Han Su looked at the mess on the ground and said to the maid, "Don't touch it directly. Go and clean it up with some wood ash."
The maid quickly agreed, but after taking a few steps she was surprised to find that Han Su not only did not wear a face mask, but was also so close to Wu Zhi.
She took out a new face towel from her bosom and handed it to Han Su, "Doctor Han, you should also stay away from it. Be careful not to get sick."
Han Su shook his head, "No need."
The maid who was there to chop ice came back, and with her came the housekeeper Shan.
Butler Shan asked with concern, "How is Doctor Wu?"
Han Su took the ice, then found some gauze to wrap it up and tied it to Wu Zhi's forehead. "Nothing will happen as long as I'm here."
"Luckily, Doctor Han is here," Shan Bo flattered him, "We feel at ease with you here."
Han Su lifted the quilt from Wu Zhi and asked a maid to wipe her limbs with warm water while another maid cleaned up the mess in the room. He then asked Shan Bo to move to the yard to talk.
The two came to the yard.
Han Su asked, "Has the house been checked?"
Shan Bo nodded, "After checking, we found five people who were unwell and they were placed in the outer garden rooms."
"Call him to the medicine room later, and I will treat him myself."
"Then thank you for your help."
"It's my duty as a doctor, so don't be polite." Han Su continued, "I'll prescribe another Zhengxie Plaster. You can calculate the number of people and prescribe the medicine accordingly. Have everyone in the house boil it and take it once a day for three days. This will prevent infection."
"Okay." Butler Shan hurriedly ordered a servant to call the people from the wing room, and then he personally went to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and asked Han Su to write the prescription.
After writing it, Butler Shan took the prescription and hurried to get the medicine.
At this time, the maids had also cleaned up the room.
Han Su prepared some incense to dispel evil spirits and burned it to fumigate the house.
The aroma of medicine spreads, dispelling the sick air in the room.
Han Suxun went to the medicine shelf and saw two sets of Zhengxie patches on it. He opened one and found that it was the recipe he had come up with.
He looked at the person sleeping on the bed and snorted, "You don't need the person, but the recipe is easy to use."
Then he opened the medicine, gave it to the maid outside to boil, and drank it himself.
Wu Zhi woke up and found herself lying on the bed, her head feeling a little heavy.
She reached out and touched it, untied the thing tied to her forehead, and found that it was ice.
"Ajahn?"
"Awake?" A man came in from outside holding a bowl of medicine.
Wu Zhi was shocked when she saw it clearly, "It's you? Why are you here?"
"Your A-Jiang asked me to come," Han Su said with a sour look in his eyes, "so I had no choice but to come and see him."
Wu Zhi didn't have the energy to argue with him, so she hurriedly asked, "Has the Medical Department started epidemic prevention?"
Han Su handed her the medicine and said, "We've reported the outbreak to the imperial court. We've also joined forces with the two county governments to establish plague clinics in each district. These clinics and pharmacies will oversee the diagnosis and treatment of the disease."
"That's good." Wu Zhi took the medicine and tasted it. He found that it was a blood-clearing and warming medicine, so he drank it in one breath and then got up from the bed.
Han Su slowly took the empty bowl and waited.
Wu Zhi landed on the ground and put on his shoes. As soon as he stood up, he fell forward uncontrollably.
Han Su opened his arms and let her fall into his arms.
The two looked at each other silently. A trace of embarrassment appeared on Wu Zhi's face. Then she supported herself on Han Su's chest and wanted to sit back on the bed, but Han Su held her in his arms.
The two of them were in a stalemate for a while. Wu Zhi stared at his face, which was so close to her, and asked, "Aren't you afraid of being infected?"
"Hasn't Doctor Wu already tested the prescription on himself? Doctor Wu is so righteous. If Han were to be infected, would Doctor Wu just watch me die?"
Talking in a sarcastic tone.
Wu Zhi tried to break free from him, but he held her tightly.
Han Su said gravely, "How many times have I told you not to test drugs on yourself? Why didn't you listen?"
Wu Zhi said coldly, "This is my business, what does it have to do with you?"
Han Su pressed her towards him, their bodies fitting seamlessly together. "What does this have to do with me? We're already like this, do you still want to distance yourself from it?"
"What? Just some sex."
Just a few sexual encounters?
Han Su's eyes sparked with fire. "Doctor Wu, is he someone who can have sex with anyone at will?"
Whether it was yes or no, Wu Zhi couldn't answer.
Seeing that she couldn't answer, Han Su turned from anger to laughter. Then he helped Wu Zhi back to the bed with one hand, leaned over and gently kissed her face, saying softly: "I am special."
Wu Zhi stared at him blankly.
Han Su's lips touched her forehead again, feeling it for a moment before moving away. "The fever has subsided."
A maid outside called out, "Doctor Han, the food is here."
"I'm coming." Han Su touched Wu Zhi's face and got up to go out.
After he left, Wu Zhi stroked his face, then touched his forehead, and a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.
Special? Is Han Su special?
Thinking of the past with Han Su, he replaced his face with someone else's, such as... Fuzi?
Wu Zhi shuddered suddenly.
Compared to this, it is indeed a little bit special, not much, just a little bit.
Han Su brought in the food, cleared the low table piled with pharmacopoeia and medical records, placed the food on the table, and then came over to help Wu Zhi.
The two sat opposite each other and ate in silence. Wu Zhi's eyes fell on Han Su from time to time, but Han Su pretended not to see.
After finishing the meal, Wu Zhi cleared his throat and whispered, "Thank you very much, and... I'm sorry."
Han Su paused as he collected the bowl and said with a smile, "I understand the second half of your sentence."
The first half of the sentence is not necessary.
Wu Zhi felt hot again.
After dinner, Wu Zhi gradually felt stronger, so he ground ink, picked up his pen, and began to write a prescription.
What was written was the prescription she was trying this time. After two trials, Wu Zhi had a firm grasp of the pros and cons of the prescription and made adjustments to it.
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