Chapter 60 A Tender Touch
She didn't dare to think about it anymore, and said with red ears: "I, I still have to look up medical books tomorrow. Besides, it's not good to go back too late tonight."
There is no reason to let go of the rabbit that you have already caught.
The man's thin lips caressed her earlobe and whispered seductively, "Just this once, okay? I promise I won't hurt you again."
Wen Ning felt that his words had long lost their credibility in this matter.
She tilted her head to avoid the tickle beside her ear, and pressed her fingertips against his chest, as if begging for mercy: "Just once?"
"Just once."
Seeing his eyes darken, Wen Ning's ears felt hot, and she added softly, "Then, then hurry up, okay?"
She wanted to go back early because she had a lot of things to do.
"hurry up?"
The man chuckled softly, and his warm palms grasped her wrists. He slowly twisted her arms behind her back. Wen Ning could only look up at him slightly.
The tip of his nose brushed against her cheek, and his breath landed on her lips, light and hot. "Ning'er, you know, this word is the last thing you can say to a man."
Xie Jinglan freed one hand and stroked the slender white neck.
He lowered his head and bit her tender lips, forcing her to respond.
The familiar sweetness spread between his lips and teeth, and he kissed her seductively.
The silk gown slid down to her waist, forming lazy folds on her snowy skin, leaving a half-hidden haze.
He knew how to strike a balance, and wherever he went, he successfully caused a shudder.
The light peck of thin lips is like a pen dipped in ink, and the fair skin is filled with tender spring colors.
The man's cold, dark eyes were filled with the most scorching heat as he admired the beautiful painting attentively.
Wen Ning gradually felt dizzy, but her hands were tied behind her back. Although she was clearly resisting, the curve of her breasts pressed against his chest more clearly.
Warm, fragrant and soft, pressed tightly against my arms.
Xie Jinglan released his big hand from her wrist, and before the woman could recover from the shackles, he lifted her up horizontally.
Her radiant peach blossom eyes swept across the large carved bed. She thought it was almost the critical moment, but she heard the man's hoarse voice say:
"Be good, I haven't even bathed yet, so let's start from there."
Some battles he could win quickly, but other battles required a protracted battle.
Wen Ning didn't know how she got into the bathtub or how she got to the bed.
She felt like a huge millstone was crushing her repeatedly.
It was clearly only once, but she felt that this experience had already gone beyond the scope of "once".
Even after getting on the carriage, his body was still trembling slightly.
Xie Jinglan was a little worried and insisted on sending her back.
But she refused to do so no matter what, as if she was hiding from a ferocious beast.
The man looked at the little person who came to his door twice and left with a weak body both times.
I'm afraid that if anything happens again in the future, she will have to send a pigeon to send a letter.
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The next day, two medical officers sent by the county government arrived at the village quickly.
They walked around among the patients, carrying their medicine boxes, feeling their pulses and examining the color of the rash. Then, twirling their beards, they said confidently, "It's just a common pox rash. Take two doses of dispersing medicine, and it will subside within ten days."
Wen Ning followed them silently all the way, her desire to learn humbly still lingering, but she never expected them to come to this conclusion.
"Sir, there are several patients over there, most of them with symptoms at different stages. Could you... please take another look at them?" Wen Ning said carefully.
The old medical officer glanced at her, his tone filled with impatience, "No need for that. They all look like smallpox outbreaks, just with different degrees of severity."
As he said this, he was about to pick up the medicine box and leave.
"No, sir." Wen Ning's voice was a little anxious. She didn't dare to block the way and just stood aside politely.
She handed the pieces of hemp paper in her hand to the two medical officers.
"This is the comparison I wrote yesterday. Normal pox starts out as small, pale red rashes, but these patients' rashes appeared quickly and densely, turning dark purple in just half a day. They also had a persistent high fever and a bloody cough. The symptoms before and after the rash appeared were also different. This is definitely not what a normal pox rash looks like."
She looked at the medical officer, her eyes full of pleading.
The medical officer took a quick look and saw that the paper not only listed the symptoms, but also drew a comparison of the rash shapes.
Wen Ning only saw the old medical officer's tense face, and then heard him say disdainfully:
"You're just a village woman, with only a basic understanding of pharmacology. How dare you question the diagnosis of a government medical official? Smallpox has varying degrees of severity, so it's normal to have some unusual symptoms."
The young medical officer also agreed, "Yes, Zhang has been practicing medicine for thirty years. He has been involved in every epidemic in the prefecture and has seen every symptom."
He glanced Wen Ning up and down, his tone even more contemptuous, "You look no more than twenty years old. Even if you've been studying pharmacology since you were young, how many real diseases have you seen? Don't make a fuss here."
Seeing this, Ji Xianglan couldn't help but prove to the two medical officers:
"Although Xibao's mother looks young, her medical skills are well-known in our village. Ever since someone in the village fell ill, she hasn't slept a wink. She takes the patient's pulse during the day and compares it with medical books at night. How could such a meticulous person make a big deal out of nothing?"
Several villagers also responded, "Yes, yes, we all know it."
The young medical officer frowned and was about to scold, but Medical Officer Zhang raised his hand to stop him.
The old medical officer glanced at Ji Xianglan, his face darkening, "You country woman, you still want to talk to us about medical skills? I just happened to cure two minor illnesses!
Do you know how much trouble it would cause if we shouted "epidemic" without absolute certainty? Once the city gates were sealed, countless businesses would have to close their doors, and those inside wouldn't be able to leave, and those outside wouldn't be able to come in. The city would be in chaos!"
Hearing the medical officer's ridicule, Wen Ning had no choice but to fold the hemp paper and put it away. She said calmly:
"I'm young, so naturally I haven't handled many medical cases. But I've been watching over my patients these days, noting down when they develop a fever and how their rashes change color.
These comparisons are not something I wrote casually. If we ignore them because we don't see any serious problems, or if we cover them up because they are troublesome, I am afraid we will miss out on important matters."
The young medical officer had already taken a step forward, but when he heard this, he felt as if something taboo had been touched upon.
He waved his sleeves in a timid manner, scolding, "How dare you! Woman, you're taking things too seriously. Following the official prescription is absolutely correct, but you insist on exaggerating and making people panic. Are you crazy about wanting to be credited?"
The old medical officer also shouted in a deep voice: "If you dare to speak nonsense again, don't blame us for taking you back to the county government office for questioning!"
Looking at the backs of the two people leaving, Wen Ning felt like something was blocking her heart. She didn't feel much resentment, but just felt heavy.
Now, she could only ask everyone to tie mugwort and atractylodes into small bundles and hang them in front of and behind the patient's house to keep away the foul air. Even if it only made the air a little cleaner, it would be good.
Fortunately, no one was hurt yet. But if the disease really got serious, according to the records she had seen, after the person died, the pimples on the body would crack open, and the oozing fluid would have a sweet and fishy smell that would attract flies and insects. By then, it would be truly unstoppable.
She didn't expect that as a doctor, no one would believe her even though she had a record of the symptoms.
On the contrary, it was the Marquis who was willing to believe her words.
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