Chapter 6 Treatment
"Stop the car, who is in the car?" A team of soldiers stopped a horse-drawn carriage on the road.
The driver was an old man in his fifties. He jumped off the carriage with a hunched back and quickly knelt down and said, "The people in the carriage are our master and mistress. The mistress died of an illness a while ago, and the master is here to bring her back for burial."
The officers and soldiers used knives to pry open the curtain of the carriage and saw a thin, bearded middle-aged man sitting inside. There was also a corpse next to him, dressed in a shroud and covered with a white cloth, and his appearance could not be seen clearly.
The officer pinched his nose, lifted the cloth, took a look, and waved his hand: "Let's go."
"Thank you, General." The driver hurried back to the carriage and drove it on.
The corpse lying in the car was none other than Song Lin, the eldest son of the Song family who had been given poisoned wine and had passed away.
After leaving his hometown that day, he returned to Shangjing alone and worked in the Imperial Medical Court with trepidation. Within two days, as he expected, the emperor died!
After a night of tossing and turning, the emperor died at 12:00 pm on July 28. In order to keep the secret, the four doctors who were on duty with him that morning were all given poisoned wine by the queen.
Song Lin had a close relationship with the commander in chief of the capital during his lifetime. After his death, Yang Tianguang sent someone to replace his body, which was dressed up as a woman and secretly sent back to his hometown in Jiangcheng County.
The carriage passed through the alley and turned into the back door of the Song residence. The driver knocked on the door and handed a jade pendant to the servant, saying, "Please give the jade pendant to your second and third masters and tell them that I am bringing your eldest master back."
When Song Bai received the news, he immediately ran to the back door, tripped at the door, and his clothes were covered in mud.
"Quick, let them in!"
The servant quickly opened the back door and drove the carriage into the yard. The man in the carriage lifted the curtain and got out, bowing to Song Bai and saying, "I am here on the orders of Lord Shi Yang, the commander of the capital, to bring Mr. Song back."
Song Bai lifted up his clothes and knelt down to kowtow in thanks.
The thin man quickly reached out to support him and said, "You can't do that. I have to be loyal to the person who entrusted me with the task. I hope you can show your condolences and bury Mr. Song as soon as possible."
"It's my duty." Song Bai wiped his tears and nodded. "Hurry up and send you two to rest. You must have been tired on the journey."
The two men did not refuse. They were exhausted from carrying a dead body around all the way, so they followed the servant to the side yard to rest.
Not long after, Song Qiao also arrived. He was even more embarrassed than Song Bai and ran over without even wearing shoes.
"Brother, brother!" Song Qiao ran and cried like a child, without caring about his face at all.
Song Bai couldn't help crying when he heard his cry. The three brothers were born of the same mother, grew up together and studied medicine together, so they had an extraordinary bond. Even if there was any unhappiness before, it has been resolved by now and turned into endless grief.
The two brothers worked together to lift their eldest brother out of the car. Seeing Song Lin wearing women's clothes, they couldn't help crying.
The housekeeper Song Dayi stepped forward to comfort them: "My Lords, now is not the time to cry. Send the old man to the backyard immediately. If the old lady finds out, it will be a disaster!"
Song Bai pulled Song Qiao up and said with sobs, "Send brother back."
The servants hurried forward to help and carried Song Lin to the side yard.
Because Song Lin's body was secretly sent back, the funeral could not be held in a grand manner. Only a few lamas were invited to perform rituals, and the body was quietly sent to the ancestral tomb for burial overnight. No one in the city was alerted at all, and it could be said to be silent.
Only the Song family knew that if the pillar of the family collapsed, the whole building might collapse.
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After seeing Song Lin off, Song Bai also fell ill. Although it was just common typhoid fever, Song Yuzhu still let him rest at home and went to the clinic to practice medicine herself.
He treated several patients in the morning, and at noon Song Quan brought lunch made by Jiang.
"My wife asked me to tell you that the weather has been cold these past two days. Wear more clothes in the morning and evening and be careful not to catch a cold."
