Half an hour flies by.
Miss Lin was lying sickly, still hidden under the quilt, revealing a delicate and delicate face, staring at Bai Song carefully and quietly with a pair of bright eyes filled with stars.
She felt much more comfortable, her breathing was calm, and there was actually a hint of red on her pretty face.
This isn't shyness, it's a sign of rawness.
Even Father Lin and Mother Lin could see that the lifeless look on their daughter's face had disappeared.
Mother Lin grabbed her husband's clothes tightly, trembling with excitement and wet with tears: "My daughter is saved! My daughter is saved!"
Father Lin was speechless, but also burst into tears.
Bai Song sat beside Miss Lin's bed, without the customary etiquette when they first met.
He had been sizing up Miss Lin for a long time, and he felt that if he could sleep with such a beauty in his arms every day, what would it matter if he got married?
This is truly a delicate person rarely seen in this world. Her smoky eyebrows are as light as a painting, her pink nose is as clear as jade, and her mouth is fragrant orchid, lingering between her lips, adding more vitality, making her face full of aura. No matter from which angle you look at it, the girl in front of you perfectly satisfies the Bai Song Dynasty's fantasy about ancient women. The poetic and artistic charm of ancient women seems to be written on the face of Miss Lin, no matter how she writes, plays the piano, dyes ink, or dances... All kinds of gestures can be seen from those twinkling eyes that hold everything.
It's not love at first sight, but when it comes to the most beautiful scene that he can think of at this moment, Bai Song only has this sick girl in his heart.
This softness can be held in the palm of your hand and looked at for a lifetime.
"Thank you, doctor."
The sick girl said a few words shyly.
Bai Song smiled shyly, completely forgetting that he was an old man of two generations, as innocent as a big boy.
Next to the bed was the silver needle that had just been taken off. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Lin Tingzheng wouldn't believe that everything was real.
Countless doctors came to the door and saw that her daughter's condition was incurable. This guy actually restored her life with just a pair of silver needles.
"Five qian of coptis, five qian of skullcap, three qian of gardenia kernel, two qian of turmeric, two parts of cinnabar, and two parts of bezoar. Grind them into powder and serve with honey. Take three times a day, one spoonful each time. Five days After that, the young lady’s energy and blood should be as gentle as ever.”
Bai Song spoke calmly and confidently in the field he was good at.
Although Lin Tingzheng didn't like children from poor families, but it was related to his daughter's life, he nodded repeatedly and took notes while writing.
After the record was completed, Lin Tingzheng carefully asked: "So my daughter can be cured?"
Bai Song shook his head: "Acupuncture followed by Niuhuang Qingxin Pills only cured the disease of qi and blood attacking the heart, but the tuberculosis in the young lady..."
"tuberculosis?"
This is a word that neither Lin's father nor Lin's mother has ever heard of.
Bai Song was stunned and quickly corrected himself: "It's commonly known as tuberculosis."
"Tuberculosis? How did my little girl get tuberculosis at such a young age? Doctors around her said it was caused by the plague."
In ancient times, plague was just a general term for some sudden infectious diseases, not tuberculosis alone.
Although Ms. Lin has been quarantined recently, judging from the attitude of Lin's father and mother, the quarantine measures are not firm enough. It seems that she has come into contact with many people on weekdays.
If it were really a serious infectious disease such as smallpox, cholera, malaria, etc., Ms. Lin would never be the only one in the entire Lin Mansion to be sick.
However, the symptoms of tuberculosis are somewhat similar to those of the general plague, and there may be some misdiagnosis.
Bai Song didn't want to waste his time explaining, he just said that he needed some time to prepare.
After seeing Bai Song's acupuncture, the Lin family gained some confidence and asked Bai Song to stay in their daughter's hospital to take care of their daughter. They asked for any medicine they needed. As long as their daughter could be cured, everything would be easy.
…
In the old house of the Lin family, the old lady of the Lin family devoted herself to practicing Taoism and no longer interfered with the affairs of the Lin family.
Lin Tingzheng's younger brother Lin Gangzheng rarely visited, and was telling his grandfather about recent events in the Lin family.
A year ago, his father died of illness and passed the title of head of the Lin family to Lin Tingzheng.
This brother has long been dissatisfied.
"Grandpa, Lin Tingzheng has made no achievements since he took charge of the family. There have been many disasters inside and outside the Lin family. Lin Xiang'er's death is a warning from heaven. As long as you are willing to come forward to help and promote me as the head of the Lin family, you will definitely get the support of the elders of the clan."
The old man held a whisk in his hand and closed his eyes. He just said lightly: "I shouldn't be involved in Lin family affairs. However, the current head of the family wants to marry a daughter into a poor family. It really goes against the ancestral teachings and is unbecoming. That's all, Lin Xiang'er's. Death is a sign from God that the head of the Lin family should be replaced."
After hearing the old lady's words, Lin Gangzheng felt a little more confident and said goodbye.
As soon as we boarded the carriage on the way back, news came from the servants accompanying us that Miss Lin's son-in-law had saved Miss Lin's life with the magical method of acupuncture.
…
Miss Lin's life was saved.
Bai Song's life was also saved.
Now Bai Song is responsible for the care of the eldest lady, and three meals a day for him and his younger sister are guaranteed.
But Bai Song still couldn't relax.
Because only he knew that Miss Lin's life was still hanging in the balance.
The situation is far less optimistic than everyone in the Lin family imagined.
Treating tuberculosis is very simple based on modern medical treatment, but it was a very difficult matter in the Tang Dynasty more than a thousand years ago.
Bai Song had studied traditional Chinese medicine for many years and knew that tuberculosis was a terminal disease in the history of traditional Chinese medicine.
There are some treatment prescriptions recorded in ancient books, but according to practical results, they cannot cure the disease, but they can only alleviate the condition.
Ms. Lin's body was too weak, and her condition had been going on for two months and was already very serious.
Simple maintenance methods are difficult to preserve.
Streptomycin is a must!
Streptomycin was first discovered in 1944.
The year is now 629 AD.
Where did Bai Song get streptomycin?
For a streptomycin, Bai Song couldn't eat for two days.
…
Maybe it’s really that I think about it day by day and dream about it at night.
One day when he fell asleep, Bai Song entered a dark space in his sleep, with a small box inside.
The box is lit up like a treasure chest in a game.
Bai Song stepped forward to open it in a daze, and found a vial containing streptomycin and a brand-new syringe inside the box.
"Am I so obsessed with streptomycin? It even appears in my dreams?"
With this in mind, Bai Song picked up the items in the box.
At this moment, Bai Song suddenly woke up from his sleep and sat up from the bed.
On the other side of the woodshed, my sister Bai Rou rubbed her sleepy eyes and asked in a low voice: "Brother, what's wrong?"
"No...nothing, it was just a dream."
Bai Song wiped his sweat, but felt that things were not that simple.
The memory in the dream is too clear, right?
Just as he was wondering, Bai Song suddenly realized something and broke into a cold sweat.
When I looked at my hands again, I saw that I was holding the streptomycin bottle and brand new syringe I had seen in my sleep!
"It's not a dream! It's all real? Is there a mysterious space accompanying me through time?"
Looking at the medicine bottle in his hand, Bai Song thought for a long time.
"Could it be that as long as I think about something obsessively, something will appear in that space?"
