641 Go to Wang's House
Lin Feng and Xiao Wu took their medical kits and hurriedly followed him out of the inn.
In the carriage.
Wang Qing was in a heavy mood. "Ping An, your suggestion is good, but it is still very unsafe. The disease is still highly contagious. I'm afraid that the patients in these six villages account for 20% to 30% of the total."
Ping An was still shocked when he heard this number.
Mr. Huang did not reveal this.
"Brother Wang, things have come to this point. There is no better way. The villagers no longer believe in remote treatment.
I am worried that if the epidemic breaks out somewhere else, the entire Yuhang Prefecture will be out of control and out of control.
During this time, you must instruct your family to go out as little as possible. Those who go out to purchase goods must take off their outer clothes at the gate of the courtyard and wash them with hot water or burn them directly before returning. The city cannot be said to be 100% safe. "
Wang Qing smiled bitterly: "I was very happy when I was transferred to Jiangnan more than a year ago. Jiangnan has always been a place I have always wanted to visit. I never thought..."
He just kept shaking his head.
"Brother Wang, don't be discouraged. Everything will pass."
Wang Qing's home was not far from the government office, and he bought the house for the convenience of going to work.
When the doorman saw that it was his own son returning, he hurriedly opened the door.
The Wang family's house is a large house with three courtyards, and the front yard is pitch black at this time.
"Ping'an, my parents should be in my yard." Wang Qing walked hurriedly.
Wang Qing's yard was in the third entrance. Just as they arrived at the east gate, they heard a child crying sharply.
Wang Qing's pace became faster.
Ping An smiled faintly behind him. He thought that Brother Wang was a truly good man. In fact, the fact that the child was crying so loudly proved that he was fine and in good spirits. Why was there any need to be so anxious?
Wang's parents were both in the main hall of the third courtyard. A young woman was holding a little girl and coaxing her. The little girl was crying at the top of her lungs, and a little boy of six or seven years old was following her closely.
"Dad, Mom, Madam, Ping An is here."
The Wang family was shocked to see a young man as handsome as jade coming into their house, followed by two guards who also looked very heroic.
"It's Ping An, it's really Ping An, no, you should call me Marquis." Father Wang was about to salute immediately.
Ping An stepped forward to stop him: "Uncle Wang, just call me Ping An. Brother Wang and I are brothers."
He bowed to the two elders again and said, "We just arrived in the evening. It is really rude to come here at this time."
He bowed slightly to Madam Wang Qing and called her sister-in-law.
Mrs. Wang Qing hurriedly brought her son to pay her respects to Ping An. This man was a great benefactor to the Wang family.
The little girl forgot to cry for a moment, and stared at Ping An with her big eyes. Seeing Ping An looking at her, she actually became shy.
Wang Qing was also speechless.
My little daughter, who is just three years old, also loves to look at "beauties".
My son's mouth was open, his eyes were wide open, and he was also looking at me stupidly.
"Jun'er, Wan'er, this is the Uncle Ping'an I've always told you about. He is the most capable man."
The little boy nodded: "I know, there is a portrait of Uncle Ping An in Dad's study."
After saying that, Wang Jun fell to his knees and bowed deeply: "I, Wang Jun, pay my respects to my uncle."
The little girl also struggled to get off the ground and knelt beside her brother: "Wan'er greets uncle."
Ping'an saw that there were tears in the little girl's bright eyes and her voice was a little hoarse because of the sore throat, so her speech was a little unclear. Even so, she still followed her brother to greet the guests.
There is nothing to say about Brother Wang’s education.
"Jun'er, Wan'er, get up quickly. I already know from your father's letter that you are the most polite and well-behaved children."
Ping'an pulled the child up and took out the gifts he had prepared in advance from his arms: a little golden eagle for the boy and a little golden butterfly for the girl, both with red ropes.
Similar things were prepared for the two children in Huo Zhi's family, but the shapes were slightly different.
The silversmith skills of Chen Xuan's family are really good, and the things they make are lifelike.
Both children were very happy.
"Wan'er, can uncle check your throat? It won't hurt if it's healed. I will heal you. Do you believe me?"
Ping An spoke in a soft voice and smiled faintly.
The little girl thought about it and nodded.
"Wan'er, you don't have to look at me, just look at the butterfly. Uncle promises that you won't feel any pain."
The little girl nodded happily. If just looking at the butterflies could cure her sore throat, then of course she would be willing to do so.
The Wang family just looked at the butterfly obediently, not daring to breathe, waiting for Ping An's subsequent treatment.
Ping'an took a silver needle in one hand and quickly inserted it into Wan'er's jade pillow acupoint.
Without waiting for the little girl to fall, he picked her up and handed her to Wang Qing.
"Brother Wang, hold her and sit down. I need to check her throat. You said Brother Huo had to prick it and apply medicine. I guess I have to do the same. Otherwise, the medicine won't go down and the inflammation won't heal."
Wang Qing nodded. Ping'an's silver needle skills were quite good, and the eldest son's silver needle acupuncture was well-known throughout the Great Zhou.
Ping'an opened the medical box, found the medicine he wanted and put it in his arms.
"Uncle Wang, please light two more candles. I need to check Wan'er's throat."
"Hey, hey." Mr. Wang woke up from his trance. Ping An actually made his little granddaughter fall asleep easily.
After a few candles illuminated the surroundings, Ping'an pinched Xiao Wan'er's jaw open.
He exhaled softly.
The little girl was indeed suffering, but she was actually quite well behaved. There were so many blisters in her throat that they almost blocked her throat. How could she eat? Even swallowing saliva was extremely painful.
"Brother Wang, hold on tight. I'll puncture her blisters and apply some good medicine. She'll be healed in three days."
"Peace, just do it."
Wang Qing felt distressed. After two generations of being the only son in the family, he now had a son and a daughter. Children were especially precious to the Wang family.
A quarter of an hour later.
Ping An put away the medicine in his hand, and Lin Feng took the silver needle and disinfected and cleaned it.
"Brother Wang, you can carry her to the kang. She can sleep a little longer and the medicine in her throat will be absorbed by then. I will come back tomorrow and she will be basically healed in three days."
He repeated what should be paid attention to.
Wang Qing handed the child to his wife.
Ping An took out a small pile of medicine from the medical box and said, "Brother Wang, keep these. The names and uses of the medicines are clearly marked on the outside of the bottles. These medicines are very good. Try to keep them as a precaution.
And this bottle of medicine was just given to Wan'er. If it's not convenient for me to come tomorrow, you can give it to the child yourself. Don't feel bad if the child cries. If you feel too bad, the child won't get better."
Wang Qing's face turned red. Yesterday, Huo Zhi also wanted to puncture the blisters in the child's throat. However, Huo Zhi was not an expert in using silver needles, and the child was so young, so he didn't dare to puncture the fainting point. Before he even started, the child started crying so frighteningly that his wife immediately felt reluctant to let him go.
"Ping An, are you saving these medicines for yourself and your people? Is it enough for me to take them?"
Ping An chuckled: "Brother, I definitely have some myself. I wouldn't dare come here without enough good medicine for this trip to Jiangnan."
He turned to Wang Qing's mother.
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