Chapter 292 Zhao Ergou is Sick
Sun Shuiqin's eyes welled up with tears.
She suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Ergou's sleeve.
Zhao Ergou seemed to have been touched by something dirty; he suddenly flicked his sleeve and took a step back.
Sun Shuiqin didn't expect him to react so strongly. Caught off guard, she was thrown off balance and fell backward. Luckily, there was a table nearby, otherwise she would have definitely fallen to the ground.
She gripped the corner of the table, tears welling in her eyes: "Brother Er Gou, you've forgotten the past..."
"Don't mention the past." Zhao Ergou said impatiently. "Also, if you have anything to say to me in the future, please ask Shagen to relay it to you."
After he finished speaking, he took a few steps and saw that Sun Shuiqin was still standing there. He said coldly, "Aren't you leaving? Are you trying to steal my things?"
Sun Shuiqin felt wronged and sad.
She bit her lower lip tightly, stepped out of the main room, and rushed out into the courtyard.
Zhao Ergou felt a headache coming on.
Although before... but now... in short, he doesn't want to have anything to do with Shagen's wife.
He continued moving the gift boxes, and a whole cartload of gift boxes was moved into the storeroom and neatly arranged. Only after he finished did he realize that he was covered in sweat.
In the dead of winter, he was wearing three layers of clothing, the innermost layer of which was completely soaked with sweat. If he didn't change, he might catch a cold.
He brought a basin of hot water into his room and washed himself. Just as he finished washing, he sneezed loudly and quickly put on his clothes to keep warm.
Next, it's time to get busy painting the walls.
However, quicklime needs to be soaked overnight to turn it into lime paste, allowing it to become sticky.
Zhao Ergou started working, but after a while, he started sweating again, and his hands and feet became weak and powerless.
"Ergou, why is your face so red?"
Cheng Wanwan walked in from the door and was startled to see his face was completely red.
She raised her hand and touched his forehead; it was burning hot—he had a fever.
"You child, you're not feeling well, why are you still forcing yourself to work? Go to bed right now!" Cheng Wanwan pushed him into the room. "Afu, quickly fetch Doctor Zheng!"
Ah Fu responded and quickly went to fetch someone.
Cheng Wanwan helped Zhao Ergou lie down, then turned and went to the kitchen to make ginger soup, hoping he would drink some hot soup to ward off the cold.
Doctor Zheng arrived quickly. He took the pulse, stroked his beard, and said, "The pulse is weak and floating, indicating that the pathogen is on the surface. The skin at the cun position is very hot... It is a febrile disease. It is necessary to induce sweating to reduce the fever. Ephedra, cinnamon twig, and notopterygium root can all reduce the fever. Let me prescribe a formula first."
The prescription was written down, and Afu went to get the medicine.
They brought back several large bags of medicine, and Chunhua was in charge of brewing it. She brewed a large bowl of dark, murky liquid, the smell of which almost suffocated Cheng Wanwan.
The purpose of taking these medicines is to dispel cold and reduce fever. They should be taken three times a day for three consecutive days until the body temperature drops.
However, traditional Chinese medicine takes effect slowly; sometimes, before the medicine takes effect, the patient may have already become mentally impaired due to the fever...
Zhao Ergou lay on the bed, somewhat drowsy.
Cheng Wanwan immediately bought a temperature gun from the mall and quickly measured her temperature.
39.5 degrees!
This is a high fever; in modern times, one would need to go to the hospital for a fever-reducing injection!
Cheng Wanwan initially thought it was just a minor cold, but after taking her temperature, she realized it could be a life-threatening situation.
After Chunhua brought in the brewed medicine, she woke Zhao Ergou up, pinched his nose, and made him drink the whole bowl. Unexpectedly, Zhao Ergou vomited it all up, and he was completely disoriented from vomiting.
“Grandpa said that Doctor Zheng used to be a barefoot doctor, and his medical skills aren’t very good.” Zhao Dashan’s face also showed anxiety. “I’ll go to town to find a doctor.”
