645 Young Man
Ping'an and his companions soon arrived at Fangjia Village, which was only an hour's journey away from the provincial capital, so it was quite close.
Captain Fang, Xiao Wu and the others set up two tents 20 meters away from the village entrance for medical consultation.
A dozen or so tents were set up a dozen meters away. These were where dozens of officers and soldiers stayed. Once they came into contact with these patients, even at a long distance, they would not dare to go back to the city rashly.
As the old saying goes, it's better to be safe than sorry.
Fortunately, they didn't have to stay in tents at night. There were some old houses not far from here. The people had already left, so they could live there.
The tents were all existing and were set up very quickly. Fang Jingye also led people to build two simple stoves in the leeward area not far from the tents.
Food can be delivered three times a day, but hot water is not very convenient, after all, there are so many people and it is autumn.
It is impossible to burn all the outerwear and masks that are taken off every day, so you can only scald them in boiling water and wash them before reuse.
Ping An noticed that the villagers gathered in groups of three or four at the entrance of the village, and some even ran home. Soon, they carried patients out on wooden boards.
Captain Fang came over and said, "Master, can I talk to them now?"
He was holding a very simple megaphone in his hand. Ping An had tested this thing and it could indeed transmit sound quite far.
"Sure, tell them clearly and let them stay at home to recover. There's no need to rush over. Their viruses are basically the same. If we use the right prescription, we can give them all medication right away. Let's send a half-grown child first, one who can walk on his own and speak clearly."
Captain Fang nodded and said, "Master, I understand. This is my home. I have lived here for more than 30 years. They will listen to me."
He walked forward for a while and stopped ten feet away from the village entrance.
Tears started flowing before he could say anything. He had often come here to shout these days, so he naturally knew that his own family had not been infected yet. However, people in his uncle's and third uncle's families had been infected. Even if they had not died of the disease yet, it was enough to make people tremble with fear.
The villagers just followed the government's request and temporarily lived in the east and west parts, with lime powder separating the east and west parts, but no other protective measures were taken. The medicine used by Huo Dongjia and his team only slightly reduced the speed of infection at the beginning, but it had no effect in the past two days.
There are only about 300 people in their village, and now 40 to 50 of them have been infected, not including their families. Who knows if these family members have already had these lesions?
Ping'an listened to Captain Fang's speech. Not to mention that this man spoke very well and explained things clearly. The villagers were quite excited at first and some disagreed, but they soon calmed down.
Ping'an noticed a man about fifty years old opposite the village, probably the village chief. That man's words carried a lot of weight. Soon a child of about twelve or thirteen years old slowly walked over.
Captain Fang came over and said, "The village chief is my fourth uncle. My father has four brothers. People in my eldest uncle's and third uncle's families have all been infected. But the one coming here now is the son of my childhood friend. My childhood friend died in an accident a few years ago. This child's grandfather and grandmother died of the disease just two days ago."
He lowered his head and said, "Every time I come back, I stay far away, delivering some things or medicines, leaving them on the ground. After I leave, they come and pick them up. So, I basically know the situation in the village."
The boy stopped and said, "Uncle Jingye, can I stand here?"
The young man had delicate features, but his complexion looked very bad, with a hint of blue.
Captain Fang looked at Sun Sicheng.
Sun Sicheng smiled and said, "You can go a little further. I'll tell you how to do it, okay?"
"Dacheng, this is the eldest son, the most capable person. If you listen to him, he will definitely heal you."
Dacheng knelt down with a plop: "Master, can I let my mother treat it instead? Her illness is worse than mine."
The young man looked at Sun Sicheng pitifully with tears in his eyes.
"Dacheng, I have examined you and will prescribe two prescriptions for you. You and your mother can take one each. Come back in the evening and tell me if you feel better. Is this feasible?"
They brought some medicinal herbs in the tent, and if they were missing, they would ask someone to go back and get them.
If the prescription happens to match the disease, it will be immediately sent to Doctor Liao and Xiaoshan, who will prepare enough medicine in the shortest time possible and give it to the sick villagers in the six villages.
The young man nodded and kowtowed three times to Sun Sicheng seriously.
"No need to kowtow. Listen. I will ask you many questions. What did you eat before you became ill? How much did you eat? How many days did you start to get sick? I heard about your grandparents. What were their symptoms from the onset of illness to their death? How many people were there in total? How did you and your mother get sick?
Dacheng, please explain as clearly as possible, this is very important to us, okay?"
The young man spoke calmly and steadily, and Ping'an and the master listened carefully, not daring to be careless at all.
After all, there was a distance of four or five meters between them. The boy's voice was loud at first, but gradually it became much lower, probably because he was exhausted.
A quarter of an hour later.
The master and disciple discussed the prescription for the epidemic. The situation described by Dacheng was a bit complicated. Four people in his family were sick, but the conditions of the four people were not quite the same.
"I can't take their pulse in person, and I can't personally observe how they get sick and become seriously ill. Ping An, this prescription is not easy to prescribe."
"Master, the plague after the flood may not be cured by Schisandra chinensis soup, but it will definitely alleviate the symptoms. This recipe was told to me by the Taoist priest."
Ping'an quickly wrote down the prescription on the paper: Schisandra chinensis, Atractylodes macrocephala, Rehmannia glutinosa, Licorice, and Atractylodes lancea.
Sun Sicheng knew this prescription, and it was recorded in the medical book compiled by Ping An.
"I think it can, at least it can relieve some of the symptoms. I don't think it's that easy to find the right medicine for the condition. Here are some of these medicines. Go and prepare two sets and ask Dacheng to take them back. Ask him to boil them and drink them as soon as he gets home. Ask him to come back in the evening and talk about it. If it can relieve some of the symptoms, tell the director and other imperial doctors tomorrow."
Sun Sicheng and Ping An knew the prescriptions that Huo Zhi and his colleagues had given to the patients before. One was honeysuckle flowers boiled in water to drink, and the other was Ma Xing Shi Gan Decoction. These did play a certain role in the early stages and more or less slowed down the progression of the disease, but it seemed that it could not be controlled in the past two days.
Ping'an quickly prepared two prescriptions and handed them to Dacheng using a long bamboo pole.
"Dacheng, remember, as soon as you get back, boil some medicine for yourself and your mother. Boil three bowls of water until one bowl of each medicine is left. Do this twice a day.
Come here again in the evening. If the medicine is effective, you will feel some difference. We will prepare it for all patients as quickly as possible.
Of course, this prescription alone may not be able to cure you, but it is good to be able to alleviate the symptoms. At least it can give us more time to help you heal, so that we are not too late, understand?"
Dacheng's eyes were filled with tears. How could he not know what Prince Ping'an said? His grandparents died because they could not wait for the talents from the capital to come.
It's the same if he doesn't want his mother.
He put the medicine bag on the ground, kowtowed to Sun Sicheng and Ping An politely, and then trotted back to the village with the medicine bag.
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