"Hmm." Song Yuzhu cleaned her hands and opened the food box, which contained a plate of crystal shrimp dumplings and two side dishes. The food cooked by Jiang family tasted very good, and even in the future, it would not be worse than that in the restaurant.
Song Yuzhu picked up the chopsticks and just picked up one, but before she could bring it to her mouth, a man suddenly ran in from the door.
"Doctor, is the doctor here? Hurry up and save my wife!"
Song Yuzhu quickly put down his chopsticks and said, "Young man, what happened to your wife?"
The man cried, "Young Master, please stop making trouble. Call the doctor out now!"
"I am the doctor here."
The man Zhu saw that he was not very old and questioned: "You? Can you do it?"
Song Quan frowned and said, "How can you talk like that? Our Master is famous in this city..."
"Brother Quan." Song Yuzhu pulled him, this was not the time to argue.
Although the man didn't trust Song Yuzhu, he had no other choice but to accept his fate and said, "My wife is having a difficult labor. The baby hasn't been born for several hours. The midwife said that if she can't give birth, both the mother and the baby may not be able to be saved!"
"Song Quan, pack up my medicine box for me! Uncle Ming, help me get a prescription to stop the bleeding!"
"Hey!" The two of them got busy. Song Yuzhu also brought the set of surgical tools that his father had kept in the bottom of the box, just in case they really couldn't give birth and had to do a caesarean section.
After packing up their things, the two followed the man towards his home, walking on the muddy path, passing through two narrow alleys, and finally arrived at the man's home.
The woman in labor was lying on the kang in the room with her eyes closed. Her face was as pale as gold paper and she had no strength left.
The midwife had already left, leaving only the woman's mother-in-law muttering, "I've never seen anyone give birth as hard as you do. When I was growing up, the baby fell out as soon as I bent over. You useless thing. If you suffocate my grandson to death, I'll never forgive you!"
"Get out of the way!" Song Quan pushed the old woman away and let Song Yuzhu in.
There was no light in the room, the windows were sealed, and it was so dark that only a silhouette could be seen. Song Yuzhu walked to the side of the woman in labor and reached out to feel her pulse. She was barely breathing and her pulse was very dangerous!
Just as she was about to reach out and feel how many fingers were open down there, her mother-in-law rushed over.
"Whose family are you from? How can I let my son live his life after you touch my daughter-in-law's body?"
Song Yuzhu said coldly: "Get out of the way, my lord is dying!"
The woman's husband blushed and pulled her mother away, saying, "This is the doctor from the Song Clinic. Don't get involved!"
Song Yuzhu touched it and found that all ten fingers were open. Unfortunately, the fetus was in an abnormal position and the baby was lying horizontally in the belly and could not be delivered.
"Brother Quan, light the candles. I will give her an acupuncture first, and then see if I can correct the fetal position."
"Hey!" Song Quan took out a candle from the medicine box and lit it. After lighting up the room, he realized that the family was extremely poor. How was he going to pay for the medicine? !
Silver needles were inserted into the Houxi and Weizhong acupoints of the parturient, and the pain was relieved. The woman's expression instantly eased a lot. She opened her eyes and looked at Song Yuzhu with a hint of expectation on her face.
Song Yuzhu took out a life-saving old ginseng pill from the medicine box and stuffed it into the woman's mouth. He patted her hand and said, "Don't worry, I will save you."
The woman's eyes moved and tears flowed down the corners of her eyes.
The old woman pouted and muttered, "Son, where did you find such a young boy with barely grown hair? Did you get cheated?"
Song Yuzhu ignored him and lifted the woman's skirt to help her turn the baby's position.
He had done this job in his previous life. Although he was the chief of surgery, he also helped out when the obstetrics and gynecology department was short of staff. The technique required to turn the fetus was very high. The force should not be too strong or too weak. Too much force could easily hurt the baby, and too little force could not turn the baby.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he put his hand on it, the old woman started to act like a demon again: "Hey, please don't hurt my grandson!"
