly, it will cause unnecessary damage, which is not conducive to recovery."

Listening to the gentle voice, Dong Zhao's expression slowly relaxed.

He has a cold temperament, and even his sisters in the family dare not talk to him on weekdays. Miss Yang dared to step forward and touch him, and for the time being, he thought that it was because he was in a coma that she had such courage.

Now he is sitting here dignifiedly, but Miss Yang is still not afraid, it is possible that he is sick, it is different from usual.

"If you do what I say, it will be much easier to move."

I went to play with the little sect leader on the weekend, and I came back late. Thank you for your evaluation votes. Thanks to the pig classmates of the love pie for the PK vote. Thank you Roxchan-san, for the peace charm. Thanks to Xin Yi for his evaluation votes. Thanks to the camel for finding the rice dumplings of the returning classmates.