Cheng Wanwan looked at the prescription and compared it with the Chinese medicine book she bought. There was nothing wrong with the prescription written by Zheng Langzhong. Any doctor in this era would have written a similar prescription. However, Chinese medicine emphasizes treating the root cause of the fever, rather than first bringing the temperature down. Therefore, no effect can be seen for the time being.
She said, "Dashan, tidy up this place and bring a basin of warm water."
As soon as Zhao Dashan left, she bought ibuprofen from the mall. This is a highly effective antipyretic in modern medicine, and the body temperature will drop within four hours after taking it.
She gave Zhao Ergou fever-reducing medicine and put a fever-reducing patch on his navel.
Next, we used physical methods to reduce the fever, placing a damp towel on his forehead and continuously wiping his body, armpits, hands, and feet...
Zhao Ergou finally opened his eyes as darkness fell.
"Mom, thank you for everything..."
He forced himself to sit up.
Cheng Wanwan touched his forehead: "The fever has finally gone down. You really worried me to death."
She finally experienced firsthand the agonizing pain a mother feels when her child is sick.
She asked Chunhua to bring in a bowl of porridge: "I know you don't have an appetite, but you have to finish it. Once you're full, go back to sleep, and you'll feel better tomorrow morning."
Zhao Ergou nodded and drank the whole bowl of porridge.
Cheng Wanwan carried the bowl out of the room, and when she got to the main room, she realized that she was sweating.
Zhao Ergou becomes a silly dog when he gets sick, and she doesn't want to become sickly.
She quickly bought a large bag of Banlangen (Isatis root) from the mall, brewed it with hot water, and gave each child a bowl: "This is a herbal remedy to dispel cold. You should all drink some so you don't get sick like Er Gou."
Shen Zheng took a sip and asked in surprise, "This tastes like herbal tea. Can it really ward off the cold?"
In his mind, medicine is very bitter, and after drinking it, one must eat candied fruit, otherwise the bitterness will linger in the mouth, making one feel nauseous.
Zhao Sidan finished the Banlangen granules in one gulp: "Mom, I want to drink another bowl."
Afu licked his lips: "Aunt Zhao's medicine tastes so good, I want to drink it again."
Cheng Wanwan sighed and said, "I'll cook it for you again tomorrow."
Isatis root is a very good traditional Chinese medicine that can prevent various colds and has antibacterial and antiviral properties. Nowadays, many people will brew a dose and drink it whenever they feel like it, especially during flu season.
However, in ancient times, Isatis root was not extracted; it was boiled in a medicine pot to make a dark, murky liquid. You can imagine what it tasted like. Modern processed Isatis root has added sucrose, so it tastes quite good, just like herbal tea. She actually quite likes to drink it.
After drinking a bowl of Banlangen (Isatis root), Cheng Wanwan felt much better.
That night, she would go to Zhao Ergou's room every now and then to check his temperature. Only when the temperature stabilized below 37 degrees Celsius did she dare to fall into a deep sleep.
She didn't sleep for half the night and didn't get up until the sun came out the next day.
She yawned as she walked out of the room and saw that her second son was already full of energy, stirring lime. He was full of spirit, and you could hardly tell that he had just been seriously ill yesterday.
Young men are much more resilient, unlike her, who gets tired easily after staying up all night.
Zhao Dashan and Zhao Ergou were mixing lime water. Lime mixed with water will turn into slaked lime. Because it had been left overnight, it became sticky and easy to apply to the wall. After the slaked lime was applied to the wall, it solidified and slowly turned back into quicklime. It can protect the earthen wall from insects and also has a certain aesthetic effect.
Everyone in the family got busy.
The wooden bed, table, and chairs in the room were moved out, and then the walls were painted. It required several coats of paint, and the color had to be applied evenly and smoothly. This job wasn't easy...
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