Chapter 244 Feeling a Little Guilty
Lu Qingqing didn't know why she was so sure she could cure their illnesses.
Perhaps not.
They only saw her as their last hope.
Five or six girls were crying and laughing at the same time, all of them looking at Lu Qingqing with teary eyes as if they had grabbed a lifeline.
The madam waved her hand, dismissing the two pimps.
The manager looked at him questioningly.
The madam sighed, "Let's try again."
“It can be cured,” Lu Qingqing said confidently.
"It wasn't originally a serious illness, it just dragged on for too long."
I know you're trying to make money, but I also have a bit of humanity. If you start taking medication as soon as you notice symptoms and rest for half a month, there won't be any problems.
Why insist on killing the goose that lays the golden eggs? You've put people in such a terrible state; in the end, they'll die, and you'll be the ones who lose out.
Lu Qingqing spoke to the madam and the manager, her tone naturally not very pleasant.
With fire burning in one's chest, who can speak politely?
The madam and the manager were used to fawning over people, so they wouldn't care about her temper.
Their biggest concern is getting treatment!
"Dr. Lu, can you really cure him?"
“I can cure them, but you also need to give them time to recover.”
"Of course, those girls hadn't put up their signs for several days anyway."
"There are rules in our line of work. If we spread disease to our customers, who would dare to come to Chunxiang Pavilion?" the madam said.
hehe.
This disease was originally transmitted from an unclean man, you know.
The woman on the ground is named Zimoli, and she is the one who is in the most serious condition.
Not only were there pustules all over his lower body, but also on his body, some of which had turned into malnutrition sores.
However, at this time, these were all local diseases, and syphilis had not yet spread, which is why Lu Qingqing was so sure that it could be cured.
If treated early, it can be cured by drinking some herbal medicine.
However, as the saying goes, in an era where talking about sex is taboo, firstly, people are ashamed to talk about it, and secondly, their status as people with no control over their own lives causes what should have been minor illnesses to develop into major ones.
Their underlying disease was gonorrhea, which later developed into various complications.
The most effective treatment for gonorrhea is antibiotics, which can effectively kill gonococci.
Azithromycin is the most effective.
But azithromycin can't be produced here; we have to use penicillin instead.
In fact, penicillin has been used for a long time.
The Compendium of Materia Medica lists a medicine for treating wounds called "Widow's Bedside Ash" under the Earth category.
The dust at the widow's bedside, the sores on the master's ears, were mixed with oil and applied.
The active ingredient in this medicine is penicillin.
Widows often live in poor conditions, with dark and damp areas around their beds where mold can grow in the dust. The penicillin in the mold has antibacterial and anti-inflammatory properties.
Therefore, our ancestors used penicillin hundreds of years earlier than it was discovered abroad!
The green mold that is rumored to grow on rotten oranges is actually not penicillin, but patulin, which is toxic and harmful to the human body.
Those are all just rumors.
Therefore, Lu Qingqing still used the old method to collect the moldy dust.
"Dr. Lu, will these punctures prevent them from growing back?" Zi Moli asked weakly, lying in bed with a thin blanket covering her.
"Apply this and it won't grow back. But there's still a possibility of recurrence. If you don't want it to recur, then eat and drink more, take care of your health, and if your resistance to disease is strong, you will naturally be less likely to get sick again."
Wearing gloves, Lu Qingqing carefully pricked each of the pustules and applied medicine.
For the first time, Zimoli felt like a person.
She looked at Lu Qingqing, who was dressed in men's clothing and moved gently, and her eyes gradually became unfocused.
Lu Qingqing then took out a small knife and made her spread her legs.
She treated each patient one by one without any impatience or disgust.
Apart from the most severe case of four o'clock flower, several others, such as pomegranate, did not spread throughout their bodies and were treated quickly.
The madam and the manager were now sincerely grateful and respectful to Lu Qingqing.
Finally, Lu Qingqing said, "From now on, everyone should separate and not stay together. You will need to undergo treatment twice more. You can go or I can come. Throw away all your old clothes, and disinfect the room with Coptis chinensis fumigation every day until you are fully recovered."
"Alright, alright, I'll pay for the fumigation for the girls," the madam said.
Then came the medical expenses, and the girls all took out their own savings.
Lu Qingqing charged the normal price and did not overcharge.
The girls looked at the madam.
The madam nodded. "Dr. Lu, please don't come here again. It's bad for your reputation. I'll have the girls go find you."
"Alright, we'll go in three days. Oh, and you should also be careful, there's something called sheep intestines or pig intestines."
"Hey!" the madam said helplessly. "I've said it hundreds of times, but some customers are just too difficult to please! They don't want to use our services."
"The reason they're unwilling is because there hasn't been enough publicity. You need to exaggerate the benefits of using it for them."
Furthermore, all the buildings are competitors, but also allies. If a man is found to be infected, they should inform each other.
The madam seemed to be deep in thought.
"Miss Lu is absolutely right!"
Gu Chengzhou could hear the sounds coming from inside from outside.
When the door opened, all the girls followed them out.
The way they looked at Lu Qingqing was like looking at a deity.
Yes, God.
He admired what Lu Qingqing said outside the Yellow Emperor Temple, but it didn't really move him.
Now he knows.
No wonder she was so angry.
He would rather offend a group of doctors than not speak up for prostitutes.
Prostitutes are truly pitiful; everyone looks down on them, and no one treats them like human beings.
Lu Qingqing treated everyone the same.
So in the eyes of these prostitutes, she was a goddess!
"What are you standing there for? Come on!" Lu Qingqing called out to him.
Gu Chengzhou quickly looked away, his handsome face turning red.
The madam glanced back and forth between the two men, then covered her mouth and chuckled.
"Dr. Lu, please, let me see you out."
As the madam ushered the girls back to their rooms and personally escorted them to the back door, she instinctively murmured, "Come again!"
"..."
Then she slapped her mouth and said with a smile, "Doctor Lu and Young Master Lu are a perfect match, both handsome and beautiful. I wish you a happy marriage soon."
"..."
Gu Chengzhou was stunned, then his face turned red and then white, finally erupting in anger: "What nonsense are you talking about? Which eye..."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw a straight figure standing not far away.
Dressed in a snow-white, narrow-sleeved, fitted outfit with a gold-embroidered belt, she exuded an air of noble aloofness, like sunlight shining on the pristine snow-capped peak, a sight not to be trifled with.
Those were the two outfits he painstakingly ordered for the young master when he went to order clothes for Lu Yun.
The young master said he didn't need it, but said that Miss Lu would like it. Unexpectedly, the young master put it on today.
He has excellent taste; the young master looks extremely handsome in his clothes.
But... but when the young master looked over, why did he feel a little guilty?
Lu Qingqing had already walked towards Ji Ruyan.
Why did you come here?
"Yes, I went to the mountain and came down to the village to look for you, but I didn't expect you to be in the city."
Ji Ruyan spoke gently, glancing at Gu Chengzhou: "Are you still standing there, reluctant to leave?"
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