Song Yuzhu was so angry that she said angrily: "If you still want your wife and children to live, take your mother away!"
"Who do you think you are? Why are you chasing me out of my house?"
The man wanted to cry but had no tears. He pushed his mother out and said, "Mom, please get out now!"
As soon as she left, the room became quiet instantly, and the woman lying on the bed couldn't help but snort.
Song Yuzhu raised her head and saw that she was actually smiling, with a hint of life in the corners of her eyes.
Changing the fetus is a strenuous job. Song Yuzhu was young and weak and could not do it at all, so she called Song Quan to help.
Song Quan, the young feudal lord, was young but had a lot of thoughts. He put his hands behind his back and shook his head, saying, "Master, I'm not married yet, so I can't touch other women."
Song Yuzhu raised her hand to prick him with a needle, but Song Quan had no choice but to come over to help reluctantly.
Following Song Yuzhu's instructions, Song Quan carefully supported the woman's belly, and the two of them worked together to turn the baby. After a while, the fetus was in the right position. Song Yuzhu said, "Madam, try to use a little more strength. The baby can be born now."
The woman nodded, bit her lips and pushed hard, and soon the baby's head came out! Then the shoulders and arms slowly appeared, and with a weak cry, the baby was finally born safely!
Song Yuzhu wiped the sweat from his face, and the words on the book slowly changed to (91/100), and there were nine more people.
Song Quan clasped his hands together excitedly: "Thank God! The child is fine!"
The man outside the door heard the baby crying and rushed into the house: "Oh my baby! Is it a boy or a girl?"
Song Yuzhu helped wrap the child and placed him next to the woman.
"Girl." The woman lying on the kang whispered.
The man fell silent for a moment, his face showing disappointment that he couldn't hide. He left the room without saying anything.
When the old woman heard that it was a girl, she was so angry that she slapped her thigh and cursed outside: "Bah, you made such a fuss just to give birth to a money-losing thing! I don't have the money to pay for your medicine!"
I didn’t expect that this mother and son would actually abandon the daughter-in-law who had just given birth and the child and hide away…
Song Quan was furious: "Our young master came here with good intentions to help save people, why do you have this attitude?!"
The woman struggled to get up while holding the child: "Little doctor, I will pay you as much silver as you want. Although I have no money at the moment, I can pay you back little by little when I make money."
Song Quan said helplessly: "The consultation fee is one tael of silver, plus acupuncture and pills..."
Song Yuzhu interrupted Song Quan: "Madam, lie down first. You are weak after giving birth. We can talk about the money later."
Just think of it as a good deed, as long as the adults and children are fine. After packing up the medicine box, the two of them left the dim little room.
On the way back, Song Quan was full of indignation: "This family is really hateful! I will ask the staff from the clinic to come and collect the debt tomorrow!"
Song Yuzhu shook her head and said, "Women in this world have a hard time. That young woman just gave birth to a girl. Her life will probably be even harder in the future. Let's forget about this little bit of silver."
Song Quan sighed while carrying the medicine box on his back, "Master, this guy is really weird. They are all women, but he still makes things difficult for them. Why is that?"
"Brother Quan, do you have any sisters at home?"
"No, there is only an older brother named Song An, who serves the second master." Song Quan is a family-born child, and his father is Song Dayi, the housekeeper of the Song family.
Song Yuzhu: "This matter can be explained in one or two sentences, but if you get married in the future, you must treat your wife and daughter well."
In this feudal dynasty, it was not so bad for rich families, but for poor families, a girl was worth less than a sheep or a pig. Even if he had superb medical skills, he could not cure the deep-rooted idea of favoring boys over girls.
"Of course! Boys and girls like it equally!" Song Quan didn't know what he was thinking about, his face turned red and he stopped talking.
On the way back, I suddenly saw a group of soldiers wearing double-layer armor walking towards the city.
Song Yuzhu frowned, feeling more depressed.
(End of this chapter)
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