Chapter 61 Drug Check
After Wen Ning returned home, his emotions gradually subsided.
Whether others believe it or not is one thing, but it is always right to make all the necessary preparations.
She reorganized all the patient information, divided it into three levels according to the severity, and re-prepared and wrote prescriptions for each level.
When you have fever and throat swelling, use honeysuckle and forsythia to clear the surface.
When the rash turns purple, the prescription is changed to Lithospermum officinale and Red Peony Root to cool the blood.
When the cough and wheezing came with blood, gypsum and Anemarrhena were added to protect the lungs.
She wrote the prescription on a bamboo slip and inserted it next to the corresponding medicine jar.
The patients in the village believed her and were all very obedient. They would stay at home to recuperate if possible.
As soon as she said to change the prescription, everyone obediently went to get the medicine according to the prescription.
But the situation is different for several neighboring villages.
They felt that since the medical officer said it was not an epidemic, there was no need to make any more trouble.
So they just treated it as ordinary smallpox.
Wen Ning was helpless, and it was no use talking so hard.
Once we got busy, we were delayed for another two days.
When she had some free time that day, she took a carriage to Mo Shu Pavilion.
When the clerk pushed open the carved wooden door of the library, she was so surprised by the shelves full of books that she stopped in her tracks.
There are three rows of bookshelves extending from the ground to the ceiling, and the air is filled with the fragrance of paper and ink.
"The Marquis sent someone to tell me two days ago that the medical books that the young lady wanted to consult are now on the desk by the window."
The clerk in a green robe spoke respectfully, gently pointing his right hand towards the inner room.
Wen Ning bowed and followed the clerk inside.
Walking around the fifth row of bookshelves, I saw hundreds of books neatly stacked on the large pearwood desk by the window.
A celadon teacup was still warming in the copper stove beside the table, and curls of tea smoke slanted towards the window lattice.
Such thoughtfulness and consideration made Wen Ning feel a little embarrassed.
She said softly, "Thank you, sir, for your trouble."
"You are too polite, young lady. These are all found according to the Marquis' instructions. We have prepared all the medical books we can think of here to save you the trouble of searching."
The clerk stood waiting nearby. Wen Ning hesitated for a moment, then raised her eyes and asked, "Excuse me, sir. Besides the books on the desk, if I could find some other medical books on poison identification, would that be possible?"
The clerk nodded quickly, "Of course. The books on poison and witchcraft are all kept on the last shelf in the west corner. If you need to look up any book, there's no need to be shy. Just ask."
Wen Ning thanked the clerk again and sat down in front of the wooden desk.
The sun outside the window moved quietly. She flipped through all the medical books in front of her one by one and found that only one book, "Folk Epidemic Records", had any record of red throat and smallpox.
Red-throat pox: The epidemic lasted no more than three times, and ended in winter. Eight to nine out of ten people died, and only hunters in the mountains were spared.
She sighed softly and pushed the book aside.
An epidemic will not last more than three days, otherwise it will change. The essence of this is that climate change can temporarily cut off the spread of the epidemic.
According to the records in the book, the epidemic broke out at the beginning of summer, but people like moisture and fear dryness, so it should be contained in autumn.
The disease lasted from the hot summer to the cold winter.
Many of those who died had lost their strength before the arrival of autumn when their illness would subside.
Wen Ning rubbed his brows, not daring to imagine that situation.
Since there is no ready-made formula to follow, the only thing we can do is copy down any similar epidemic diseases we can find, perhaps they will be useful in the future.
After copying the records related to the epidemic, his eyes fell on the book on poisons beside him.
The master once said that the poison that the Marquis was infected with was called "Yuanyang Sha".
Even though he said it when he was confused, Wen Ning felt that the master would not make things up.
So, she kept thinking about it in her heart, always wanting to find out the antidote to the poison.
My fingers slid down the catalog, one book after another.
There is no "Yuanyang Sha" (mandarin duck evil spirit). It is not found in any books on poison identification and detoxification, and there is not even an entry with the word "Yuanyang".
Wen Ning rested the spine of the book against her forehead and sighed softly. Could it be that the master remembered the name wrong?
Thinking of this, she could only carefully read through each volume, comparing similar pulse patterns and checking for symptoms of poisoning.
I finished reading most of the book, but still found nothing.
She rubbed her sore wrist and then picked up a book called "A Study of the Origins of Various Poisons".
As soon as I opened the cover, I heard a slight "pop" sound, and a thin booklet fell out from the spine.
There is no title or signature, and the pages are slightly yellowed, like a handwritten note.
Wen Ning picked it up from the wooden table and opened the notebook. The moment his eyes touched the handwriting, his fingertips trembled violently. It looked very much like his master's handwriting.
She hurriedly pressed the letter on the wooden table, her fingertips hanging in the air, not daring to let go.
How could such a coincidence happen?
Wen Ning forced himself to remain calm and carefully compared several of his master's unique writing habits.
I can't help but sigh: It's really the master's work!
I used to copy prescriptions for my master, and I would never mistake his handwriting.
But when she understood the contents, her throat tightened.
This does not contain any method of detoxification and identification of poisons, but a detailed book on the secret techniques of making poisons.
According to the rules, the content related to poison techniques should have been removed by the transcribers long ago, and the library only includes medical books that comply with regulations.
However, this thin volume has neither a signature nor a title. It must have been accidentally mixed into a pile of ordinary medical books when the library was being sorted.
Wen Ning only knew that his master was good at detoxifying, but he had never seen him make poison.
She picked up the book "The Origin of Various Poisons" again and saw the signature on the title page: Zhang Zhenghe, a tribute to the Imperial Hospital.
He is a medical officer in the palace and seems to have nothing to do with the master.
It must have been by chance that it was included in this book.
She read the contents of the notebook carefully again. In just a dozen pages, she had not expected the sophistication of the poison making to be so extraordinary.
Use the habits of plants and trees to control poison, use the changes in weather to promote poisoning, and even use the mutual promotion and restraint of yin and yang between men and women as a breeding ground for poison and a medicine for detoxification.
Master has always been a man who saves lives and helps the world. When has he ever studied these methods of making poisons?
Is it to understand the root cause of each poison and know how to detoxify it?
Wen Ning couldn't figure it out for a moment, and finally slowly closed the letter and put it back between the pages of "The Origin of Various Poisons".
After reading all the books, I still haven't seen any solution to the "Yuanyang Sha".
Only then did she realize that she had been holding the book for too long, her knuckles had become stiff and white, her eye sockets were sore and swollen, and even the back of her neck was sore.
The sun's shadow outside the window has slanted to the end of the bookshelf.
Judging from the situation, it’s probably almost the You hour.
When she arrived, she saw a small wooden sign on the side of the study door that read "Closed at Youshi".
If I delay any longer, I will delay the clerk's return home.
Wen Ning quickly put the books in order and said goodbye to the clerk.
Then he got on the carriage and drove towards Xianfengyuan.
She hadn't seen Xibao for two days, and she needed to express her breast milk every few hours.
Now I feel a little bloating in my chest again.
Considering that Xibao is already one and a half weeks old, it is time to wean her.
Xianfengyuan, in the study.
Xie Jinglan was reviewing official documents when he suddenly heard a childish sound of "Hey hey hey" coming from outside the door.
Xibao's face flushed red as he used his hands and feet to climb up the stone steps towards the study.
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