Chapter 30: Finding the Sick
Liu Ping and Cao Ang brought Cao Jie back to the mansion, and Ling'er naturally followed.
Ling'e and the others hurriedly cleaned up the room, and they already knew at this time that the "Miss Table" who taught them to read and write was actually Cao Yuanjun's daughter.
Thinking of her noble identity, she didn't have the slightest shelf of the eldest lady, and taught them carefully, but at this time, she saw that her breath was dying, and all the women burst into tears.
As soon as he returned to the mansion, Liu Ping immediately ordered someone to go out to collect artemisia annua to mash and squeeze water.
Artemisia annua is not a rare thing, and it has been found everywhere in the wild since ancient times.
Cao Ang had been guarding his sister's bed, and when he saw Liu Ping coming in with a bowl of medicinal soup, he couldn't help but ask, "What is this?" β
"Medicine!" Liu Ping stepped forward with a solemn expression: "Maybe it will be effective for Jie'er's illness." β
"The disease of miasma is the first of all diseases, and there is no cure at all, what can you do with this medicine?" Cao Ang said dejectedly: "This is all Jie'er's life." β
Liu Ping sat on the edge of the bed with a medicine bowl in one hand, and helped the unconscious Cao Jie up with the other hand and said, "What's the use of you talking about these now, if you don't try my medicine, can you only watch Jie'er die?" β
"What kind of herbs do you have for this medicine?"
"It's just the juice of Artemisia annua, what kind of prescription do you want?"
"Just Artemisia water?" Cao Ang's brows furrowed, the general prescription requires seven or eight flavored medicines, and there are more than a dozen or dozens of them.
Liu Ping's prescription is good, only one taste, or the most common artemisia, how can Cao Ang not be puzzled?
Using such a common Artemisia annua juice to treat the miasma disease, which is the first of all diseases, sounds so unreliable.
But at this time, he really had no other way but to cooperate with Liu Ping, pinch his sister's mouth open, and forcibly pour the medicine into her mouth.
Although I sprinkled most of it, I finally poured some in.
After two days like this, Liu Ping couldn't stop replacing the yellow artemisia water, and then poured it into Cao Jie, although Cao Jie was not out of breath, but it did not improve at all.
There was still a burst of cold and a heat on his body, and he didn't have any consciousness.
In the past two days, Cao Angyi did not untie his belt, and always stayed in front of his sister's bed, staring at his sister, and his eyes were full of bloodshots.
In the past two days, bad news has come, this lesion has gradually formed a plague, quietly spread in Yanzhou, it is said that hundreds of people have been infected with this miasma disease, and even has been introduced to the army, panic is gradually spreading.
The lesion is nowhere to be seen, it can't be seen or touched, and it does look like God wants to punish Yanzhou.
Liu Ping fed Cao Jie medicine for two days in a row but did not see any effect, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, is the yellow artemisia water slow or ineffective at all?
After all, he is not a doctor, and he has no understanding of pharmacology and cannot make judgments.
However, he came up with a way to verify it, that is, to find one or more patients, and at the same time pour Artemisia annua water to see if it has any effect.
If there is a patient who can be cured, it means that the medicine has an effect, but the effect is slow, and you can continue to give Cao Jie medicine.
If all the patients are not cured, it means that the medicine is useless at all, and Cao Jie can only arrange the future......
After making up his mind, Liu Ping found a housekeeper and asked the housekeeper to accompany him to find patients outside.
Although the housekeeper was reluctant, he reluctantly agreed.
However, Liu Ping was not completely unprotected, but made two simple masks out of fine linen and put them on.
At this time, the streets of Yanzhou suddenly became much deserted, all the shops were closed, and there was hardly a single figure on the street.
This made Liu Ping difficult, and the sick patients would never run around, where would he go to find it?
Suddenly, he slapped his head, how stupid he was, and he naturally had to go to the hospital to find a patient.
"Take me to Sun Langzhong's medical center."
"No!"
The housekeeper took Liu Ping to the Sun Lang Chinese Medicine Hall.
Sun Langzhong is the most famous Langzhong in Yanzhou, and his medical hall has a huge faΓ§ade, but it is also closed at this time.
Since the outbreak of the plague, all the sick people have come to Sun Langzhong for treatment, but he can't see this disease at all, so he can only drive the patients out.
The angry patient took off his plaque and smashed it, and Sun Langzhong could only hide inside and did not dare to come out, temporarily closing his business.
At this time, there was a mess in front of the medical hall, only a dying old woman, sitting under the wall next to the gate, leaning against the wall, and a young man of about twenty years old was slamming on the door, and there was no one else.
