"Dr. Wang, you go over there, I'll take care of things here."
Even though Shulan's heart sank, she had to deal with everything at hand first.
He handed the medicine packet to the bearded man next to him, unfolded his silver needle bag, and went to the woman who had just vomited, whose eyes rolled back, white saliva was at the corners of her mouth, and who was even twitching—a very frightening sight.
The needle was quickly inserted into the acupoint, and the patient, who had been convulsing, immediately calmed down.
Wang Yaozhi, who was originally going to come over, simply raised an eyebrow: "Then I'll trouble you."
Without hesitation, he turned around and went to deal with the vomiting patient.
Shulan, disregarding the dirt on the patient's body, began to take his pulse.
He Fengmian was not idle either, knowing that it was definitely an epidemic.
He then handed the medicinal powder that Shulan had brought over to Wang Yaozhi's eldest apprentice, Huang Qin, saying, "There is a recipe for the medicinal powder inside. Grind it into powder according to the recipe and sprinkle some everywhere."
Huang Qi could tell from the smell of the medicinal powder that it was a good thing, and quickly said, "General, don't worry."
Clutching the medicine, I jogged out to make arrangements.
He Fengmian looked around the makeshift shed, where nearly two hundred people were lying or sitting, but only six doctors were available to see patients individually.
"Doctor, how is my mother?"
An urgent question interrupted He Fengmian's thoughts.
Shulan gave a reassuring smile and said, "Your mother's condition has stabilized for the time being. It's not a serious illness. As long as she takes her medicine on time and rests well, she'll be fine."
Your mother hasn't been eating much these past few days. You can give her some boiled water every now and then. Remember, it must be boiled water, not tap water, understand?
While taking their pulses, she asked them about their journey, especially what they had experienced.
When they realized that they had all survived near-death experiences in the mountains and forests, and that many of them had lost their lives there, they felt a sense of relief and relief amidst their misfortune.
Unfortunately, these refugees were indeed a plague.
Fortunately, this is arguably the mildest form of malaria among all plagues.
Modern people, especially young people, may not be familiar with malaria.
Because, several years ago, my country had already successfully obtained malaria-free certification. What does this mean?
This means that, thanks to the hard work of generations, from 30 million cases of infection in the 1940s to the present, our country has not reported any locally transmitted malaria cases for many consecutive years.
As one of the world's most populous countries, this is truly a remarkable achievement, and one that has not come easily.
What is malaria?
In Chinese folklore, there is a very simple and clear colloquial name for it: "hair loss".
It is an acute infectious disease caused by Plasmodium parasites and is mostly transmitted through mosquito bites.
Those infected may experience intermittent chills and fever, and if they do not receive timely treatment, they may die due to the disruption of blood supply to vital organs.
In ancient times, malaria was believed to be caused by miasma, because the miasma caused by mosquitoes in the mountains and forests could easily lead to malaria.
This disease has a long incubation period, ranging from a minimum of about thirteen days to a maximum of one month.
These people probably contracted the disease on the way here, and the illness only developed when they relaxed their guard.
Fortunately, Shulan had previously worked in Africa, where many people suffered from this condition, and she helped many people recover using traditional Chinese medicine.
While comforting the patients around her, Shulan said to He Fengmian, "I need paper and pen."
As soon as she finished speaking, a person came over with paper and pen in his hand. However, what this person held was not a brush, but a small, black vertical strip with fine lines wrapped around its surface, like a pencil.
Shulan's eyes widened, her expression clearly saying: So fast?
He Fengmian looked at her expression, a smile flashing across his eyes, and said, "Give it a try."
Shulan picked up a 'pencil' and wrote something. It looked a bit strange, but it didn't affect her writing.
She began writing a prescription quickly, when someone leaned closer and asked, "Do you know how to treat this?"
It turned out to be Wang Yaozhi, who had just been receiving treatment over there. Looking at the prescription she had written on it: Bupleurum root one qian, raw immature bitter orange peel one qian, magnolia bark one qian, green tangerine peel...
Shulan nodded as she wrote quickly: "Yes, the patient's damp-heat and phlegm obstruct the membrane, which is a case of dampness suppressing heat. The first step should be to dispel dampness and resolve phlegm, and to allow the membrane to open up."
Wang Yaozhi's eyes lit up when he heard her words.
Looking at her prescription, I saw the following ingredients: Bupleurum, raw Citrus aurantium, Magnolia officinalis, Citrus reticulata peel, prepared Glycyrrhiza uralensis, Scutellaria baicalensis, Platycodon grandiflorus, Amomum tsao-ko, Areca catechu, and Nelumbo nucifera stem.
He said to himself, "Bupleurum and Scutellaria clear away pathogenic heat."
Shulan nodded and continued, "Fructus Aurantii Immaturus and Radix Platycodi ascend and descend respectively to develop the Qi of the upper Jiao, while Cortex Flos and Fructus Amomi are pungent and strong, dispel foulness, dry dampness and resolve phlegm, to promote the smooth flow of Qi in the middle Jiao."
Wang Yaozhi's eyes grew brighter and brighter as he said, "Green tangerine peel and areca nut help to lower qi, break up stagnation, eliminate phlegm and resolve accumulations, thus dredging the qi in the lower jiao... When these herbs are combined, they have the effect of penetrating the exterior and harmonizing the three jiaos, clearing dampness and heat, and all symptoms can be cured... That's it, that's it, how come I didn't think of that?"
Towards the end, everyone started to get excited.
After Shulan finished writing the prescription, she did not stop, but began to write another prescription.
There are four types of malaria, and based on her past experience and the symptoms these people had described, she concluded that there are two main types of malaria here.
One type is vivax malaria, and the other is malignant malaria. As long as the right treatment is given, the mortality rate can be reduced.
She quickly wrote down the two prescriptions and instructed: "Decoct a large amount of the medicine and take it twice a day. The symptoms should be relieved after three days."
Looking into her confident and determined gaze, He Fengmian nodded: "Okay."
With the prescription in hand, and with Shulan and Wang Yaozhi able to use silver needles to treat those critically ill patients who were vomiting or convulsing,
When they learned that there was now medicine to save them, they felt a little lighter, and the pain in their backs seemed to lessen.
Everything is moving in a positive direction.
He Fengling had been paying close attention to the situation there, and after listening to what Shi San had to say...
His handsome face was full of a devilish smile: "Could it be that, as that old geezer said, this Xie family girl is this kid's benefactor?"
Shisan did not answer, and He Fengling did not care.
He was in a good mood at the moment. Even though he had been busy with official duties for the past few days and hadn't slept much, and his head was throbbing slightly, it couldn't hide his good mood.
Upon learning that many refugees had fallen ill, he began to worry that it would become an uncontrollable epidemic.
If that's the case, it will not only affect all the people in the city, but it could even infect the entire army, allowing other countries to take advantage of the situation—then the He family would be sinners for all time.
However, if we want this border town to develop and prosper, we need people.
This is a golden opportunity.
He closed his eyes, leaning against the wheelchair as if boneless, a smile playing on his lips, and said, "Looks like I made the right bet."
His smile grew wider and wider, and he said with a carefree air, "That's wonderful!"
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