Chapter 38 Prescription
Although Cui Hejin was teaching in the school, he would come back to rest every night.
Jiang Zhiluo is busy making and selling brown sugar every day and has no time to care about anything else.
But one night, when Jiang Zhiluo was sleeping in the middle of the night, she heard Cui Hejin coughing violently.
Even though he tried hard to suppress his cough, the discomfort he felt became more and more intense.
Jiang Zhiluo heard the coughing and hurriedly got up to see Cui Hejin.
"Cui Hejin~"
"Cui Hejin~"
"Wake up, what's wrong with you?"
Jiang Zhiluo felt that something was wrong with Cui Hejin. She heard that he was coughing violently, but when she called him, he seemed unconscious and not clear-headed.
Jiang Zhiluo reached out her hand and touched him gently, and found that Cui Hejin had a fever.
“It’s so hot!”
Jiang Zhiluo hurriedly lit the pine oil candle, and felt that under the candlelight, Cui Hejin's face was crimson, and in the night, it had a charming color.
But she knew that he had a severe fever.
"He was fine at dinner time."
Jiang Zhiluo hurriedly took Cui Hejin's pulse and found that the situation was somewhat serious.
Jiang Zhiluo hurried to pour a glass of water.
Spiritual spring water was added to it.
"Cui Hejin, wake up, wake up..."
Jiang Zhiluo couldn't let him stay unconscious with a fever like this.
After calling for a while, Cui Hejin slowly opened his eyes. Those eyes were quiet and picturesque, slightly charming and enchanting, cold and yet captivating.
Jiang Zhiluo's heart was beating uncontrollably.
But she couldn't care about anything else at this moment, "Cui Hejin, you have a fever, drink some water first, you will feel better."
She supported Cui Hejin and let him drink water.
Cui Hejin had a headache and met Jiang Zhiluo's clear and worried eyes in a daze. He collected his thoughts and drank the water in the bowl.
“Ahem…”
Jiang Zhiluo placed her hand on his back, integrating the wood-type healing power into his body while helping him lie down.
Her current supernatural power is still very weak, and she can only help relieve his fever symptoms slightly.
Jiang Zhiluo hurriedly found a towel, soaked it in water, and placed it on Cui Hejin's forehead.
"Rest first, I'll get you some medicine."
Without waiting for Cui Hejin to say anything, Jiang Zhiluo quickly dressed and came out of the house, then knocked on Mrs. Cui's door.
Mrs. Cui woke up and hurried down to the ground, "Zhiluo, what's wrong? Did something happen?"
If there was nothing wrong, Zhiluo would not call her in the middle of the night.
"Mom, He Jin is sick with a fever. Please help take care of him while I go to town to get some medicine."
Madam Cui's expression changed. "It's so late, the clinics in town are all closed, and I can't get medicine."
"But there is a doctor in Wutong Village. I will go find him."
Old Madam Cui felt that it was so late and she couldn't let Zhiluo toss and turn in the middle of the night, so she went to find a doctor.
Jiang Zhiluo frowned and said, "Mom, Wutong Village is too far. I'm going to the clinic in town."
Jiang Zhiluo didn't bother to say anything more to Madam Cui and hurriedly ran into the night.
Mrs. Cui hurried to the door, but Jiang Zhiluo was nowhere to be seen.
She said helplessly: "This child!"
Old Madam Cui had no choice but to go into the house and look after Cui Hejin.
When Mrs. Cui found out that Cui Hejin had a fever, her eyes turned red.
"Maybe you're tired from teaching at the academy these past few days. Why did you suddenly get a fever?"
When Mrs. Cui saw Cui Hejin's weak appearance, her heart ached.
Cui Hejin used to be proficient in both literature and martial arts, and he was in very good health. Even in the coldest weather, he rarely had a fever or a cold.
But ever since the Cui family committed the crime, Cui Hejin was tortured and his martial arts skills were abolished. In addition, he suffered in exile, and his body became weaker and weaker.
Cui Hejin felt better after drinking the water, but he was still weak and had a severe headache.
He said weakly, "Mom, I'm fine, don't worry."
"You're already in this state, why are you still saying you're fine? If Zhiluo hadn't discovered you had a fever, who knows what would have happened."
The medical skills of rural doctors cannot compare with those of imperial doctors in the capital.
If anyone in the village has a headache or fever, it could be fatal.
Mrs. Cui was also afraid.
"Zhiluo is a good kid. She ran out in the middle of the night, saying she was going to the town clinic..."
"It's so dark now, and all the clinics in town are closed. I don't know if she can find a doctor."
"The most important thing is that she's just a little girl. I'm really worried about her..."
Mrs. Cui felt upset and couldn't help but mutter a few words.
After hearing these words, Cui Hejin couldn't help coughing again, "Cough cough..."
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Jiang Zhiluo left the village and ran quickly towards the town.
Fortunately, I am familiar with the roads in town every day these days, so it doesn’t matter even if it is dark at night.
By the time they ran to the town, Jiang Zhiluo's forehead was sweating.
When she arrived at the clinic, the door was indeed closed.
Jiang Zhiluo stepped forward and kept knocking on the door, "Is anyone there? Is anyone there?"
She knew that all clinics had backyards, and normally there should be guards in the backyard rooms.
She didn't worry about whether there was a doctor or not, as she knew medical skills herself and she came mainly to get medicine.
The medicine boy was woken up in the middle of the night. He came out of the back room, opened the door and said, "Miss, our clinic opens in the evening. The doctor is not here and will come in the morning."
Obviously, the medicine boy was no longer surprised by this situation. Sometimes someone would come knocking on the door in the middle of the night looking for a doctor.
Jiang Zhiluo calmed her breathing and said, "I'm not here to see a doctor, I'm here to get medicine."
"Please help me, my family needs help urgently."
The medicine boy nodded, opened the door and said, "Then come in first."
The medicine boy lit the oil lamp and asked, "What medicine do you want?"
Jiang Zhiluo borrowed a pen and paper from the clinic and wrote down all the medicines she needed on the paper.
The medicine boy helped to pack the medicine and handed it to Jiang Zhiluo, saying, "This is one tael of silver, two hundred and fifteen coins."
Jiang Zhiluo quickly took out the silver and gave it to the medicine boy.
I was busy selling brown sugar every day for the past seven or eight days and earned more than four taels of silver in total.
I didn't expect that just three prescriptions would cost more than one or two taels of silver.
However, some of the herbs in the prescription she prescribed were indeed quite expensive.
Jiang Zhiluo was also deeply aware that the medical level in this era was backward and doctors were scarce.
The doctor from Wutong Village that my mother mentioned is the doctor for all the villages within a dozen miles. If anyone has any problems in the middle of the night, they will go to see this doctor.
But this doctor mainly treats minor illnesses, his medical skills are average, and his medicines are not complete.
To get the real medicine, you still have to go to the clinic.
"Hey, do you have any acupuncture needles used by doctors?"
The medicine boy frowned and said, "Yes, there are, but it's just that our young master put it here temporarily. During the day, our young master sees patients and needs it."
Jiang Zhiluo said, "Can I borrow it for a while? Don't worry, I'll return it tomorrow morning."
"If you're worried, I can pawn my things here and take them when I deliver the silver needles tomorrow."
The medicine boy hesitated for a moment and said, "That day, young lady saved someone, and our young master saw it all. I believe in you."
"Even if the young master knew about it, he probably wouldn't blame me."
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