Not for anything else, just because the Luo family is the rear area that Luo Fengtang and Chen'er care about most...
Over the years, Luo Fengtang and Chen'er have been out fighting the world, killing thousands of souls, many of them extremely vicious.
Seeking revenge, exterminating families, finding people's hometowns, threatening family members' age and weakness, digging ancestral graves...
Ordinary people can think of the enemies who were killed by Luo Fengtang and Chen'er's swords, as well as their gangs, can't they think of them?
Therefore, Yang Ruoqing can only bring one secret guard at most, and the main force should stay at home.
The carriage stopped quietly at the back entrance of Yihechun Medical Center.
In the carriage, Yang Ruoqing held Tuantuan in her arms. Tuantuan's fever had not completely subsided at this time. Her face was flushed and her eyebrows were closed.
The fine and curled eyelashes are like feathers, covering this delicate little face silently.
The child's lips were broken due to repeated fevers in the past few days.
Yang Ruoqing covered him with a small blanket. The little guy who was usually so lively, cunning and clever, was now so weak that he was leaning in her arms and even breathing was a little difficult.
Yang Ruoqing's heart clenched tightly, and she gently squeezed the little hands under the blanket.
These little hands are so small.
In the palm of my hand, it felt hot.
This heat seemed to add another fire to Yang Ruoqing's burning heart.
I have never missed the hereafter as much as I do now.
A pill of antipyretic medicine or saline solution will save the child from being so uncomfortable!
But this is ancient times, authentic ancient times, and medical technology is extremely backward.
There is no western medicine, only traditional Chinese medicine.
Traditional Chinese medicine is actually possible, but it must be symptomatic.
Chinese medicine is not as effective as Western medicine in sterilizing and eliminating viruses when it comes to recovery. However, there is no choice, so Yang Ruoqing directly puts pressure on shopkeeper Yihechun.
Today, Yihechun is not allowed to open for business. She wants the best medical resources to fully treat her son Tuantuan!
"Qing'er, are Tuantuan awake?"
Outside the curtain, Yang Huazhong's low voice asked again.
"not yet."
"It's still early now. I'm going to buy some steamed buns and stuff first. Can you help me with that?"
"Dad, I'm not hungry, go and eat by yourself!"
This is how people are, once their hearts are tied to something they care about, other things can be ignored.
Yang Ruoqing really has no appetite at all.
There was silence outside the carriage for a moment, and Yang Huazhong said, "Let's wait a while and diagnose Tuantuan first!"
Soon, the secret guard came back.
There was also a person on his back, and that person was the shopkeeper of Yihechun Medical Center.
He is also an old doctor with the most profound medical skills and the richest clinical experience in the hospital.
It's just that before the old shopkeeper woke up today, he was carried by the secret guards from his home in the north of the town to the back entrance of the medical center in the south.
When the old shopkeeper was put on the ground, his legs were still trembling and his heart jumped into his throat. He felt like he had a dream of flying!
"Old shopkeeper!"
Yang Huazhong hurried forward to greet the shopkeeper.
Yang Ruoqing also lifted the curtain of the carriage and glanced at the old shopkeeper.
The secret guard had said everything he needed to say before. When the old shopkeeper saw Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing, who looked solemn in the carriage, he was startled. He quickly stood up and came over and said to the two of them: "Let Mrs. Luo and the old man wait for a while." Wait, I’ll open the courtyard door right now, come in quickly!”
The old shopkeeper knew that it was not an occasion for greetings, so he said this, took out the key in his hand, went up and opened the courtyard door.
Yang Huazhong led the carriage into the yard.
The old shopkeeper quickly went to the ward in the backyard, opened the door of the best room, and said to Yang Ruoqing who got off the carriage behind her: "Mrs. Luo, please send the young master into this room."
"In addition, when I came here, I had already ordered someone to summon several other doctors. They are all on their way here."
Yang Ruoqing nodded and carried Tuantuan into the ward.
This is a single room ward with better conditions than other wards.
Yang Ruoqing put Tuantuan on the hospital bed and covered her with a quilt.
The shopkeeper came directly to the bedside and began to check Tuantuan's pulse...
Yang Ruoqing stood aside to accompany him.
Yang Huazhong stood on the other side.
Yang Ruoqing waved her hand and the secret guard retreated.
After the shopkeeper carefully checked Tuantuanzi, he asked Yang Ruoqing about his illness in the past few days.
The shopkeeper thought for a moment while holding his goatee, and gave the initial diagnosis: "Typhoid fever!"
"Convulsion!"
Yang Ruoqing understood that typhoid fever was probably caused by catching a cold, and then the body's immunity declined, so the virus invaded.
"Convulsion? Shopkeeper, is this a convulsion caused by a fever? Or a fever caused by a convulsion?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.
"But I didn't see my child twitching." Yang Ruoqing asked.
The shopkeeper said: "Just now, based on Master Ling's pulse pattern and his breathing, we can infer that not only his body has been corroded by the wind and cold, but his consciousness may also have been affected."
Is your consciousness affected?
Isn't that a disguised way of saying that the child was stimulated and frightened by something?
"Shopkeeper, do you mean that my grandson had a fever after being frightened?"
After all, Yang Huazhong next to him was a man of age and experience. Yang Huazhong immediately recognized the hidden meaning in the shopkeeper's words.
The shopkeeper said: "I am a doctor, and what I focus on is using pharmacological knowledge to treat diseases and save people. Logically speaking, other things are the considerations of half-immortals, and it is not my place to talk about it."
"I just deduce from Mr. Ling's pulse and heartbeat that it is very unstable and a bit unusual..."
Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing looked at each other, and both father and daughter understood what the shopkeeper meant.
Medical clinics provide medicine to save people.
Some things cannot be said directly.
"But my grandson didn't cry or make a fuss, nor did he say he was scared or anything like that!" Yang Huazhong said again.
In the past, when children in the village or in Lao Yang's family were frightened, they would cry and shout that they were scared.
Or they say some nonsense, so adults tend to think that way.
But Tuantuan didn't cry at all, just grunted.
He didn't say anything like being afraid of this or that.
When I have a fever, I don’t seem to be talking nonsense...
"Dad, it's not that he's not afraid, it's that he didn't say anything." Yang Ruoqing suddenly spoke.
When the fever subsided, it was like nothing happened.
Once the fever came up, the child's consciousness seemed to be somewhat blurred. He was in a semi-conscious state and could not open his eyes.
Heng Heng Heng, he didn't cry or make a fuss not because his body wasn't uncomfortable enough.
It's because it's so uncomfortable that the child doesn't have much energy to cry and make a fuss.
As for the expression of fear, this child must be clingy and extremely insecure, this is it!
Moreover, in the past few nights, Yang Ruoqing almost didn't dare to put him on the bed to sleep alone. As long as his back touched the bed board, he would wake up.