"Langzhong, open the door quickly and save my mother," the young man made a grand wish as he slammed the door: "If I can save my mother, I am willing to be a slave to you." β
"Go, go," Sun Langzhong's angry voice came from inside the door: "You find another Langzhong, I really can't cure this disease, if I can cure it, I don't even dare to go out if the signboard is smashed?" β
The young man looked at the broken signboard and thought that this was indeed the case, how could Lang Zhong put money and drive the patient out?
It seems that there is really no way.
He suddenly knelt down in front of his mother and cried bitterly: "Mother, if you knew this, we wouldn't have left Beihai, and you wouldn't have contracted such a vicious disease, it was all your son who harmed you." β
Unfortunately, his mother was groggy and unconscious, and could no longer hear him.
Liu Ping came here to look for a patient, but there was only this one case in front of him, and he had no choice, so he stepped forward and asked the young man: "This big brother, I have a recipe here, maybe I can save Lingtang, I don't know if you dare to give it a try?" β
"Can you cure the miasma?" The young man wiped a handful of tears, looked up at Liu Ping, who was tightly covered, and thought for a moment and said, "How do you heal?" β
"You take Lingtang home with me and take my decoction." Liu Pingdao.
"You're taking us in?" The young man's eyes lit up, at this time, who would dare to bring the sick person home?
At this time, it was past noon, and now the entire inn in Yanzhou was closed, and if he couldn't find a place to stay, he and his mother could only sleep on the streets tonight.
Liu Ping was originally going to observe the medicinal effect of his own Artemisia annua water, so he naturally wanted to bring them back, and said with a smile: "Of course I will take you in, otherwise how can I feed Ling Tang with medicine?" β
"I'm willing to try, as I said earlier, if I can save my mother, I'm willing to be a slave to you for the rest of my life," the young man affirmed.
Although he did not believe that the young man in front of him could cure the miasma, he could provide him with a place to live, and at this time, even if his mother was not sick, she would freeze to death after freezing outside all night, not to mention that her mother was dying.
He picked up his mother and followed Liu Ping back to the mansion.
Ling'e and the others immediately cleaned up two clean rooms for the young mother and son to live in.
The young man was very grateful, thinking that this little brother was kind-hearted, and he could live in such a mansion in Yanzhou, I am afraid that he was not an ordinary person.
I just don't know what he's trying to do.
Liu Ping asked Ling'e to squeeze the artemisia water, and then brought it to the old woman.
The young man glanced at his unconscious mother, and couldn't help but feel like a knife, after all, he had also heard that this miasma disease was the first of all diseases, and there was no cure in the world.
He also knew that the old mother was infected with this evil disease, and one foot was probably already in the ghost gate, and the other foot was only a matter of time, maybe tonight.
As for believing in Liu Ping, it was purely to find a place for his mother, not to believe that Liu Ping's medicine could cure such a vicious disease.
After everyone went out, the young man wiped away a handful of tears, opened the baggage he carried, took out all the copper coins inside, and prepared to go to a longevity store to build a good coffin for his mother.
He was poor since he was a child, and his mother brought him up with hard work, and he never enjoyed any happiness in his life.
It's just that now the stores in the whole city have closed, and I don't know if the longevity store will still open.
Regardless of him, it's a big deal to smash the door of the shroud store.
He had just walked to the door thinking about it, when he suddenly heard a faint voice from the bed behind him: "Son...... I'm a little thirsty for my mother...... Where are we......"
The young man's hand on the door froze, and his whole body was violently agitated, and when he turned around, he saw his mother lying on the bed, and her eyes were slowly opened.
Although she still looks weak, her mother is awake after all.
The copper coin in the young man's hand fell to the ground, and he instantly became ecstatic.
What that Lang Jun gave was really a miracle medicine, a pair of medicines, but in just two hours, he actually cured the miasma disease that was the first of all diseases?
He felt a little dreaming at this time, and if it weren't for the pain of pinching his thigh, he wouldn't believe that all this was true.
"Mother, go pour water for you, and then thank Engong."
At this moment, Liu Ping walked in.
He wanted to see the curative effect of this artemisia water at any time, but he didn't expect to see that the old woman had woken up as soon as he came in, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
It seems that this Artemisia annua water is still effective against malaria, but some people have high drug resistance, and some people have low drug resistance.
I saw that the young man in front of him suddenly knelt down, hugged his fists and said: "If you cure your mother's illness, you will be a slave to you for the rest of your life."
Tai Shi Ci is waiting for the master's dispatch! β
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The generals have been collected, and the war is going to be fought.
In the first three chapters, I shouted to fight Xuzhou, it's thirty chapters, and I haven't sent troops, I admire my ability to talk more and more.
Of course, this comes from your tolerance, patience to listen to my nonsense, and heartfelt gratitude.
In addition, this book will be recommended tomorrow, so let's work together.