Luo Bingqian became the Crown Prince's study companion, and the two of them became students of Li Ting.
She cried all night after learning of Xiao Ding's passing.
The news that Hu Changshi was Li Ting caused Xiao Ding to fall ill.
During his illness, he often had nightmares in which various ghosts came to take his life, some being torn apart by chariots, others being slowly sliced to death, and still others being burned to death—the scenes were too gruesome to bear.
Seeing her precious son's momentum suppressed before he even began to fight, Zhao Yunwan wished she could just kill Li Ting.
However, Xiao Ding is still too young, and all the arrangements have not yet been completed. If she acts too hastily, she will expose her purpose. In that case, not only will Nan Chen Kingdom fail to obtain it, but she may even drag Dayue Kingdom into the abyss as well.
Moreover, according to Zhao Yunwan's intelligence, Prince Anle, Xiao Yi, seems not to have given up his ambition to become emperor.
Lu Dacheng took a young apprentice from the Imperial Medical Academy to Jishetang.
Upon entering Jishetang, Lu Dacheng was taken aback. The furnishings inside were remarkably convenient and well-organized.
There are areas for fever, areas for sprains and bruises, and areas for difficult and complicated diseases.
Patients sat in the corresponding areas according to their symptoms and waited, while Fan Zuan busied himself moving between the several areas.
Lu Dacheng entered Jishetang, and Fan Zuan saw him, but Fan Zuan ignored him.
The patient is the most important.
Several minor officials who came for a consultation today became restless after Lu Dacheng entered.
They could have asked doctors from the Imperial Medical Academy to treat them, but it seemed that no one in the Imperial Medical Academy knew how to treat food addiction. Fan Zu'an had indeed cured many of his colleagues, so nowadays, officials in the court who had symptoms of food addiction were going to Jishetang.
Lu Dacheng glanced at them with disdain, and the minor officials lowered their heads. "Hmph, a few small fry, let's just give up on them. They're incapable of accomplishing anything great," Lu Dacheng thought to himself.
Lu Dacheng then found a seat in the difficult and complicated disease area and sat down. The young apprentice looked around Jishetang with curious eyes.
He had been working odd jobs for the imperial physicians at the Imperial Hospital for five or six years, but none of them were willing to teach him medicine. He would secretly read medical books in his spare time and silently memorize the various symptoms of patients when he accompanied the imperial physicians on house calls, so that he could write prescriptions based on the medical books when he got back.
Recently, Wang Yangchun saw him a few times and gave him some pointers. Later, every time Wang Yangchun returned from a house call, he would have him transcribe the prescriptions.
Now, this little medicine boy, once he's allowed to treat patients independently for a period of time, will become a useful doctor.
Unfortunately, Lu Dacheng was too proud and couldn't tolerate others being outstanding.
For the first time, the young apprentice Xu Liangchen had the idea of leaving the Imperial Hospital. The more he looked at Jishetang, the more he liked it. He thought he would return to the Imperial Hospital today and ask Physician Wang about it.
Lu Dacheng had been observing Fan Zuan's treatment of patients. Some of the methods he had never seen or heard of before, but his subconscious told him that Fan Zuan was handling it very well. If it were him, he would not be able to reduce the patient's suffering in the shortest amount of time.
Lu Dacheng had to admit that Fan Zuan was a genius doctor.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted outside the door. "Dr. Fan, Dr. Fan, come quick! Help!"
Upon hearing this, Xu Liangchen instinctively rushed to the door to check the situation.
Fan Zu'an also quickly came out. He saw a man in his thirties with a large gash on his arm from a blunt object, from which blood was flowing.
Xu Liangchen went to help and saw that Fan Zuan had quickly tied the upper part of the arm with a rope, which reduced the bleeding. Then Fan Zuan had someone help the man to a small room in Jishetang to wait.
Lu Dacheng watched as Fan Zuan handled the patients at Jishetang in an orderly manner, without any chaos, and the patients waited quietly in their respective areas.
Looking up and carefully observing Jishetang, a large banner reads: "The order of treatment will be determined according to the severity of the illness, and emergency cases will be given priority."
The man's bleeding had stopped. Fan Zu'an washed his hands, put on a pair of gloves as thin as cicada wings, took a gourd-shaped bottle, pressed it a few times, and a watery liquid came out.
The patient roared in pain.
Next, Fan Zu'an opened up the man's wound and carefully cleaned it. The wound was caused by a blunt instrument, and it was necessary to remove the rust fragments embedded in the flesh.
So Fan Zuan took out a pair of delicate tongs and carefully picked out the crumbs.
After cleaning the wound, Fan Zuan used a fishhook-like needle to thread and stitch it up.
After the stitches were completed, medicinal powder was sprinkled on top.
The man, seeing that the matter was resolved, wanted to settle his medical bill and go home. But Fan Zu'an told him to wait a little longer.
"Brave man, your wound was caused by a blunt object. Blunt objects can harbor fungi, so you need to take more medication to prevent tetanus."
When Lu Dacheng first heard the word "tetanus," he searched his memory but couldn't find any medical books that mentioned it.
“Brave man, listen to Doctor Fan, you can’t go wrong. My neighbor was stabbed by a rusty nail, he didn’t apply any medicine or see a doctor, and the wound festered within a few days, and he died inexplicably.”
"Later, my husband was also injured by rusty farm tools. He saw Dr. Fan and learned that if this condition was not treated early, he would get tetanus. After Dr. Fan treated my husband, the wound healed completely and he didn't get that damn tetanus. Now he's as strong as an ox."
Lu Dacheng was shocked! He had encountered patients with this disease before. Some people died inexplicably after their wounds were treated. Could it be tetanus?
Fan Zu'an took out an ounce of cicada molts from the medicine drawer, wrapped them up, and instructed the man: "Boil them in water, add a cup of yellow wine, drink it, and you'll sweat. Then you can rest assured."
After seeing the man off, Xu Liangchen jotted down his observations of the day in his notebook, planning to discuss them with his master when he got back.
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