Chapter 89 Her father is sick
Early in the morning of this day, the Lu family was abnormally noisy.
Lu Songli was still asleep when she was woken up by Mo Bing. After she woke up, she looked out the window and saw that it was still pitch black. Was it only the fifth watch?
After traveling for so long, Lu Songli finally learned to judge the time of day by the color of the sky.
"What's the matter? Tell me." Lu Songli sat up, took the clothes she handed to her and put them on. She was sure that something urgent had happened, otherwise Mo Bing would not wake her up at this time.
"The master is ill."
"My father is sick? Have you called a doctor?" Upon hearing this, Lu Songli got up from the bed even faster.
"Madam has sent someone to the palace to invite the imperial physician."
Yes, her father could call a doctor. "Call them in, I need to change clothes, quickly!"
"yes--"
During this period, Lu Songli asked about her father's symptoms. The preliminary judgment was that it was a symptom of internal yang deficiency and external wind-cold. The specific judgment could only be made after seeing the person in person.
After about a quarter of an hour, Lu Songli had finished washing, dressed, and set off for the main courtyard.
As Lu Songli walked, she secretly cursed herself for being careless.
Her father must have been under immense psychological pressure during this period. So much had happened, and while she had been instrumental in many of these matters, it had always been her father who was the primary bearer. Faced with the Xie and Zhao families' plans to destroy the Lu family, even though they had deduced a counterattack, he was the family's pillar and the primary executor. Facing the uncertain outcome, he must have felt immense pressure.
Besides, as the saying goes, "To be with the emperor is like being with a tiger." Her father had been accompanying the emperor too many times recently. It could be said that her father's nerves were always on edge, and his mind was always in a state of high concentration and tension.
He is already forty years old and is no longer young.
Now that Xie Zhan had spoken of a truce, signaling an end to the conflict between the Lu and Xie/Zhao families, his heart relaxed, fatigue set in, and his body protested. Furthermore, his defenses weakened, and with the onset of a cold, the illness naturally took hold.
When Lu Songli arrived at the main courtyard, she happened to meet Lu Mingzhi who was rushing over. The brother and sister didn't say much and went straight in.
The imperial physician had not arrived at this time, but Doctor Zhou was closer and had already arrived at Lu's house. He had already finished treating her father and prescribed medicine.
Her father was lying on the couch, covered with a thick quilt, his face flushed, his lips dry, and a wet towel covering his forehead.
She went forward and took his pulse, and the result was similar to her previous judgment.
Lu Songli covered her father with a quilt, took her mother's arm and left the bedroom, letting her father have a good rest.
"Dad, have you been feeling a little unwell for the past two days?" Lu Songli asked. He had a yang deficiency and had caught a cold. Her father's pulse was weak and he looked tired and drowsy, indicating a weakened yang.
Jiang replied, "Yes. At first, it was just a mild cold, and your father didn't take it seriously after drinking ginger soup. But in the middle of the night, your father's condition suddenly became serious. Most importantly, your father's voice became hoarse and he could no longer speak."
Her father had suddenly become mute. This was due to the severe cold directly attacking the lungs and kidneys, blocking the orifices and the kidney qi. "It's okay, Mom, don't worry. Dad will definitely get better after seeing a doctor and taking medicine."
Jiang nodded, "That's good, that's good." She was horrified when she realized this. The child's father, thinking there was something wrong with his throat and he would never be able to speak again, was so frightened that his face paled.
Lu Songli took her father's pulse and looked at the prescription written by Doctor Zhou. She judged that it was basically suitable for her father's condition. Her father had symptoms of yang deficiency and external infection, with both internal and external coldness. The treatment should be combined with yang-boosting and external-clearing treatments.
After thinking about it, she added two herbs, Atractylodes lancea and Angelica dahurica.
Her father kept groaning and couldn't sleep soundly. When asked, he struggled to tell them that his whole body ached. Lu Songli knew that this was limb pain caused by dampness stagnating in the meridians, and adding Atractylodes lancea and Angelica dahurica to the herbs would dispel dampness, unblock the meridians, and relieve the pain.
