Lu Tu slashed off more than a dozen smallpox scabs from Mo Zhou's body, causing him to grimace in pain. Even though Lu Tu's knife skills were superb, these were old scabs, and they would inevitably tear at the flesh.
The people outside the window watched in disbelief at what was happening inside. From their perspective, Lu Tu's actions seemed rather cruel.
Even if Mo Zhou had contracted smallpox before, there was no need to subject him to the excruciating punishment of slow slicing, was there? How would that help in treating smallpox?
Only Song Yuxi and Nangong Huiyu, who knew Lü Tu well, knew that their husband knew far too much, sometimes even beyond the realm of common sense.
So even though Lü Tu put the smallpox scabs removed from Mo Zhou's body into a ceramic plate, they felt that Lü Tu should have his own ideas.
After finishing all this, Lü Tu told Mo Zhou to go back and rest. You don't need to work during this time; someone will call you for meals.
Mo Zhou then wiped the sweat from his forehead with a look of terror in his eyes, nodding repeatedly as if he had escaped death: "Thank you for sparing my life, sir."
The freshly cut scabs of smallpox cannot be ground up immediately. They must be allowed to air dry slightly, and they cannot be baked, as this will greatly kill the smallpox virus contained inside.
Natural air drying takes too long, so Lu Tu had Cui Guo bring a fan to fan the smallpox scabs. During this time, he fed Wang Miaoling and Jia Dazhuang a large amount of allicin.
Whether it works or not, boosting the body's antibiotics is always effective at this time.
Wang Miaoling's condition is much better than Jia Dazhuang's, perhaps because she was infected not long ago.
"Green fruit, water..."
"Ah, Miss is here."
Lu Tu said to Cui Guo, "After you feed Miss Wang, give some to Jia Dazhuang as well."
"Yes, sir."
Half an hour later, the smallpox scabs finally dried in the shade. Lü Tu then began to grind them into powder using a stone mortar and pestle. At that time, all that was needed was to use the nasal spray method to spray the powder into the patients' nasal cavities so that they could inhale it.
By strengthening the body's own immune system after these smallpox viruses have become harmless to humans, the goal of treatment can be achieved.
Next, Lü Tu stopped Cui Guo, who was about to leave, and said, "Don't go, let me treat you first."
"Huh? Me, sir? I'm not infected."
Lu Tu explained, "Do you feel feverish?"
Cui Guo's sickly flushed face needs no further explanation.
"You've been in contact with your young lady for so long without any means of protecting yourself from the plague. You've already contracted smallpox, it's just that the disease hasn't manifested yet."
Seeing that Lu Tu had been busy for so long to produce so little medicine powder, Cui Guo waved her hands anxiously, pleading, "Please, sir, save my young lady first! Cui Guo's life is worthless; don't waste the medicine."
Just as Wang Miaoling was about to say something, Lü Tu interrupted her, saying, "If you fall, who will take care of your young lady?"
These words struck a nerve with Cui Guo, and she nodded with red eyes, saying, "Alright then, sir."
Lu Tu dismissed Song Yuxi and the others outside, then instructed Cui Guo, "When the powder blows out, try to inhale it in."
Cui Guo nodded meekly, "I'll do whatever you say, sir."
Lu Tu found a hollow, thin bamboo stick, filled one end with some smallpox scab powder, took a deep breath, and blew it directly into Cui Guo's nostrils.
With great effort, Cui Guo managed to inhale the powder, which choked her and caused her to cough incessantly.
Lu Tu asked Cui Guo, "Did you understand?"
Cuiguo asked blankly, "What did you understand, sir?"
"It's about how I blew the powder just now."
Cui Guo nodded quickly: "I understand."
Lu Tu handed her the bamboo stick in his hand: "Then go and blow scabs on your young lady and Jia Dazhuang."
"Huh? Me?" Cuiguo pointed at herself in surprise.
Lu Tu was puzzled: "Of course! You yourself are infected with smallpox, but I am not. If I fall ill, what will happen to the thousands of people under my command?"
Cuiguo agreed, saying, "Oh, but I'm afraid I might make things worse."
Lu Tu glared at her: "Hurry up and stop talking nonsense, your young lady won't last much longer."
Wang Miaoling was always her weakness. Upon hearing this, she pouted and was about to cry, but after seeing Lu Tu's serious expression, she quickly rubbed her nose and began to fill the bamboo stick with smallpox scabs.
Lu Tu then put on his mask and walked outside: "Yes, just like I did just now!"
Although he had only met Cuiguo a few times, as a personal maid in a wealthy family, her intelligence and coordination were definitely up to par, making this little task incredibly easy for her.
Sure enough, under Lü Tu's guidance, Cui Guo successfully performed the nasal herb therapy on Wang Miaoling and Wang Cheng.
Next, she blew the smallpox scab powder over to Jia Dazhuang. After doing all this, Cuiguo was so exhausted that she collapsed by the bedside, as if she had carried ten buckets of water.
Lu Tu instructed, "You stay here and watch over them. If you get sleepy and want to rest, feel free to sleep. I will arrange for someone to keep watch outside."
With great effort, Cuiguo got up, knelt down and kowtowed three times to Lü Tu: "Thank you, sir, for saving my life and my young lady's life. Cuiguo is extremely grateful. My young lady will repay you after she wakes up."
Lu Tu waved his hand impatiently: "You go about your business. Your young lady has already paid for the medicine."
As he spoke, Lü Tu went out the door, instructing the two peasant women to wear masks and keep watch inside, and to call him if any problems arose inside.
Afterwards, Lü Tu told everyone not to touch him, because everyone knew that Lü Tu had been in contact with the patient and was likely to have been contaminated with those dirty things.
It was early spring, and the temperature in the northern border was still quite low. Everyone followed with concern. They saw Lü Tu take off his mask, gloves, coat, shoes, and socks on the spot, and then have someone bring a tinderbox, which he then burned.
At this moment, Lu Tu regretted not making the soap sooner; otherwise, things wouldn't be so complicated now.
For now, all I could do was apply wood ash and quicklime to my body, and finally, carrying two buckets of water, I went to the back of the house to wash myself thoroughly.
Fortunately, Lü Tu was young and had good physical fitness from years of hunting, so he clearly felt that he was perfectly fine.
However, just to be on the safe side, he didn't go back to his room. He simply had Song Yuxi throw him a change of clothes.
"Yu Xi, you and Xiao Yu shouldn't go out for the next few days. If you need anything, just have someone call me. I'll stay at Liu Hu's place for a few nights and come back after I confirm I'm not infected."
Upon hearing how serious it was, Nangong Huiyu burst into tears: "Husband, don't scare Xiaoyu."
Lu Tu suppressed the urge to hug Nangong Huiyu and smiled, "It's really nothing. Besides, I still have medicine. I can treat you anytime. You should listen to me and go home with Yuxi first."
Song Yuxi gazed at Lü Tu with concern and instructed, "My lord, you must be extra careful in everything you do."
Lu Tu nodded: "I know. I need to produce more medicine before the plague spreads."
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