Secretly feeding life-saving pills

"What are you doing?" A nurse wearing a mask and a white coat grabbed Shen Roujiao's hand tightly, "What are you feeding him?"

The nurse struggled to pry open her clenched fist and saw half a golden pill in her palm.

"This is Angong Niuhuang Pills. I just want to save him." Shen Roujiao was holding a five-year-old boy in her arms. His face was black and blue, his lips were purple, and there was vomit left in the corners of his mouth. He had fallen into a deep coma. If he was delayed any longer, he would die quietly like the children who had just been carried away.

He was too young, too weak, and on the verge of death.

The boy had vomited all the medicine he had been given during the day, but he still had a high fever and showed no signs of improvement. In this situation, Shen Roujiao had to take a risk to save him. She secretly broke open a pill and fed it to the boy at half the adult dose, but she was caught.

"Are you a doctor? Don't you know that giving him medicine blindly will kill him?" The nurse yelled at her anxiously, and several people surrounded her. One of the men snatched half of the pill from her hand, grabbed Shen Roujiao's arm fiercely, and said ferociously: "Are you here to cause trouble and harm people? Come with me."

"I really just want to save him." The more you fear something, the more likely it will come.

Shen Roujiao was afraid that no one would believe what she said. She thought over and over again about the risk of secretly feeding the medicine. If she was caught, she would not be able to explain it even if she had a thousand mouths. But the situation was too critical, and saving people was more important than anything else.

The man dragged her into the tent next to him and threw her to the ground. "She secretly fed medicine to the patient." He reported the evidence he saw to the people who were handling the matter.

"Roujiao?" One of them called out her name in surprise and hurried over to help her up.

"Secretary Wu, woof." Shen Roujiao was like a person drowning in the ocean, bursting into tears when she saw her savior.

It was so tragic. On the first day she arrived, five children were carried away. The parents were crying bitterly. The tears of one child had not even dried yet, and the two children over there started vomiting. Facing the pressure of death every day almost suffocated her.

Being a doctor is a cruel and great profession. Watching people live and die, sometimes I feel like a god, and sometimes I feel like a waste. You must have a strong heart to be competent.

Shen Roujiao didn’t, she needed to be released so much.

The man who pushed her down looked at the mayor's secretary in confusion, helped the man up and sat him on a chair. Another person poured a glass of warm water, which the secretary handed to Shen Roujiao.

"What's going on?" Secretary Wu adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and asked the man sharply.

"It was me. I fed half a pill to the unconscious child. Please go and check on him now." Shen Roujiao said to the man while sobbing. Everyone was trying to save people. She was the one who did it, so she had to take responsibility.

"Okay." After the man went out, Secretary Wu asked the others to follow and take a look.

There were only two of them left in the tent, and Secretary Wu could no longer be nice and polite. "You are kidding. If someone dies, you should explain it clearly. When Qingjun comes over, you should go with him."

"That medicine can really save lives. Really." Shen Roujiao was so anxious that she burst into tears. She could only repeat "really, really" over and over again. She couldn't say anything else.

"you..."

"The boy is recovering!" The man opened the curtain with an expression of incredible surprise on his face. Although the boy did not wake up, his breathing had become much smoother and his pulse had improved.

Because the drug was so effective, Secretary Wu immediately organized the attending doctors in the epidemic area to verify the boy's condition. The boy was indeed out of danger and had survived the brink of death.

"Which hospital are you from? Who taught you to use this pill?" The attending doctor rushed into the tent and began to interrogate Shen Roujiao.

But she couldn't answer these questions.

"What's wrong?" Mayor Lu Qinglan walked in, followed by Zhang Qingjun.

Zhang Qingjun saw Shen Roujiao with tears on her face, his eyes widened, he walked over and squatted in front of her, and asked in surprise: "Why are you here?"

The attending physician reported to the mayor that he had found that Angong Niuhuang Pills were very effective for patients in coma and critical condition. One boy showed significant improvement after taking the pills fed by Shen Roujiao.

Lu Qinglan then turned around to look at the girl sitting on the chair. She looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. She had just cried, so her eyes were red. She looked cute and well-behaved, with a bit of stubbornness in her eyes. Her name was familiar, and he had heard it many times. "You guys go out first. I have something to ask her."

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Under everyone's gaze, Shen Roujiao stood up silently and looked at Mayor Lu's cold and ruthless face. Before leaving, Zhang Qingjun patted her shoulder in a comforting manner.

After everyone left, Mayor Lu asked very seriously: "Are you Shen Roujiao? Zhou Huaiyue's apprentice?" For her, Zhou Huaiyue gave up returning to the capital; it was also for her that Zhang Qingjun had planned to be demobilized.

"Hello, Mayor Lu. I'm Shen Roujiao." In his sight, Lu Qinglan was a little thinner than he was half a year ago. Zhou Huaiyue had mentioned in a letter that he and Uncle Zhou were good friends.

"Although you saved people, your behavior is extremely unacceptable. You couldn't answer two random questions from others. Let me ask you, who taught you how to use the pills?" Lu Qinglan's expression froze into a stern one.

Almost instantly, Shen Roujiao understood what he meant. Whoever said it would be held responsible, a responsibility that involved human life.

She thought she had thought it through enough and understood everything, but one question froze her in place, unable to move.

