642 Worse than expected
"Aunt, can I take your pulse?"
In Ping'an's memory, Aunt Wang has always been an easy-going and gentle person, quiet, not talkative, and always smiling.
Now he has gained a lot of weight, his complexion is not very good, and his eyes lack the former spirit.
She looked at her husband standing beside her, and then at her son.
"Mom, please ask Ping An to examine him, and also examine Dad later."
"Thank you for your help, Ping An." Aunt Wang said softly and sat down at the table.
After a while, Ping An said softly, "Uncle Wang, Brother Wang, Aunt's illness is not serious for now. Decoction is the main treatment, supplemented by acupuncture. I will teach Uncle Wang some massage, and I will teach you to recognize the acupuncture points on Brother Wang. Over time, the effect will be much better. Otherwise, I am afraid that you will not recognize people after a long time."
The Wang family father and son both breathed a sigh of relief, as long as they could save him.
Huo Zhi also said the same thing. He said that this disease will eventually cause the patient to know nothing, recognize anyone, and completely lose his wisdom. Unless there is the best treatment, he can only control it slightly, but cannot cure it.
"Ping'an, please teach me." Father Wang's eyes were almost filled with tears.
When the child was eight years old, he helped the eldest son heal his leg. Later, he saved his son in the capital, and the eldest son helped him to be appointed an official. It can be said that the master and apprentice have a deep gratitude to the Wang family.
More than half an hour later.
Ping An took Xiao Wu and Lin Feng away from the Wang family.
Wang Qing, his father and his son did not return to the backyard until Ping'an's carriage was out of sight.
"Qing'er, it would be great if Jun'er could take Ping'an as his master."
Wang Jun looked at his father with big eyes. Even though he was only six years old, he had followed his father to study last year. He admired this uncle who was the top scholar to the extreme.
"Dad, let's talk about this later. Let's get through this difficult time first."
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When Ping'an and the others returned to the inn, Lord Huang had already gone back.
After Sun Sicheng and others had washed up safely, he asked about the situation at Wang Qing's home.
“Master, the little girl’s throat is full of blisters. The condition can be serious or minor. If it is not treated in time, it can be very dangerous.
Aunt Wang’s condition is also troublesome. If she is not treated in time, I’m afraid even her family may not recognize her in three to five years.
If I can give her acupuncture for a while, and combine it with herbal medicine and massage, she might get better, but I'm worried that once I come into contact with the patient, I won't be able to go to their home again."
"It's safe. We have just decided that these 100 doctors will be dispersed to various disaster-stricken areas starting tomorrow to treat common illnesses or injuries of the people. Huo Zhi will be in charge of this.
You, I, Zhu Yuanzheng and ten other doctors. Doctor Liao will stay in the back to prepare the medicine. The twelve of us will divide into six groups tomorrow and go to the six villages affected by the epidemic. This way we can calm the emotions of the villagers.
But in this case, we have to stay outside the city temporarily. We dare not go into the city for a short time. It is better to be safe than sorry. Ping An, you are in a group with the master, and Doctor Wang will be with us. He is your personal doctor. Are you afraid?"
"Master, I'm not afraid. We are lucky, have good medical skills, good medicine, and good protective measures. Nothing will happen. It's just that now I can't go to the Wang family. Huo Zhi's father has had a stroke and can't be cured in a short time.
Master, what should we do with these people?"
"Ping An, Wan Li, He Jin and others will go check on our properties starting tomorrow. We don't have to worry about the harvest, but those people are ours, so we can't ignore them.
Xiaoshan will stay in the tent with Doctor Liao to prepare medicine, Xiaoming will be in charge of delivering the medicine, and Xiaowu and Linfeng will have to stay with us."
Ping An whispered, "Brother Wang told me that there are more than a thousand villagers in the six villages, and more than 20% of them are infected. Master Huang didn't tell me this number."
Sun Sicheng was not surprised: "We already suspected this percentage. Mr. Huang didn't make it clear because he was afraid that we would be scared. In fact, his situation is also very difficult.
There are currently six plague villages, and his previous control was a bit lax. Unless we can quickly control it, if we don’t come up with the best prescription in another ten days, half of the people will die, at least this many.”
Close your eyes peacefully.
The master didn't scare him at all.
If the virus cannot be controlled at this point, people will really die in large numbers.
At that time, the villagers who are not sick will rush out regardless of everything, no longer caring whether the virus is hidden in your body or whether others will be infected.
This is human nature. Even ants are greedy for life.
"Go to sleep. It's going to be hard starting tomorrow."
In his heart, Sun Sicheng wanted Doctor Wang to replace Ping An, and he didn't care what others said afterwards.
But Ping'an has always had good luck, excellent medical skills, and many unexpected good ideas. If we take him with us, maybe we can find a really good prescription.
Yuhang cannot be in chaos, and too many people cannot die.
Listening to his disciple's shallow breathing, Sun Sicheng couldn't fall asleep for a long time. He especially hoped that the Taoist priest could come to Ping An's dream and give him guidance on how to overcome the plague.
A peaceful night without dreams.
He was awakened early in the morning by a quarrel at the door of the inn.
Looking out the window, it was still gray and foggy.
"Are you awake?"
Ping An saw that the master had already washed up and said, "I have been living in a carriage for a month and a half. I finally slept on the kang last night. I really didn't want to wake up."
Sun Sicheng smiled and said, "I was thinking that the Taoist priest appeared in your dream last night, but it seems that he didn't."
Ping An said regretfully, "We haven't met once since then. I don't know what the Taoist priest was busy with, but the last time we met he said he would come back to pick me up after a hundred years. If that's the case, we will be fine this time.
Master, remember what you said. Live longer and then we can go together with the Taoist priest.
He is exactly twenty years older than his master, and the master is two years older than his master.
Hey, why is there so much noise outside?
“An escort named Hu was outside the inn, begging our group to go to his village. He had something to do in the city before the incident, and he couldn’t go home after the village was sealed off. He has parents, wife, and children at home.
Captain Fang is also guarding here. His home is in another village, and he also wants us to go to his village, or Zhu Yuanzheng's group can go there."
Ping An didn't care: "If that's the case, our two groups can just go to different villages. We can always do a favor."
Sun Sicheng sighed, "There are more than just these two people. These six villages are not far from the city. Many people in the city are from these six villages. Mr. Huang and Mr. Ou have already arrived at the inn. I just discussed with the director. We will draw lots at the door of the inn. Whoever draws the lot will go there."
Ping An frowned, thinking that this could actually be treated with some humanity.
For example, Fang Jingye, the chief constable of the yamen, was a very conscientious man. He followed them around and arranged their arrangements yesterday.
"Master, I'm going to wash up and go down to take a look later. I don't have to listen to Master Huang."
Sun Sicheng said nothing.
When you are away from home, especially in situations like this, it is better to listen to local officials than to make decisions on your own.
It is obvious that Lord Yuanzheng has the same idea as Lord Huang.
In truth, the imperial physicians were all very skilled in medicine, and once they determined that the medicine used in a certain village was effective, other villages would naturally use it as well, but only for one day at night.
Of course, we cannot say that there is no difference at all. Some people's illness may be stuck on this day.
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