653 He can't cure this
"Bang, bang, bang."
Ping An and the other two sat up.
"Master Ping An, my master is in a state of fever and is completely confused."
"Youdong, don't worry, I'll be right there."
The patients in Fangjia Village got much better after drinking his Schisandra chinensis soup. The village chief became like a normal person, and Dacheng was almost fully recovered.
Huo Zhi also made some medicine for him to drink last night, so why didn't it work?
Is this a change in the virus?
Ping An and the other two dressed as quickly as possible.
"Xiao Wu, Lin Feng, you listen to me. You don't have to follow me in to boil water, cook, disinfect, and do these things."
Xiao Wu nodded. It was useless for them to follow him. It would be better to do these meaningful little things.
Ping An entered the room carrying a medical kit and opened the window.
It's already October, and it's still a bit cold in the early morning.
But Huo Zhi's face was burning red, and he felt hot even with the gloves on.
"Youdong, take off his clothes, leaving only his underwear. I will cool him down physically and give him acupuncture."
Huo Youdong didn’t know what physical cooling was, but he knew that what Ping An said was right, so he just did it.
Ping An came to the door and called out, "Lin Feng, get a basin of warm water and put it at the door. You don't have to bring it in."
"Understood, Master."
Youdong took off his master's clothes: "Master Ping'an, what should I do?"
Ping An took out a small jar the size of a palm from the medical box, took out a ball of cotton wool, and then took out a small bottle of alcohol.
"Youdong, take this cotton ball and dip it in alcohol and wipe his forehead, armpits, soles of feet, and knees. Wipe again and again."
"yes."
Ping An took the basin of water that Lin Feng had placed at the door, helped Huo Zhi sit up, and wiped his back and other parts of his body with warm water over and over again.
A quarter of an hour later, Huo Zhi's temperature dropped a lot.
"Youdong, hold on while I give him acupuncture to detoxify him."
After more than a dozen injections, Ping'an's forehead was already covered with sweat.
Huo Zhi felt like he was about to die in the second half of the night until Youdong came to visit him, but he could no longer speak.
By the time Ping'an and Youdong wiped his body, he had slowly come back to his senses.
"Ping An, I felt very comfortable after taking the medicine last night, but I felt something was wrong in the second half of the night. Soon my temperature went up and I couldn't breathe. I knew Dong had come in, but I couldn't speak. This disease is really severe."
"I know. Don't talk now. The virus in you is different from the one in Fangjia Village. Theirs is mild, but yours is fierce. If I'm not by your side, I'm afraid you won't be able to survive the whole day."
Ping An got the needle.
"Huo Zhi, I have to go to the entrance of Fangjia Village later. You and Youdong stay here. I will be back at noon."
"Don't worry, I'm not a child. Be careful out there. I'll go out and wash myself properly and change my clothes inside and out."
Huo Youdong breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he followed Master Ping'an. If he was still in the West District, he wouldn't know what to do.
"Master, I will go prepare some water for washing up."
Before Huo Zhi could nod, he disappeared.
"You said before that your people are not as good as mine. I think having a few of them is pretty good."
Huo Zhi raised the corner of his lips and said, "Aren't I just trying to make you feel sorry for them? But they are the only ones who are good. The others are still far behind your people.
Ping An, please take me with you when you return to Beijing. I don’t want to stay here and be the boss anymore.”
"Okay, as long as you're willing, take a good rest, eat a few bites and I'll leave."
Huo Zhi closed his eyes peacefully.
With Ping An by his side, he doesn't have to worry about anything.
Outside the courtyard gate, Huo Youdong watched Younan get off the carriage and hurried over.
"Why are you here so early?"
"Brother Dong, I arrived at the city gate last night and asked Captain Fang, only then did I know that you and Master Ping An were here. It was too late, so I rested in the carriage for the night and rushed here before dawn.
How is the master?"
Youdong whispered, "The disease our master has contracted is quite serious. He had a high fever in the second half of the night. Master Ping'an just gave him an injection. He is feeling much better now."
