Chapter 601 Rehabilitation Center



Chapter 601 Rehabilitation Center

"Who said the pills were useless? Who said that? I only took them for three days. Ahhhhhh——"

"Where is the medicine I hid? Why is it gone? Damn it, who stole my medicine——"

"Damn it! Who said the little doctor's medicine is useless? I've been taking it for four days. No wonder I have a fever again when I wake up. Why hasn't the little doctor come yet? If she gives me medicine today, I will definitely take it."

"Hahaha, luckily I believe in the little doctor's medical skills. I took all the medicine he gave me these days. No wonder I slept so well last night. I'm getting better and better. Ahem, my throat doesn't hurt that much anymore."

"You are indeed a little miracle doctor. I don't cough anymore, but my throat still hurts a little."

"......"

Some of these voices are despair, some are surprise.

Those who took the medicine were all congratulating themselves for trusting Jiang Fubao, while those who did not take the medicine were all regretting it.

A few men also beat up the person who had argued that the medicine was useless.

Only then did I feel relieved.

At the end of the Chen hour, Jiang Fubao came to deliver medicine as usual. As soon as she entered the temple, everyone crowded towards her. This was completely different from yesterday when only a few dozen people came to get the medicine.

Jiang Fubao was a little surprised.

"What happened today?" She turned and asked the officer.

"Someone is dead. The body has been taken away and burned. His mother has also fainted."

After the officer finished speaking, Ye Youqin interrupted.

"Little miracle doctor, they didn't believe you and refused to take the medicine. We believe you, and my son's condition has improved. The doctor just took my son's pulse and said his pulse is stable. Little miracle doctor, thank you, wuwuwu, thank you..." Ye Youqin was a weak woman and couldn't even get to the front in the queue.

She knelt at the end of the team, kowtowed to Jiang Fubao, her face full of tears.

"What? Are you feeling better? I'll go check. Shitou, Erya, you guys come and give out the medicine." Jiang Fubao stuffed the pills in Pan Erya's hand. Then she walked straight to the end of the team, pulled up Ye Youqin who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowed, then squatted on the ground and took Liu Tao's pulse.

Not as long as the time Dr. Liu took my pulse.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Jiang Fubao let go of her hand with a smile.

"It's definitely getting better. If he takes good care of himself for another half a month, he'll be back to normal. Congratulations, auntie. Your son is the one who recovered the fastest."

Not only that, this person won't even have any sequelae.

Fortunately, Jiang Fubao took Ye Youqin's pulse again.

Likewise, the health of both mother and son began to improve.

It seems that the first medicine is the most important. Jiang Fubao went to check the pulses of those who had drunk the first medicine one by one, just as she thought.

As for those who did not take the medicine, she also checked their pulse.

Each of their bodies is like a burnt-out candle. I'm afraid they won't live for more than five days. Even if they take medicine now, it's too late.

Jiang Fubao naturally told them this.

Those who didn't take the medicine burst into tears.

"It's too late to take medicine now, but it can save your life. However, your recovery will definitely not be as good as taking medicine every day. You will either be left with sequelae, such as poor lungs, lifelong coughing, or frailty. Or your life span will be affected. You could have lived to your seventies, but now you are estimated to only live to your forties."

Here, it is extremely rare for people to live to be seventy years old.

Most people died in their forties or even fifties.

These people felt so regretful when they heard that they could have lived a long life, but ended up living a short life because they did not believe in the little miracle doctor.

I regret it so much that my intestines turn green.

"You and your son don't have to stay here anymore, go live in the rehabilitation center." Jiang Fubao bought this house with his own money. It is near the ruined temple. Although it has not been renovated and is a bit shabby, it is still suitable for living.

Jiang Fubao had long expected that they would gradually recover, and had already sent people to clean up the house in advance.

He even gave this house a special name, Kangfuyuan.

Even the plaque was written by her herself.

Ye Youqin and her son were taken away by the police, and many people were jealous of them.

"Please deliver this news to Chang'an Town and tell my godfather." Jiang Fubao instructed the officer before leaving.

"Yes, Miss Jiang, I'll deliver the letter right away." After the man responded, he mounted his horse and left the city.

That night, Meng Zhili knocked on the door of Yaoxiangshen Pavilion.

Daqian, who was sleeping on a chair in the clinic, opened the door sleepily. The next second after seeing Meng Zhili, he immediately woke up.

"Your humble servant greets His Excellency the County Magistrate." After performing the greetings and raising his head, the person was gone.

Daqian looked back.

I just happened to see the corner of Meng Zhili's clothes leaving from the curtain in the backyard.

"Fubao, wake up--" Meng Zhili knocked on Jiang Fubao's door, waking everyone up.

Jiang Fubao put on his coat and went out.

"Fuck dad? Why are you here?" Jiang Fubao was woken up just after falling asleep and couldn't open his eyes.

She had one eye open and the other closed, which looked a little funny.

"Is there really someone who has recovered?" Meng Zhili's eyes were shining, as bright as an iron pot that had been scrubbed for three days.

"Yes, it seems that my godfather received the message. My daughter has lived up to his expectations. There is a way to cure the plague." Jiang Fubao was also very excited.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay, you are worthy of being my, Meng Zhili's daughter, hahahaha, okay!" After hearing Jiang Fubao's personal admission, Meng Zhili finally felt relieved after a day's worry.

He said yes excitedly.

The servants put on their clothes and came out, lighting candles in the backyard. The dark yard then became bright. The moon seemed to know that someone was lighting it, and the next moment it hid in the clouds and dozed off quietly.

"Can you get more of this medicine? As for the prescription... forget it, Fubao, just give us the medicine. Five people have already died in Chang'an Town and Baishui Town. We can't delay this any longer." Meng Zhili stopped talking halfway, looked at Jiang Fubao, and continued.

"Father, I can't give you the medicine. I don't have enough herbs here. I'll give you the prescription now. Please pick the herbs according to the instructions, grind them into powder, and roll them into pills. The method of consumption and dosage are also written on it. If possible, you can make a few copies and send them to other counties. This plague has spread widely. I'm afraid other counties have also fallen."

Jiang Fubao knew that her godfather was afraid that she didn't want to tell others the prescription. After all, being able to master the prescription for the plague was the only one in the world, and it was a great achievement.

You know, even the imperial physician couldn't cure the plague.

"Fubao is actually willing to make the prescription public? Let others know?" Meng Zhili was even more shocked.

"Yes, of course I am willing. As a doctor, I care about the world. I naturally hope that others can be cured of this disease. It would be best if all doctors are familiar with this prescription. If there is a plague in other places in the future, with this prescription, we will not be afraid of death."

Jiang Fubao made Meng Zhili cry with just a few words.


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