Chapter 595: Delivering Medicine

This medicine is hard to take and I had to take it until the afternoon.

"I'm going to deliver the medicine. Shitou and Erya, you two come with me and put on your masks and veils." Originally, Jiang Fubao had not thought of wearing veils.

Only when she saw her mother did she remember.

If the droplets get into the eyes, there is a possibility of infection.

Protection must be in place.

Although the veil is made of light gauze, it is better than not wearing it at all.

"Fubao, let Dad go with you." Jiang Siyin was worried about his daughter going to deliver the medicine.

"It's okay. I've already taken the medicine. I won't go in. I'll ask the official to deliver the medicine. Dad, you stay with mom."

Jiang Fubao refused.

Even told a lie.

After bidding farewell to his worried parents and second sister, Jiang Fubao brought Pan Shitou and Pan Erya to the gate of the ruined temple.

There were ten officers guarding outside, all of them strong and sturdy.

There is no thin figure.

I guess he was afraid that the people inside might want to rush out.

The knives worn at his waist were also drawn out and held in his hands.

"What's going on inside?" Jiang Fubao asked the chief of the police.

"Miss Jiang, ten people have fainted, the others are coughing more severely, and half of them are running fever." The chief officer responded quickly when he saw Jiang Fubao coming.

This is the adopted daughter of the county magistrate, and also a little miracle doctor. Whether the plague can be cured depends entirely on her.

What's more, the county magistrate has even greeted us.

Let them all listen to what Miss Jiang says.

"Okay, open the door and let me in. Shitou, Erya, do you dare to go in? If you don't dare, just wait here." Jiang Fubao turned around and asked the brother and sister.

"I dare. If the young lady gives birth, I will give birth. If the young lady is in danger, I will protect her!" Pan Erya said firmly.

Pan Shitou said little, just nodded, without a trace of fear in his eyes.

"Okay, you protect me. These people are sick and must be very afraid of death. I'm afraid they will surround me. Please send two more officers to follow us."

Jiang Fubao said again.

"Okay, you two, protect Miss Jiang." The chief officer quickly picked out the two with the largest pieces.

The temple door opened, and the scene inside made people gasp.

There were more than a hundred people, at least most of them were lying on the ground, and many were wailing, seemingly in great pain. Crying sounds could be heard from everywhere, probably because they were afraid of death.

Of course, the most common sound is coughing.

Thanks to Meng Zhixiang's thoughtfulness, although these people infected with the plague were locked up together, the bedding was brought in by the officials on the first day, and the roof was covered with straw, so they could not freeze at all.

Food and drink were given on time every day.

These people were not hungry or frozen.

"The little miracle doctor is here——"

I don't know who shouted.

Except for the unconscious one, almost everyone ran over.

The two officers brandished their swords and shouted, "Stop! Anyone who dares to come over here will be killed immediately! If you want to die, just run and try!"

These words were like a death warrant. No one dared to respond or move.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here to heal you. I have come up with three prescriptions and I need people to test them. Who among you is willing to let me test them? Of course, even if I can't cure you, I won't make you worse, so don't be afraid."

Jiang Fubao raised his voice and asked.

Although she could just pick people and let them drink.

But rather than forcing people, she wanted to select volunteers.

It will be convenient for her to observe.

"Let my son drink it. He has fainted. If he doesn't take the medicine, he will die. I believe in you, the little doctor. You cured my stiff neck before. I believe in you!"

The first woman who spoke was actually an acquaintance. She was Ye Youqin, who was stabbed by Jiang Fubao when Yaoxiangshan Pavilion just opened.

After not seeing each other for just a few days, her eyelids were swollen from crying and became single eyelids. Her eyeballs were red and it felt like the bloodshot veins were about to burst.

She was squatting on the ground, holding in her arms a boy who was only two years older than Jiang Fubao. The boy was already unconscious, his face was blue and red, and his lips were chapped.

If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, Jiang Fubao would have thought he was dead.

"Auntie Ye, don't worry, I'll give him an injection first. He won't be able to take the medicine if he's not conscious."

She brought the silver needle.

Because we were afraid that someone might be unconscious.

Walking up to the boy, Jiang Fubao took out a silver needle and quickly inserted the needle. The boy was soon awakened by the pain.

"Um, cough cough cough——" He woke up and coughed twice without saying a word.

"Feed it to him." While no one was paying attention, Jiang Fubao took out a fever-reducing tablet from his sleeve and stuffed it into the boy's mouth. Then he took back the silver needle, felt the boy's pulse, and signaled Pan Erya to pass the medicine to Ye Youqin.

The boy's pulse was very weak, and he must have been running a fever.

It just so happens that the first kind of medicine has a fever-reducing effect. No matter how serious the condition is, the fever should go away after taking both kinds of medicine.

The boy was groggy and couldn't even open his eyelids.

"Drink it once a day. I will come to check his pulse again tomorrow." Jiang Fubao took out a notebook and a charcoal pencil from the basket and wrote down the boy's physical condition.

The second and even the last experimenters had all been to Jiang Fubao Clinic.

I have an inexplicable sense of trust in her.

Those who were not familiar with Jiang Fubao were still gossiping in private.

"Can this little girl really cure it? Ahem, she won't kill him, will she? He looks like he won't live for more than two days. If it were me, I wouldn't dare give him the medicine. If he dies, the woman will be blamed on her. The county magistrate is really something. Why didn't he let another doctor come to treat him, but sent this little girl? I don't trust her."

A sudden voice rang out just as Jiang Fubao walked out of the gate of the ruined temple, and the officer following her turned around abruptly and said.

"Do you know why? Because other doctors are unwilling to come, understand? No one is willing to come here to save you! In the eyes of those people, you are already dead and cannot be cured! Miss Jiang did not charge you a penny, and came to deliver medicine on her own initiative, regardless of her own life to save you. Instead of being grateful, she is here to talk nonsense! How shameless!"

The official's mother was once seriously ill and was cured by Jiang Fubao. She became her little fan and couldn't stand anyone saying bad things about her.

The man was scolded and lowered his head without saying a word.

Ye Youqin also said immediately: "No matter whether Dr. Jiang can cure my son or not, I don't blame her. This is plague, not typhoid fever. No one has ever been able to cure it. I just hope my son can live a few more days, even if it's only a few days."

Ye Youqin knew in her heart that her little son might not survive.

But she still held on to one last glimmer of hope.

As the door of the ruined temple closed, the light in the eyes of those who did not drink the medicine was instantly extinguished.

"Are we really going to die? This is a plague. This is a plague. Since ancient times, every plague has killed countless people. When all the people die, the plague will be gone. Woohoo, woohoo, I still want to live, I don't want to die..."