The dark room, the dark courtyard.
In the past, Wen Zhiyun would always timidly pull on his brother's sleeves, not daring to move forward.
But now, he just glanced in the direction of Fengjing and stepped in without hesitation.
The Danyang County Sheriff was probably seriously ill. He was lying on the bed haggardly, lifeless.
Even when Wen Zhiyun was sitting on the bedside, he didn't react, letting his arm be pulled out and his pulse being checked.
"How is it, how is it?" Jiang San asked impatiently.
Wen Zhiyun shook his head, opened Danyang County Magistrate's eyelids, touched the Tianling gently, and then touched it back to his wrist, "The slow and slow pulse is caused by the external attack of cold evil, which causes the Weiyang to be blocked, and the Yang Qi cannot be released and becomes stagnant. Then the yang stagnation gradually turns to heat, and the tight pulse caused by the contraction of cold evil gradually becomes floating and slow, which is a correct pulse condition for typhoid fever."
But the appearance of the Danyang County Sheriff and the concierge was different from ordinary typhoid fever, which really put people in trouble.
Doctors have a difficult journey and are guided by many teachers.
Wen Zhiyun's medical practice originated from ancient books and chapters of history. Even though he went to Taiyuan Hospital, he still reviewed the past, learned new things, and explored the past.
After being unable to find a conclusion for a long time, he resolutely walked into the study room of the county governor's house, immersed himself in ancient books, and sank into the sea of medicine.
He didn't know how long it took, but he found the answer in the Treatise on Febrile Diseases written thousands of years ago.
"Today's fevers are all caused by typhoid fever."
"There are five types of typhoid fever: stroke, typhoid fever, damp-temperature disease, febrile disease, and febrile disease."
"Although it is impossible to determine whether the Sheriff is suffering from dampness or febrile disease, as long as you try patiently and try again and again, you can always find the answer."
So Jiang San saw the gentle Dr. Wen running around in circles, patting his thighs wildly, and then hurried to the concierge and said sincerely, "The Sheriff is weak and can't stand the torture. I need a relatively healthy patient to try." Medicine, are you willing?"
The porter stammered and could not speak.
I think so. They just come to the county magistrate's house to work, not to sell their lives.
Unwillingness is the norm in the world.
Seeing the light in Wen Zhiyun's eyes disappear, the girl's firm and clear voice came from the backyard, "I do."
She is dressed in rich and elegant clothes, and her blue dress lights up the darkness of the house. Her dignified and tough face is 50% similar to that of the Danyang County Sheriff. She should be the distinguished daughter of the County Sheriff.
"I got sick later than my father, but now my body and bones are in good shape, so I am the best candidate to try the medicine." The girl Pingting paused, "Please don't be afraid, little doctor, and take the medicine with confidence."
The sooner you treat the symptoms, the sooner you can recover.
Wen Zhiyun looked over steadily and nodded for a long time.
Typhoid fever itself is less contagious than plague, cholera and tuberculosis. Like malaria, it can be prevented by paying attention to cleanliness and avoiding raw water.
However, the people themselves did not like to wash their hands, scooped up raw water to drink, and closed the doors and windows tightly when they were seriously ill, adding fuel to the fire of typhoid fever.
The governor of Danyang County responded quickly and ordered the county governor's house to be closed tightly, prohibiting patients from contacting the people. However, he still could not stop the spread of the infection, leaving the prosperous Danyang County alone.
"From today on, people in the entire county governor's mansion will no longer drink raw water, cover their mouths and noses when meeting, open doors and windows for ventilation, and wash hands before and after meals." Wen Zhiyun gave special instructions.
The next step is to take medicine, again and again, bowl after bowl.
The addition or extraction of different medicinal materials, as well as the amount added will affect the efficacy of the medicine.
The county guard's daughter-in-law was responsible for drinking, and Wen Zhiyun was responsible for taking the pulse, adjusting the proportion of medicinal materials according to the pulse response, and finally determined the detoxification prescription based on Coptis chinensis.
"There are two prescriptions in total. The other one tastes better. Why should I choose the Coptis one?" Jiang San was puzzled.
Wen Zhiyun said nothing, watching the county governor's daughter feed the medicine into Danyang County Sheriff's mouth, and then stretched out her hand to feel for the pulse again.
The long and weak pulse finally became stronger after drinking the decoction again and again.
The Danyang County Sheriff, who had been in a coma for several days, opened his eyes and responded with a hoarse voice, "Because... Coptis chinensis is cheap and the common people can afford it."
A good doctor should put the people first.
The efficacy of the medicine is important, and it is even more important that the people can afford it.
Just like this time, the typhoid fever could be solved by the teachers and commanders from Taiyuan Hospital, but it would take more than ten days for them to arrive, so Wen Zhiyun, who was closer, came without hesitation.
"The Sheriff has finally woken up." He raised a smile, "I have copied this recipe and give it to the pharmacy in the city as soon as possible so that you can get medicine for the people."
Just a few days earlier could have saved countless lives.
Danyang County Sheriff looked back at the young doctor steadily, his old and cloudy eyeballs moving slightly, as if he could see the twisted and trembling substance around him.
That's what they both have, a common love for the world.
One closed the county magistrate's office to control the spread of the disease.
One bravely broke into the county governor's house and painstakingly researched the prescription.
"Okay, okay, okay." He shouted three times, "It's a blessing that the Chongqing Dynasty can have a person like Doctor Wen. I will report the truth to the court, and then establish a monument for you, so that the people of the entire Jiangnan will be recognized. Thank you."
His eyes even fell on his legitimate daughter, "When there is no more typhoid fever in the city, if you are willing, you can even..."
"I can't wait any longer, sir." Wen Zhiyun stood up and shook his head politely, "People from Tai Hospital should be arriving soon, and people from Fengjing will also come to handle related matters. I will stay soon."
He bowed slightly and turned around to leave.
Danyang County Sheriff's eyes widened, puzzled and confused, "Doctor Wen, wait a minute, where are you going?"
"Of course...Fengjing." Wen Zhiyun pursed his lips, "My family is waiting for me there, and I haven't had time to express congratulations to my brother."
"The affairs of Danyang County will be left to the governor. I believe the investigation will reveal whether the typhoid fever was an accident or a conspiracy."
He is a healer and always does what he is supposed to do.
He loves Dayu, and he loves the people living in the Dayu Dynasty even more.
The neat and elegant prescription lies on the table, slightly shifting as the wind blows.
The young man put the medicine box on his back, got into the carriage, and walked farther and farther.
The closer we get, the closer we get.
