Chapter 9 Don't Kill Him

The princess wiped her eyes with a handkerchief and left the room reluctantly.

As soon as the princess left, the fourth grandmother collapsed on the bed and wiped her forehead with her hand: "I was scared to death."

"Fourth Aunt, wipe your hands with wine first." Ye Qianning took the candlestick on the table to the bedside, and then placed the silver needle beside the bed.

"Fatty, what are you doing?" Fourth Granny was puzzled.

"The rashes on both sides of the princess' body are different. The ones with pustules should be pricked with a silver needle first, and then treated with cupping." Ye Qianning said.

The fourth wife was surprised: "You want to give me acupuncture? Fatty, please don't do anything rash. This is the little princess. If anything happens to her, she won't be punished with a beating."

If the disease cannot be cured now, at most a beating will be given. But if the patient suffers from any trouble, it could be fatal.

"Just trust me." Ye Qianning said confidently, "Don't just stand there, Fourth Wife. Disinfect your hands first, and then help me."

The fourth grandma was stunned, sighed, turned around and wiped her hands with the wine as she said.

"Itchy... It hurts, it's so itchy..." The little princess cried.

Ye Qianning held her down with his chubby little hands, and with one hand he put a little force behind her head, and the crying little girl suddenly became silent.

"Fatty...Fatty, what did you do? Why isn't she moving?" The fourth wife's heart, already hanging in the air, instantly rose to her throat.

If this kid is killed by Fatty, their entire clan will be wiped out...

"It will be very painful to pick the rash later. I'm afraid she can't bear it, so let her sleep for a while. Fourth Aunt, please take off her clothes." Ye Qianning lit the candlestick, and a tiny flame flickered and ignited.

Upon hearing this, Fourth Auntie felt suspicious, and always felt that Fatty was different today than usual.

Ye Qianning used a silver needle to pick out the pustules one by one, then wiped them with a sterilized towel. After cleaning everything, he did a simple fire moxibustion.

After cleaning one part of the pustules, it was time to clean another part. The rash in the other part was very red and as small as a pinhole. This kind of rash would slowly cover the waist. Once it was wrapped around in a circle, it would be very difficult to treat. Fortunately, it was not too serious at the moment.

The fourth wife had no hope at first, but at this moment she seemed to see hope. When did her fat ball learn how to treat illness?

Her acupuncture technique is more skillful than that of someone who has been embroidering for years, but I don't know if her method is effective.

Ye Qianning dipped the brush on the table in ink, then walked to the bed and circled the area without rashes with ink. He waited for the ink to dry before gently covering it with the quilt.

"Fatty, what did you draw on her?" Fourth Granny asked in confusion.

"To prevent this rash from spreading."

"Can ink cure rashes?" wondered the fourth grandmother.

"No, it can only prevent the rash from continuing, but it cannot eliminate it." Ye Qianning used a very primitive folk method.

Oddly enough, there's a type of rash that's so unusual that it won't spread to the other side if you draw a line with ink.

Fourth Granny seemed to understand, not quite. Could ink be used like this?

"It will take time for the rash to heal. I'll write a prescription and you can give it to the princess later. Remember to use fresh herbs, grind them into juice, and apply it to the little princess four or five times a day. After three days, you will see scabs on the rash." Ye Qianning instructed the fourth mother-in-law on how to explain to the princess and the dosage of the herbs.

Fourth Aunt nodded and wrote them down one by one.

Ye Qianning picked up the pen and then remembered that traditional Chinese characters were used in this era, and others might not be able to recognize what she wrote: "Fourth Aunt, you write it."

“My writing is not good.”

“As long as others can understand it, that’s fine.”

"Okay." Fourth Aunt took the pen.

She had been to school for a few years and could read a few words. Ye Qianning said the name of the herb, and she picked up the pen and wrote it crookedly.

(End of this chapter)