He told Younan what happened last night and just now.
Younan was speechless for a long while.
My master must have been very lucky in his previous life to meet Master Ping'an in this life. It was Master Ping'an who saved his life several times in danger.
“I found a way to get a lot of medicine, and handed the letter to Uncle Xi, but I didn’t tell him about the master.
Uncle Xi said that the old lady was still cursing at home, saying that the master had no conscience and cared about the people outside but not her own eldest brother. "
"Don't be angry, as long as the master is fine, nothing else matters."
Ping An took Xiao Wu and Lin Feng out, and it was already dawn.
When we arrived at the tent in Fangjia Village, Dacheng and the village chief were already waiting there.
"Master Ping An, I finally got you."
"There was a problem with the carriage on the way, so we were delayed a bit. Is there anything urgent?"
"Master Ping An, the patients in the village have all gotten better after drinking the medicine you gave them, but my mother had a fever again last night, but it's not very serious."
"Village chief, could you please go back with Dacheng and bring his mother over to me?"
"Oh, that's great."
The village chief nodded hurriedly and agreed. Dacheng's mother's health was too poor. If it weren't for Master Ping'an's medicine, she would probably have died.
Dacheng’s father is gone, and his grandparents are gone too. His mother cannot die, otherwise the child will become an orphan.
Dacheng's mother was placed on a donkey cart by the village chief and Dacheng, and there were several villagers watching from a distance.
This is a woman in her early thirties. There is not much flesh on her face, let alone a good complexion. She looks very old.
The village chief and Dacheng helped her sit down on the chair. If it weren't for the two of them supporting her, Ping An would have been blown away by a gust of wind.
Ping'an thought of his mother, who was already forty years old, but looked much younger than this woman.
Ping An asked some questions, but the woman had no strength to answer. Her voice was very low and he couldn't hear it clearly from the distance.
Dacheng could only answer for him, and because he was anxious, his words were incoherent.
Ping An thought about it and decided to wrap himself up tightly and prepare to move closer.
Just as Xiao Wu and Lin Feng were about to move, Ping An stopped them.
"Go boil some water. What's the point? You guys will need to change my clothes when I come back."
He walked to a distance of ten feet from the woman and stopped.
Only then did he see her expression clearly and asked her some careful questions, and his heart sank.
He couldn't cure the woman's illness.
Only then did Dacheng realize that his mother had a malignant tumor in her stomach, and it had been there for half a year.
He knelt down in front of Ping An and said, "Master Ping An, please save my mother. She is the only one I have."
Ping An couldn't bear it, so he walked forward a few steps and took her pulse.
After a while, he let go of her hand and had no intention of touching the tumor in her abdomen again.
According to her, it's already as big as a fist. Where is the right environment for surgery now? Besides, even if she has surgery, how can her body withstand it?
The woman said softly, "Master Ping An, don't be embarrassed. I know I can't make it. Even if there is no plague, I can't survive. I have been very uncomfortable these past few months."
The village chief sighed, "You should tell me if you have something like this on your body. It's better to treat it as soon as possible."
The woman shook her head and said, "Village chief, it's useless. I went to Huashou Hall and they said that only the eldest son and Master Ping'an can be cut open. But if the thing is not good, it will be useless even if it is cut. The old doctor said that mine is most likely not good."
The woman spoke a lot in one breath, breathing heavily.
"Master Ping An, is my son okay?"
Ping An shook his head: "He's fine, he'll be fine."
The woman smiled and said, "That's good. My son is twelve years old this year. He is very well behaved and sensible. Master Ping'an, he will be alone after I leave. Can you take him in as a long-term worker?"
Dacheng started to cry.
"Aunt, I'll prescribe some medicine for you. Go back and take good care of yourself. Maybe you will get better."
Ping An thought about it and said, "If your body recovers better, maybe my master and I can work together to remove the tumor for you. You have to live well for Dacheng."
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