The so-called plague at the border is actually chickenpox, a common disease in the 21st century.
Varicella is a primary infection caused by the herpes zoster virus. It is an acute infectious skin disease characterized by blisters all over the body. It is highly contagious and can easily cause regional epidemics. Lifelong immunity can be obtained after recovery.
In the advanced modern world, there is a vaccine antibody for chickenpox. Even if you really get chickenpox, it will not be life-threatening as long as you get timely treatment. But in this backward era, chickenpox is a plague, a disease like the plague god. In their minds, the plague is something that can take their lives at any time and is an extremely terrifying thing.
"So the plague is not an incurable disease." Standing in front of the crowd of military doctors, An Tingyu explained the symptoms of chickenpox. Of course, she did not mention anything about the 21st century. She just gave a brief explanation, so that these backward ancients could have a certain understanding of it.
"I have a prescription here, please write it down." An Tingyu casually pointed at a physician and was about to say something else when a report came from outside the door.
"Miss An, Imperial Physician Zhong has arrived with the Imperial Hospital's doctors, saying they're here on the Emperor's orders."
An Tingyu frowned and looked back at Yang Qingyi, who quickly shook his head and waved his hands, "I don't know, Master never mentioned it to me, and there was no time to mention it. You went to the Nineteenth Medical Clinic and took me away directly. I didn't even see him."
"What would you do if I embarrassed your master in front of you?"
"Uh..." Yang Qingwei opened his mouth and said carefully: "You two are my masters. Honestly, it's best not to hurt an innocent person like me. You two can fight... no, just spar with each other."
An Tingyu glared at him, then said to the soldier who reported: "Let them all come over!"
She needed manpower, but she didn't need people who would only cause trouble for her.
Soon, a dozen doctors from the Imperial Hospital, led by Doctor Zhong, came into An Tingyu's sight. Looking at them, An Tingyu just nodded indifferently, and then said to Yang Qingwei beside her: "What I just said, you will explain it to the people in the Imperial Hospital. I'll be out for a while."
An Tingyu stood up and was about to leave when Doctor Zhong said, "Miss An, you don't have to be angry with me. After all, I don't understand you, but..."
Doctor Zhong glanced at Yang Qingyi and said, "The fact that I, your disciple, can stay by your side is the best proof. So if I have offended you in the past, please forgive me, Miss An."
He was dissatisfied with An Tingyu only because she said that she was the Nineteenth Concubine. He had heard about the Nineteenth Concubine's medical skills and business methods. Although he always said that Yang Qingwei was an unfilial disciple, as a medical practitioner, he understood the mentality of striving for advancement. Therefore, he was not angry that Yang Qingwei became someone else's disciple. He also always wanted to meet this person who even his arrogant disciple admired.
That day, he heard the news that An Tingyu was going to treat the Queen Mother, but who was An Tingyu? She had been a cowardly and incompetent loser since childhood. Even though she had become smarter now, he had never thought that she had medical skills, so he always believed that the story that An Tingyu was the nineteenth concubine was false.
Until that day, after he questioned it, An Tingyu resolutely went to the border. He then realized that he was really suspicious, so he asked the emperor for permission and volunteered to go to the border. Firstly, he wanted to see if An Tingyu was the nineteenth concubine. Secondly, of course, it was the simplest question, because he was a doctor, and doctors were of course here to save people.
However, as soon as he entered the room, he knew that An Tingyu was really the nineteenth concubine, because his disciple was standing next to An Tingyu, which was the best proof.
When Doctor Zhong said this, An Tingyu was a little confused, but she quickly came to her senses, "Since Doctor Zhong has said so, if I still care about it, then it would be my fault."
After saying that, An Tingyu sat back down. She had originally wanted to leave because she was worried that there would be a conflict between herself and Doctor Zhong, which would make Yang Qingwei feel embarrassed. However, she didn't expect that Doctor Zhong, who had been so against her that day, would apologize to her first. She couldn't care less about it, and she wasn't such a petty person.
"Master, let me tell you about the symptoms of this plague..."
Yang Qingwei repeated what An Tingyu had just said, and then replied, "That's about it."
"Now that we know this is chickenpox, then the medication is the same as..."
"Doctor Zhong, I already have a prescription here," An Tingyu interrupted Doctor Zhong and continued, "Two liang of mulberry leaves, one liang of chrysanthemum, one liang of burdock seeds, two liang of almonds, two liang of red peony root, two liang of isatis root, two liang of honeysuckle, two liang of forsythia, two liang of raw coix seed, two liang of plantain. For fever, add reed root and gypsum. For severe toxic heat and many pustules, add green leaves, coptis root, and dandelion. For dry stools, add rhubarb. In the later stages of the disease, if there is dry mouth, red tongue without coating, and other symptoms that damage the yin, add rehmannia and yuanshen."
"I remember Miss An mentioned soybeans. Then what is the purpose of soybeans? There are no soybeans in the prescription!" Knowing that An Tingyu was the real nineteenth concubine, Doctor Zhong humbly asked for advice.
He thought to himself, since An Tingyu asked the emperor to prepare a large amount of soybeans, she must have her reasons, otherwise she would not be looking for trouble.
This time, before An Tingyu could speak, Yang Qingwei said, "Master, soybeans are for those who are not sick. Look, this is the master... uh, I forgot there are two masters here..."
Yang Qingwei scratched his head.
"Nineteen!" An Tingyu threw out two words. Since she had snatched someone else's apprentice, she shouldn't snatch their name. Not to mention that she didn't care much about what they called her.
Yang Qingyi was stunned for a moment, then he understood and nodded, "Okay, from now on I'll call you Master Nineteen! That way you two won't know who I'm calling when you're standing next to each other."
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