She wanted her father to suffer less.
"Girl, will this work?" Seeing her change the recipe, Jiang was a little scared.
Perhaps because their daughter had always been in poor health, she had enjoyed reading medical books before, but only sporadically. Recently, she had started reading again, self-studying medicine. They knew about it, and her father even helped her obtain a few hard-to-find medical books. Although their daughter was bright, she couldn't achieve success in medicine so quickly, right?
"You can ask Doctor Zhou to take a look at this prescription with two added herbs."
"Okay." Jiang agreed quickly.
Doctor Zhou, after hearing her reasons for adding these two herbs, agreed that it was feasible. He was also amazed at how clever these noble ladies were. They learned medical skills much faster than his apprentices.
How could he know that Lu Songli had a built-in cheat?
In the eyes of doctors like Doctor Zhou, the daughter of a fifth-rank official can be considered a noble lady from a high-ranking family.
Doctor Zhou thought that Lu Songli, the second daughter of the Lu family, was truly intelligent and had a talent for medicine. It was a pity that such a person could not become his disciple.
Doctor Zhou had just left when the imperial physician arrived.
The imperial physician took Lu Desheng's pulse and looked at the revised prescription. He nodded repeatedly and said that the prescription was brilliant and asked them to prescribe the medicine according to it.
So Lu Mingzhi personally escorted the imperial physician out of the house. Before leaving, Jiang's trusted nanny handed him a purse, which Doctor Zhou had also given him just now, but it was not as big.
Manager Chen personally went to get the medicine according to the prescription. After he brought it back, the kitchen immediately boiled the medicine.
"If I had known, I would have stopped your father from scolding your elder brother." Jiang felt very guilty.
Doctor Zhou said her husband was suffering from a buildup of depression and emotional distress, which led to him catching a cold. Jiang felt that if she had allowed her husband to vent his frustration earlier, he might not have gotten sick.
Lu Songli listened silently, knowing that her mother was worried about her father. She understood her mother's thoughts. Her husband was already like this, so it was okay for her eldest son to be the punching bag.
Even if her eldest brother returned, it would only be a comfort. What if her father saw her eldest brother's clumsy handling of things and became even more upset? As the saying goes, as a family, you should contribute money and effort, and take things lightly. Besides, her eldest brother's help at his father-in-law's house was also an effort to stabilize the situation.
After the medicine was ready, Jiang helped Lu Desheng sit on the head of the bed and fed him a bowl of thick porridge made of dried vegetables and minced meat.
Lu Songli personally prepared this bowl of porridge in the kitchen. She'd actually wanted to make a green vegetable and lean meat porridge, but here in the dead of winter, there was barely a hint of greenery on the table. Unlike later generations with greenhouse vegetables, leafy greens were readily available, even out-of-season. She had to settle for the next best thing: soaking some dried vegetables from the autumn sun in hot water, then chopping them up and adding them to the boiling rice porridge. She also added some minced lean meat marinated in wine. No fat at all; it was too greasy, and her father, with his bland palate, wouldn't be able to eat it.
Jiang thought this bowl of porridge smelled delicious, and Lu Desheng was able to eat it. However, after eating just over half a bowl, he shook his head, indicating that he didn't want to eat anymore.
Jiang didn't force him. She put the bowl down and handed him the cooler medicine.
Lu Songli watched from the side as his father stretched out his hands with difficulty and took the medicine bowl. His mother wanted to feed him, but he refused.
"What are you doing? I'll feed you." Jiang didn't understand. He was already in such pain, and she still had to serve the meal herself?
Lu Desheng insisted, feeling anxious, Madam, you don’t have to be so virtuous in this matter.
Lu Songli could see clearly from the side that her father wanted to swallow it all in one gulp.
Yes, if her mother fed this Chinese medicine to her father mouthful by mouthful, it would feel really sour.
Her father is really smart.
Sure enough, her father held the medicine bowl with both hands, put his mouth close to it, and drank it all in one gulp.
Jiang also came to his senses and felt a little amused. She sympathized with him because he was sick and couldn't speak, so she didn't bother with him.
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