Nangong Yun saw that Fu Manxing and Lu Yi were trying to stop them, and knowing what they were carrying, he decided not to take the risk.
"I'll wait for you here. You have to come over here after you see the situation."
"Remember, be careful."
He stared into Fu Manxing's eyes and gave instructions.
"Okay, sir."
Fu Manxing looked up at Nan and spoke solemnly, seeing the concern in his eyes.
Nangong Yun stood there and watched Fu Manxing walking forward alone with a medicine box on his back, his eyes a little dazed.
He inexplicably thought of the saint in the palace who was served by palace maids and eunuchs, protected by everyone, and even treated politely by Nangong Qi. Could she be like this?
He had the honor of meeting two saints, and both of them had always lived in the palace, with the best food, clothing, housing and transportation. None of them was like Fu Manxing.
First, he was almost kidnapped by bandits, then he was soaked through by heavy rain and cold wind, and now he has to go deep into the center of the plague.
He still remembered the scene of Fu Manxing kneeling down on the ground without caring about the mud on the ground. Her clean skirt was already covered with dirt in the heavy rain, and her clean little face was pale from the wind and water.
After entering the intensive care unit, Fu Manxing looked around carefully.
It was very empty in here. Ten meters away there was a house made of wooden boards. All the sick people were lying on the boards.
She didn't see any doctor, so she just went to the first room.
She smelled a foul odor when she was three meters away from the patient.
The people here are in the most serious condition. Most of them have skin ulcers and are unconscious.
Fu Manxing's heart skipped a beat when he saw the man on the first bed.
It looks disgusting and scary.
She bit her lip subconsciously, looked over the partition, and saw a row of people with bad skin, her heart sank.
The atmosphere here is dead silent, filled with the breath of death, and those wide-open eyes are filled with pain and despair.
Although the sun was shining brightly outside, she felt only cold in here.
She looked at the patient struggling on the bed, trying to suppress the fear in her heart. After making a blessing gesture, she leaned over to check on the man's condition. Suddenly, an elderly voice came from behind her.
"Who are you? Don't you know this is the intensive care unit? Get out of here!"
When Fu Manxing heard the voice, her eyelashes trembled and she quickly turned around.
"Is that Uncle Zhong? I'm a doctor too. I won't leave."
She remembered Nangong Yun telling him that there was an elderly doctor who chose to stay and take care of the patients.
Uncle Zhong looked at the young Fu Manxing and became even more anxious when he heard these words.
"Even if the little girl is a doctor, she can't do it. This disease is very strange and many doctors don't dare to take on this hot potato. If I weren't old, I might not dare to come. You should leave now before it's too late."
As Uncle Zhong said this, he pulled Fu Manxing's sleeve and prepared to ask him to leave.
"Hey, Uncle Zhong, I have confidence in my medical skills. Besides, I've already come in here and have been infected with the disease. Let's treat them as soon as possible."
Fu Manxing watched him being dragged away, and hurriedly grabbed Uncle Zhong and explained quickly.
Uncle Zhong stared at her exposed eyes for a long time, but saw no sign of retreat. He sighed and did not insist any longer.
"Little girl, you'd better think it over carefully. You won't be able to leave later. Cover your mouth and nose. My medicine is almost ready. Take a look at it yourself first."
As Uncle Zhong was speaking, he smelled the aroma of the medicine he had decocted, and quickly hurried away to the decoction area.
Nothing is more important now than researching prescriptions.
Fu Manxing watched Uncle Zhong hurried towards the medicine decoction area, checked his mask, and continued to enter the first room.
This patient's condition was relatively better than those who were covered in pus. He was just swollen all over and had many pus-filled pimples on his face.
Fu Manxing held his breath carefully, moved closer to the man and examined his face first, then raised his hand to look at the man's eyes.
After a quick check, she raised her hand and gently placed it on the man's wrist to take his pulse.
After examining the first patient, she moved on to the second patient and completed all the examinations following the same steps as the first patient. She went directly to the patient's room where pus had already filled the entire bed. This time she didn't go in but just looked from outside.
After confirming what she was thinking, she went to the place where Uncle Zhong was decocting medicine.
At this time, Uncle Zhong had already poured out the medicine and was ready to feed it to the patient who was still conscious.
"Uncle Zhong, can I take a look at your medicine jar?"
"Look if you want, little girl."
Uncle Zhong did not stop her. He looked at Fu Manxing who looked calm and composed, and actually hoped that she really had him.
After getting approval, Fu Manxing carefully opened the medicine jar, smelled it carefully, and poured out some of the residue to take a look.
After confirming what herbs were available, she opened the medicine box, took out the herbs she had prepared earlier, looked through them, and quickly prepared a prescription that was slightly different from this one.
"Little girl, there's a poisonous herb in your prescription."
Uncle Zhong did not question directly, but just reminded him in a slightly tactful way.
"Uncle Zhong, I know, but this disease is very aggressive. Once you get it, it won't take long for pus to form. The usual plague treatments are too gentle. We need something more potent."
"Uncle Zhong, if you don't believe me, you can wait for me to boil a batch of medicine and try it out."
As Fu Manxing explained, he took out a pair of clean medicine pots and started decocting medicine.
The first step required controlling the heat very well. She did not leave the room the entire time, carefully controlling the heat. When it came to the second step, which only required simmering the fire, she freed one hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
After feeding the medicine, Uncle Zhong came back and stood outside watching without saying a word. He watched Fu Manyxing decoct the medicine smoothly and control the heat. He waited until Fu Manyxing was free before speaking.
"Little girl, I was just shortsighted. Just your method of decocting medicine is already better than that of an average doctor."
"What's the little girl's name?"
Although Uncle Zhong didn't believe that Fu Manxing's arrival could solve the problem, he still recognized Fu Manxing's medical skills.
"Uncle Zhong, you can just call me Manxing."
Fu Manxing could see the kindness emanating from Uncle Zhong, and spoke with a smile in his eyes.
"Uncle Zhong, if you are interested, you can follow me to the patients. I want to give them acupuncture."
"Oh, do you still need acupuncture?"
Uncle Zhong asked with a slight frown.
Although acupuncture was also used in this era, most of the treatments for patients involved seeing a doctor and getting medicine, and acupuncture was rarely used.
This little girl in front of me looks young, can she really do it?
"Yes, Uncle Zhong, this disease is too severe. We need to release some of the poison from the patient with pus."
Fu Manxing knew that Uncle Zhong was suspicious, but he didn't say much.
Anyway, you'll believe it when you see it with your own eyes.
Her medical skills were taught by her aunt, who was the best doctor in the Fu clan. Her aunt said that with her medical skills, she could cure not only all kinds of diseases, but even the most bizarre poisons in the world.
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