"It's my responsibility to study medicine on my own. It has nothing to do with anyone else." Shen Roujiao took out an aluminum lunch box from her backpack, opened it, and handed it to Mayor Lu. "There are pills here. If you need more, my friend got some."

Lu Qinglan snorted coldly. He was smart, but he was too risky. He glanced at the call and didn't answer it. He called Secretary Wu in and asked him to take the man out and leave the pills to the attending doctor.

As soon as Shen Roujiao walked out of the tent, Zhang Qingjun grabbed her hand and pulled her out without saying a word. She tried to shake him off, but he held her tighter. "I won't leave."

But Zhang Qingjun didn't even look at her. He let her shake him no matter how hard she tried, and didn't let go. He almost walked to the exit, then stopped behind a tent. His face and voice were cold, but his palms were burning. "Use your brain to do things. You only have one life."

When Zhang Qingjun heard what Wu Yi said, his brows furrowed and he was very angry.

"But I saved him, didn't I?" Shen Roujiao pulled her hand back, stiffened her neck, and asked loudly with tears in her eyes.

Zhang Qingjun, who was originally furious, suddenly softened when he saw the tears slowly sliding down her cheeks. He raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears with his index finger, lowering his voice: "If there is a problem with the quality of the goods sold, you will be held accountable, not to mention something as serious as human life. Your actions were too reckless. You saved someone but put yourself in danger. People who care about you should be more worried. Right?"

In his soft voice, Shen Roujiao's tense shoulders slowly relaxed. She lowered her head, crossed her thumbs in front of her body, and picked her nails. She looked scared, obedient, and cute.

Zhang Qingjun raised his hand again, brushed away the hair stuck to her face, bent down to get close to her eyes, and tapped on her temples. "Think about 'King Chen Sheng' who stuffed a strip of cloth into a fish belly. You can also make up a story, copy down a rare prescription from a medical book, show it to them, they will understand without you having to explain. There is no specific medicine at the moment, but maybe they will really try it."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Shen Roujiao raised her little face and said something unreasonably.

Seeing her mood improve, Zhang Qingjun's tense heart gradually relaxed, and the hot blood spread throughout his body. It turned out that heartbeat has temperature, just like a sick person having a fever.

"I was wrong. The medical team from the province is on the way. If you want to stay, you must be obedient. Okay?" Zhang Qingjun's tone was unnaturally gentle, even surprising himself.

He treated me like a three-year-old.

"I didn't realize you're quite good at coaxing people." Shen Roujiao smiled brightly.

Zhang Qingjun sneered in his heart, "I will just coax you."

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The remaining twenty pills were all used on critically ill patients that night, buying them hope of life.

They were busy until late at night. Zhang Qingjun set up a temporary camp bed for Shen Roujiao to rest in his and Wu Yi's tent. They were all too tired and fell asleep with their military coats on.

After sleeping for four or five hours, Wu Yi was awakened by the noisy sound outside. He sat up suddenly from the bed and said, "It's the medical team."

The other two jumped up in response. Shen Roujiao casually tied her hair, bent down to put on her cotton shoes, and handed her a white coat. "Put it on and follow the medical team. You are only allowed to listen, not talk."

She nodded three times, but the man in the white coat did not let go.

"Don't just nod, speak." Zhang Qingjun pinched her clothes and pointed his chin at her.

"I promise I will just listen and not speak." Shen Roujiao's eyes were round and her expression was as obedient as the silly and cute cat on the handkerchief. "You can write, right?" He taught her the method of the thousand-year-old magic recipe last night.

"Okay." His eyes were filled with this person who was extremely obedient.

Wu Yi pulled the white coat out of Zhang Qingjun's hand, "Okay, don't let go." He turned to look at Shen Roujiao, "He's the director from the provincial hospital, he should be able to find a way."

"Great." She took the clothes, put them on over her cotton coat, opened the tent and walked out without hesitation or looking back.

Because Shen Roujiao knew that there were eyes watching her from behind.

"You'd better leave quickly. If you stay any longer, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave!" Wu Yi, who was standing at the entrance of the tent, looked at him and shook his head. After leaving a few words with a sigh, he turned around and left.

Zhang Qingjun was left standing there in a daze. He stared at the hand that had held her yesterday: Are you really leaving?

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Director Sun of the provincial medical team quickly got to work without taking a second's break. After making detailed diagnoses on several critically ill children, he made the decision to stop all medication and immediately convened a meeting to unify the treatment plan.

Due to limited medical conditions and insufficient understanding of the disease in the early stages, the treatment plans adopted were not appropriate.

In particular, for patients with headaches, high fevers, and vomiting, the forced use of Chinese herbal medicines with pungent and warm properties and Western medicines with antipyretic, analgesic, and diaphoretic properties caused the patients to have excessive internal heat, thus falling into convulsions and coma, leading to worsening of the disease and an increase in the number of deaths.

The treatment plan was changed to: clearing away heat and detoxifying, extinguishing wind and relieving constipation, and comatose patients were given Angong Niuhuang Pills.

The overturning of all of them meant that a large amount of medicinal materials prepared in the early stage could not be used, and new medicinal materials needed to be allocated urgently. Zhang Qingjun and Wu Yibing split into two groups, one went to the market to buy medicine, and the other went to the county town to buy medicine.