Chapter 371 Allergies
Seeing that the Indian man wanted to speak, Li Sanniang quickly said to the man in blue, "Tell him quickly, don't speak. This method only temporarily opens the airway; it doesn't cure him completely."
He probably had an allergic reaction to something he ate; he'll need medication later.
The man mumbled something in his native tongue, and the Indian man obediently shut up.
Li Erxiong stepped forward to help the man lift the Indian man from the ground and sit him on a chair. Only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
"My God, why is that person wearing a hairpin around their neck?"
"What hairpin? You're too late, you didn't see it. That's for saving lives. Let me tell you..."
The people gathered around chattered amongst themselves, sharing their accounts of the amazing scene they had just witnessed.
"Make way, make way, the shopkeeper is coming."
Just now, when the Indian man was so embarrassed that his face turned red, a young waiter had already gone to the back to call the head manager.
However, the allergic laryngeal edema developed too quickly, and the shop was large with many people coming and going who loved to watch the excitement. So, after all the emergency treatment was completed, the shopkeeper came running over with a worried look on his face.
The young waiter, who had stayed there and witnessed the whole thing, quickly went up to the shopkeeper and explained what had happened: "...I saw the woman take out something and stick it into the neck of the Indian man, and slowly the man regained his breath."
Now, those Indians…
Li San Niang was taking the pulse of this Indian man; he was lucky and wouldn't die anytime soon.
However, we need to find the cause. The Indian man's situation was clearly not due to choking, but rather to laryngeal congestion and edema caused by an acute allergic reaction, which blocked his airway and made it impossible for him to breathe, almost causing him to suffocate.
Li San Niang had noticed the reddish pastries on the small table earlier, and now, looking at the pastries on the ground that had obviously fallen accidentally and were scattered into crumbs and broken pieces, she had some guesses in her mind.
After asking Li Erxiong, Li Sanniang picked up the pastries on the small table on the Indian side. Before she even ate them, she smelled a sweet floral fragrance. After taking a bite, she discovered that there were tiny, visible red petal fragments inside.
"Why are you sitting down to eat some snacks? That man still has an iron rod stuck in his neck."
“I already said, that’s not an iron rod, it’s something used to save people. I saw it just now, it was taken out of the woman’s pouch at her waist.”
Who would carry something like this around? That woman must have a doctor in her family!
"Oh, now that you mention it, I'm reminded of someone... in our Chang'an city..."
Only after hearing the young waiter recount the situation did the head manager wipe the cold sweat from his brow. He then turned to look at the Indian man, who still had something resembling a hairpin stuck in his neck, and felt extremely fortunate.
"Good, he didn't die in the shop, otherwise it would have been a real problem."
The shopkeeper hurried over to bow and express his gratitude, but before he could even speak, Li San Niang asked the young waiter, "What kind of tricks did you use to make this?"
The waiter was stunned. He looked at the pastries on the table, completely clueless. After all, he had just brought them directly from the kitchen and had no idea what they were made of.
The shopkeeper, being knowledgeable, quickly replied, "Madam, these pastries were specially bought from Li Fu Ji. Whether they have flowers inside or not, I really don't know."
"Does this lady mean that the pastry is... poisoned?"
"Oh my, I was really right to go out today. I never expected that I would encounter such a strange thing while just going out to browse the shops. They even have poisoned pastries."
Interesting, very interesting.
"Alright, stop talking. I've lived in Chang'an for over ten years, and I've never seen anything like this before."
"That guy with the stick stuck in his neck doesn't look like he's from our Tang Dynasty; he looks like he's from elsewhere."
Li San Niang shook her head. "It's not poison, it's this person." Li San Niang looked up at the Indian man who had recovered and whose complexion had returned to normal. "This person must have been allergic to the flowers added to this dish, causing congestion and swelling in his throat, which blocked his trachea and almost suffocated him."
“It’s not that these pastries are poisonous,” Li San Niang pointed to a plate of pastries on a small table next to her, where it was obvious that a few pieces were missing. “These were eaten by my family when they sat down to rest. My family is fine now because they are not allergic to these flowers.”
I just tasted some of the pastries on this table, and by now, about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea has passed. And I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"
Upon hearing Li San Niang's words, the shopkeeper had a sudden inspiration. He quickly stepped forward, took a bite of the pastry from the small table, and finished the whole thing in just a few bites.
The onlookers were immediately abuzz with discussion over Li San Niang's words and the shopkeeper's behavior.
"Good heavens, can eating a snack really kill someone?"
"The pastries aren't bad. They said they weren't poisonous, and the woman and the shopkeeper ate them and they were fine, weren't they?"
What does "allergy" mean?
Pan Liangji, a ninth-rank clerk of the Court of State Ceremonial, who was also wiping cold sweat from his forehead, spoke up at this moment: "Gentlemen, I am Pan Liangji, a ninth-rank clerk of the Court of State Ceremonial. This Indian man is Misser, an Indian merchant who came with the delegation from India to celebrate the birthday of the Sage earlier this year."
As for why Misell did this, should we put that aside for now?
"Right now, I think Misel's condition has stabilized, but we can't keep him with that thing stuck in his neck forever," Pan Liangji said, looking at the object around Misel's neck, who was sitting motionless, terrified. "This, this thing..."
"Go to the medical clinic under the Imperial Medical Bureau. It's no problem to remove this thing, but the person will still need to take medicine for treatment afterward."
My name is Li Mingfang, and I work at the Third Medical Hall under the Chang'an Medical Alliance. Since I've come across this situation, I'd like to go with you to the Medical Hall to take a look.
The shopkeeper quickly expressed his willingness to take responsibility.
"It's that female doctor! I know, I know, my aunt's youngest son once mentioned that there's a female doctor at the clinic in their neighborhood!"
"Ah, I remember now, this female doctor is called Li San Niang. She used to run a midwifery school, on my aunt's side..."
“Hey, you said her name is Li San Niang, but I heard this woman say her name is Li Ming Fang.”
"Oh dear, that must be a person's full name. As for Third Sister, that's probably her birth order at home."
The shopkeeper was efficient and responsible; he meant what he said, and after all, as a shopkeeper, he wouldn't dare to cause trouble for the government.
The shopkeeper first had his employees reason with the people still gathered around, telling them not to crowd together again. He also said that everyone in the shop today, regardless of whether they bought anything or not, would be given a silk ribbon to calm their nerves.
Then they hailed a carriage directly from the street and followed behind Pan Liangji, accompanying Li Sanniang to the nearest Imperial Medical Academy clinic.
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