262. Typhoid fever
Lin Fuman suddenly stood up and shouted towards the door, "I have medicine! I have medicine that can cure the plague! I can heal myself, and I can heal others!"
Her voice was urgent and loud, which quickly alerted the soldiers and medical staff outside.
They all know her now.
Several people rushed over and asked through the door, "Child, what did you say? You have medicine to cure the plague?"
"Yes! I have it! I brought medicine from the capital that can cure the plague! I'm already infected, so I can use myself as a test subject. If I recover, you'll believe me, okay?"
The soldiers looked at each other, not daring to make a decision on their own, and quickly sent someone to report to Xie Wenling.
Not long after, Xie Wenling, who had been planning to come and see her, arrived.
"Lord Xie has arrived!"
Lin Fu took a few deep breaths, straightened her clothes, and walked to the door.
The door was pushed open, and Xie Wenling walked in. He was wearing a scarlet cloak, his face was still somewhat pale, and his aura remained strong.
When those peach blossom eyes swept over Lin Fuman, there was no warmth whatsoever, only a sharp scrutiny.
They did not show the slightest restraint because she was a child or their savior.
"You say you have a cure for the plague?" Xie Wenling asked. "What kind of medicine is it? How can you prove it's effective?"
Xie Wenling disliked Lin Fuman; he disliked her from the first time he heard her name.
At that time, Jin Qizhi came to him for help. After hearing about the incident at the Duke of Anguo's mansion, he thought that the entire Duke of Anguo's family was no good, no good in any way.
As for Lin Fuman's drastic change in personality...
Others might believe that Lin Fu was truly repentant and had turned to good, but he didn't.
In his eyes, there were only two possibilities.
First, it's fake.
Secondly, he was possessed by a ghost.
Surprisingly, he had always thought it was the former.
But now it seems... it's actually the latter?
Lin Fuman felt even more uncomfortable seeing Xie Wenling's indifferent expression.
Just as Xie Wenling disliked her, she was even more direct.
She disliked Xie Wenling.
In her eyes, Xie Wenling was even an enemy.
He fueled the flames, leading to the confiscation of the Anguo Duke's mansion, which directly resulted in her being alone and losing her family once again.
Seeing how ruthless he was today, killing so many people, she hated him even more.
Nevertheless, she still took out a cloth bag from her bosom, opened it to reveal neatly arranged glass test tubes inside: "These are antibiotics and some cephalosporins, drugs that can kill germs. Now that I have contracted the plague, I can use them now. If I recover within three days, it will prove that the medicine is effective."
The soldiers and medics around were stunned. They had never seen such a drug before. The glass test tubes gleamed in the sunlight, looking both mysterious and unfamiliar.
Shenyang Nong quickly stepped forward, carefully picked up a test tube, examined the substance inside closely, and asked in confusion, "Child, how do we use this medicine? Do we drink it directly?"
“It can be taken orally or injected,” Lin Fuman said, taking a syringe out of her cloth bag. “Draw the medicine into the syringe and inject it into the muscle; the medicine will take effect faster.”
"Into the flesh?" Everyone was even more shocked. Shenyang Nong waved his hands repeatedly, "How can this be? This is unheard of! What if something goes wrong? Child, don't joke with your life!"
"I'm not joking!" Lin Fuman looked at Xie Wenling, her tone stubborn. "Lord Xie, don't you want to control the plague? This is the only way. If I die, consider my trip in vain. If I live, this medicine can save the people of Qiuhe City. Are you willing to bet?"
"This is your fate, what wouldn't I gamble on?" Xie Wenling said casually. "Shenyang Nong, you stay here and keep an eye on things. If anything unexpected happens, deal with it immediately."
Lin Fu sneered.
She knew he wasn't a good person.
If Little Moon hadn't repeatedly begged her, she wouldn't have been able to save her.
Xie Wenling didn't come to see Lin Fuman immediately because he didn't believe she could really cure the plague.
But now, seeing what she took out, he began to believe her again.
Because it's obvious that little dumplings were involved.
The two were speaking with barbs and sarcasm, and the only reason they were able to stand face to face and discuss serious matters was because of the little dumpling.
