Qian Wenbin tried to look back at Su Luo, but didn't say a word.
When the two men carried Young Master Qian to the courtyard, Su Luo immediately took out a small bottle.
He poured out an antidote pill for Master Ma.
"Master Ma, this is an antidote pill. Quickly, take it right now."
Without any reason, he suddenly gave medicine to someone else. Master Ma smiled and pushed Su Luo's hand away.
"Lady Su, stop joking. I am in good health and do not need to take medicine."
As she spoke, Su Luo whispered a few words in his ear, and Master Ma's eyes widened, almost causing him to faint.
Looking at Su Luo, he was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost screamed.
Shh! Don't say it.
Master Ma nodded in alarm, his fingers darting like a chick pecking at rice as he quickly snatched the antidote pill from Su Luo's hand and popped it into his mouth.
"What should we do, Madam Su? They have tuberculosis, which is contagious and incurable. They are sure to die."
Butler Shi and Master Ma were sitting close together, so they naturally heard what they were saying in hushed tones.
It is true that tuberculosis is contagious, but it is not incurable; it's just that in ancient times, there were no medicines available for treatment.
"Don't panic, listen to me. Master Ma, calm down and go find the magistrate immediately."
Then, with the soldiers, we surrounded and sealed off the Qian residence. I'm not sure if the others inside were infected.
Master Ma nodded repeatedly. His legs were weak, and he didn't want to stay there for even a moment longer.
"Then, Steward Shi, you go to Ji'an Hall right away and call Doctor Du and Doctor Wang over. We'll discuss with the magistrate how to resolve this matter."
Now that you've all taken my antidote pills, you won't get infected while they're still effective, but you should still be careful.
While they're not paying attention to us yet, hurry back and don't let the people inside escape.
Otherwise, if tuberculosis spreads throughout Yongle County, it will be no small matter.
The entire Nanning Kingdom might suffer; we need to be careful.
"And what about you, Lady Su?"
Butler Shi was very worried about Su Luo's safety.
"I'll be fine for now. I'll keep an eye on them from here. You guys go and come back quickly, don't let the people here escape."
"Okay, okay..."
Master Ma walked ahead; it's not so much walking as fleeing for his life.
Su Luo and the others were already leaving, so when they saw Steward Shi and Master Ma running out, no one in the mansion stopped them.
The pot used to steam Master Qian's food began to smoke and grew hotter and hotter. Master Qian's face also began to turn red, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
No one paid attention to Master Qian, who was preparing to put Young Master Qian into the steamer in the same way.
These servants probably didn't know that their master and young master were suffering from tuberculosis, otherwise they wouldn't have dared to help the two of them into the steamer.
"Wenbin, Wenbin, don't be afraid. Mother will definitely heal you and your father, no matter what the cost."
Madam Qian covered her face with a handkerchief, stood two meters away from Qian Wenbin, and cried out loudly, "Wenbin, you must hold on for a while, you have to get rid of this disease from your body."
If you prevent all demons from entering your body, you will get better, you know? You must persevere. You are my only son, don't give up.
"If you don't get better, your mother will go crazy, she won't be able to bear it, and she'll have no choice but to go with you."
After saying that, he spat three more times: "You'll be fine, look at my mouth, talking nonsense."
Qian Wenbin was about to speak when he coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He wiped the blood from his chin with his sleeve and said with difficulty, "Mother, my chest hurts so much, breathing... hurts too... Please let me die... I'm in so much pain..."
"No, son, just bear with it. You'll be fine after today. Listen to the master."
Qian Wenbin suddenly smiled bitterly and even turned around to look at Su Luo.
That woman was just taking his pulse, and she still dares to stay here? Isn't she afraid he'll infect her with tuberculosis?
Perhaps she doesn't know any medical skills at all, and that technique she just used was just a coincidence.
"Alright, Madam, if the young master doesn't come soon, we'll miss our chance."
Namo the monk frowned, and even his large beard trembled.
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything more."
Qian Wenbin closed his eyes. He was only nineteen years old, but he had attended school and studied history. He knew that this treatment for tuberculosis was useless.
He was in so much pain that he thought it would be a relief for him and his father to die. After all, there was no way to save them anyway, so dying sooner would mean less suffering.
With the help of several people, Qian Wenbin was also put into a large wooden tub, but he was not yet lifted onto the iron pot to be steamed.
"Stop! This won't cure their illness; you'll only kill them. This is superstition; it won't have any medical effect whatsoever."
Su Luo didn't approach them, but stood in the corridor with her arms crossed as she spoke.
The people here are infected with tuberculosis. She is strong and healthy and not afraid, but there are elderly people and children at home, so she has to be careful all the time.
"Who are you to dare question me? This treatment cures all diseases. It was given to me by the Bodhisattva because he could not bear the suffering of the people."
Namo was very disdainful, and then said to Madam Qian, "Madam Qian, I cannot be interrupted in my actions. If I am interrupted and something goes wrong, I will not be responsible."
Listen to this, is this something a compassionate monk would say?
They even accepted so much silver from the Qian family; it's clearly a scam.
"Madam Su, our deal is done. You can leave now and don't concern yourself with our family's affairs."
Su Luo simply reminded them that since they themselves were so ignorant and foolish, and it wasn't her family members who died.
"Their illness is not incurable; you just haven't found the right approach."
Madam Qian shook her head and sighed deeply; "Madam Su, you don't understand anything. Do you even know what illness they have? If there were any other way, our family wouldn't be in this situation."
This is tuberculosis; this Lady Su is oversimplifying things.
"I know……"
Madam Qian scoffed and ignored Su Luo.
Seeing that the wealthy man's face was getting darker and darker in the steamer, and the water in the pot was about to boil, he would be scalded to death if he wasn't rescued soon.
"Madam Qian, quickly put Master Qian down! Quickly, this could really kill someone."
Everyone ignored Su Luo's words.
Since you won't listen to advice, then Su Luo will wait and see if you regret it.
Master Qian's voice was hoarse as he began to call out.
"Let me go... I need to get down... Help..."
With blurred vision, he saw his wife below. The wealthy man shouted in that direction as hard as he could, despite the pain in his lungs and throat.
"Madam... Madam, save me, it's so hot..."
When the water boiled, the wealthy man, Qian, could no longer bear it and frantically pounded on the wooden tub.
Without Madam Qian's orders, none of the maids or servants dared to move.
"Sister, you see, Master Namo's methods really work. My brother-in-law went from having no strength at all to being able to talk and shout, and he can even use his hands and feet. It really works!"
Mrs. Qian was initially worried, but after hearing her brother's words, she felt that there was some truth to them.
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