235 Two kinds of matching
Back in the courtyard, Sun Sicheng and Ping An were sure that the prescription given last time was effective, but it only suppressed the virus. Over time, when the virus could no longer be controlled, the person would die.
Qian Tongzhi brought his men over quickly.
Sun Sicheng discussed with them and decided to continue giving the villagers this medicine. A new prescription would be thought of as soon as possible. At that time, all the doctors who were currently thinking of a solution would be invited to discuss it together, and after it was confirmed, the medicine would be given to the villagers immediately.
"Master, the dead villagers must be buried immediately and all their clothes burned. Clean up as much as possible in their homes and disinfect them with quicklime. It's best to boil all their clothes in boiling water. They have no shortage of firewood."
Sun Sicheng nodded repeatedly: "Ping An is right. Otherwise, even if the person is well, the mess in the house must be infected with the virus."
Tongzhi Qian immediately ordered the yamen runners to notify the villagers to do the same. They had been so busy these days that no one had thought of this simple question.
Ping An ordered his people not to go out as much as possible, to rest or practice martial arts in the room, and to have the waiters bring them food. Even if there was a one in ten thousand chance of danger, it was best to avoid it if possible.
Sun Sicheng had no plan to stay with those doctors; there was no need for that.
The master and his disciple quickly used the second plan and prepared the medicine for five people. They gave it to Tongzhi Qian that afternoon.
Doctor Xie is one of them.
Unfortunately, after a day, there was some effect, but it was not very obvious. Sun Sicheng and Ping An felt that such a result did not satisfy them.
But others were different. They felt that the effect was good enough. If one day's medicine was not enough, they would drink it for a few more days. Even the prefect came to the inn with dark circles under his eyes and greeted Sun Sicheng.
Xie Xuewen came over and said, "My eldest son, everything is fine. My father said that he feels much better. This medicine is working well and his joint pain has eased a lot."
Sun Sicheng was delighted. Taoist Hu's prescription was indeed good, but he did not show it on his face: "I have tried the new prescription for two days, and the lesions have not been completely eradicated. It is just slightly better. I am afraid this is not enough. Ping An and I will think about it again."
Xie Xuewen sighed in his heart, the eldest son is the eldest son, he even brings his little apprentice along when talking about his achievements, but this kid is indeed not bad.
What he didn't know was that without Ping An, there would be no medical book, and no prescription, not to mention that Ping An had always given Sun Sicheng the best advice.
After Xie Xuewen left, Ping'an remembered the Ganlu Disinfection Pill that he and Xiaoshan had made.
"Master, do you remember the Ganlu Disinfection Pill that Xiaoshan and I made? That pill has no conflicting medicinal properties with this prescription. Can we take them together?"
"Ping An, was that prescription given by Master Hu? I have no other intention in asking you this. If it is his, we can use it without any worries. But if you got it from some other source, we don't have time to verify it."
Ping An didn't know how to answer: "Master, Master Hu told me this, but he said it was an ancient recipe, a very good one, and it wasn't something he came up with."
"Oh? An ancient recipe? That's very valuable. Wait, let me think about it. These seven herbs do not conflict with this recipe. Let's do this. They have already taken the medicine today. Give them this tomorrow. One pill per person. It's safe. That's a total of 122 people. Is that enough?"
Ping An nodded: "Master, that's enough. I counted them when I put them in the jar, and there are more than ten pills."
"Ping An, you keep the extra ones to prevent someone from taking two pills. Taking too much is not a good thing. I'll have someone send these herbs over. You lead the others to continue making this medicine. Make enough for two more days."
It's safe, but even if the symptoms are confirmed, we still need to strengthen our efforts to prevent the virus from resurfacing.
The next day, Sun Sicheng handed the Ganlu Disinfection Pill to the people in the yamen and asked them to tell the villagers to take it with the medicine soup. If it is effective, they should take it for two more days.
He was also extremely anxious. It was already the beginning of June and he had been delayed for seven or eight days. He hoped that the medicine would be effective this time and he could leave within three days.
Sun Siyuan has no intention of practicing medicine here. Not only does his eldest brother have to go to the border, he is now in the epidemic area, and he even has to go to the southwest as well. It seems that being too smart is not a good thing. It would be best if his son could be like him in the future.
He told this to Ma, who agreed with it deeply.
"Husband, it's only the beginning of June now, should we leave in early November?"
Sun Siyuan shook his head. "It's hard to say now. I can leave at any time. But if I go to the capital, I will have my grandfather and father. I won't be able to use my skills. It's better to stay here. The situation is not bad now. The Great Zhou is only fighting on the border, and there is no chaos in the country."
Ma stopped talking.
In fact, she also likes this kind of life where the emperor is far away and the couple lives a simple life with their daughter. They don’t have to pay respects to their parents-in-law every day and can do whatever they want.
But she seldom takes her child out now. The time the child was kidnapped right under her nose, she was almost scared to death. If it was really done by someone instigated by the small southwestern tribe, there is no guarantee that it won't happen again.
Fortunately, the child is only nine years old and not old enough to go out and show his face. After two years, she plans to hand him over to her eldest sister-in-law.
The effect of taking the two medicines together was very obvious. After one day, the villagers were almost fully recovered. Xie Xuewen even kowtowed directly to Sun Sicheng.
"My Lord, now that the disease has healed, are you leaving right away? I heard that you are also going to the border?"
It's no secret anymore.
Sun Sicheng nodded: "As a doctor, I also want to do my part for the Great Zhou. I am leaving early because I have some things to do in Yunzhou. I will wait for them in Yunzhou and go to the northern border as soon as they arrive."
"Master, I have also signed up to go to the border. Can I go with you?"
Sun Sicheng still admired this young doctor who was five or six years younger than him: "Okay, I think we can leave in two days."
"Thank you, young master." Xie Xuewen smiled like a flower. He could learn a lot by traveling with the young master, and he could also be with them when they got there.
"Master, you are busy. I have to go back."
My father has almost returned to his usual self today. As he is a doctor, the old house has always been cleaner than other yards. But that is not enough. My father said that he has enough strength now and will burn everything that can be burned in the house. Then he will stay in the old house for ten days before going home.
Now he just had his younger brother, his father was fine, and he could go to the border with peace of mind.
Another day passed, and almost all the villagers arrived at the village entrance, and kowtowed in the direction of the inn. The yamen runners had told them that the eldest son of Baicaotang had saved them, and except for a few people who died at the beginning, the rest were basically recovered.
The yamen runner took the precautions written by Ping'an and read aloud to the villagers from a distance, telling them how to clean the house after the epidemic was cured to prevent the epidemic from recurring. They had to take medicine for two days and were not allowed to leave the village for the time being.
Sun Sicheng took the silver himself and asked the yamen runners to deliver 100 jin of broken rice to each household in the village. Broken rice was 20 wen per jin at that time. There were 20 to 30 households, so this would only be 40 to 50 taels of silver. It was considered a token of his appreciation.
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