Although Shenyang Nong was worried, he still nodded.
Lin Fu took a deep breath, picked up a test tube, awkwardly drew the medicine into the syringe, disinfected her arm, closed her eyes, and then suddenly plunged the needle into her shoulder, slowly injecting the medicine.
After the injection, Lin Fuman pulled out the needle, pressed cotton against the wound, and said to everyone, "Just watch me for the next three days. If I get better, it will prove that the medicine is effective."
Xie Wenling nodded, said nothing more, and turned to walk out.
He still had many things to deal with. The city had just stabilized, and the problems of refugees and supplies still needed to be addressed.
As he reached the door, he stopped, glanced back at Lin Fuman, and said in a calm tone, "Get some rest. If you need anything, have Shenyang Nong prepare it for you."
After saying that, he strode away.
Lin Fuman watched his retreating figure, feeling no gratitude whatsoever, only a terrifying sense of coldness.
She leaned against the headboard and closed her eyes.
She must get better, she must make the medicine work, and she cannot let Xiaoyue's trust go to waste.
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On the second day of medication, Lin Fuman's condition did not improve; in fact, it worsened. She had a persistent high fever and her cough became more and more frequent.
Shenyang Nong was very worried and repeatedly urged her to take the medicine they had prepared.
But Lin Fuman firmly believed that the medicine would definitely work; it was just that the effects had not yet been realized.
To eliminate variables, she refused to take other medications.
On the morning of the second day, which was the third day of taking the medication, Lin Fu opened her eyes and was surprised to find that her dizziness had subsided, her throat was no longer sore, and her cough had stopped.
She touched her forehead; her body temperature had returned to normal.
She became excited, sat up, and shouted towards the door, "I'm all better! I'm really all better!"
Shenyang's farmers and soldiers rushed in and were stunned to see Lin Fu's energetic appearance.
Shenyang Nong quickly stepped forward, took her pulse, and examined her condition. He exclaimed with delight, "She's really better! Her pulse is stable! Child, your medicine really works!"
"What? She's really cured?"
"Does that medicine really work?"
"Can it treat critically ill patients?"
"Very good!"
Everyone cheered, their eyes filled with hope.
Seeing their excited expressions, Lin Fuman was also incredibly excited.
She did it! This medicine really can cure the plague!
Shenyang Nong was also very excited, his hands were trembling. He grabbed Lin Fuman's arm: "Child, hurry! Let's go see Lord Xie now and let him see how you've recovered. We need to get this medicine used on seriously ill patients as soon as possible!"
Lin Fu nodded and followed Shen Yangong out.
When the soldiers and patients in the quarantine camp saw her come out, they all looked at her with shining eyes.
As we walked towards Xie Wenling's residence, we could see a scarlet figure standing under the eaves from afar.
Hearing footsteps, Xie Wenling turned around. When his gaze fell on Lin Fuman, it was less cold and more serious, like a scrutinizing look.
"Sir, look! Miss Lin has really recovered!" Shenyang Nong quickly stepped forward and handed over the record sheet. "Her pulse is stable, her temperature is normal, and her previous cough and chest tightness are all gone! This medicine really can cure the plague!"
Xie Wenling took the paper, quickly scanned the writing on it, and looked up at Lin Fuman: "Are you sure this medicine is also effective for critically ill patients?"
"I'm certain," Lin Fu said firmly. "I'm absolutely certain now that your 'plague' is actually typhoid fever, and my antibiotics are just the right medicine for it."
“Typhoid fever? That’s impossible!” Shenyang Nong was stunned and subconsciously retorted.
“It’s typhoid fever,” Lin Fu said with certainty. “There are many types of typhoid fever. Some are just minor problems, while others can develop into an epidemic.”
In traditional Chinese medicine, the concept of typhoid fever is very broad, even broader than the modern common cold.
Typhoid fever encompasses the common cold, but within the concept of typhoid fever, there is a condition that is sufficient to cause an epidemic.
That's typhoid fever.
The pathogen is Salmonella typhi, which is highly infectious and deadly, enough to cause a terrible plague.
Fortunately, it can be treated with antibiotics.
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