The trembling voice made Song Shuwan look over and found that the person speaking was a very vicissitudes of life old woman. Her body was stooped and her eyes had become turbid due to the years. But even so, she struggled to open her eyes wide. It seems that he wants to see people clearly, and he also seems to want to see something that does not exist.
Song Shuwan softened her expression: "Of course we are here because of the plague, old man, the situation in Xuecheng has been spread. If it were not to save people, no one would come to Xuecheng at this time."
The old woman nodded: "Just think that you are here because of the plague."
Song Shuwan: "..."
Doesn’t this old man still believe it?
She didn't explain much, but turned and walked towards the patient who was coughing up blood.
While she was talking to the old woman, Han Sanzhen had already checked the pulse of the patient who was coughing up blood.
Song Shuwan asked in a low voice: "Mr. Han, what's going on with him?"
Han Sanzhen frowned and thought: "I can't tell, just take a look."
Song Shuwan neatly put her hand on her wrist, and after a moment took out the golden needle: "I'll protect his heart first, and we'll talk about the rest later."
As the golden needle fell, the patient who was coughing up blood gradually calmed down, and his coughing also became quieter.
"Is this really useful?"
"They are capable doctors, right? Can they really save us?"
Amidst various small sounds, Song Shuwan motioned to the soldiers next to her to send the person into the tent: "This patient must live closest to me."
Before the soldier recovered from the surprise, Song Shuwan saw this and raised her hand to pat his shoulder: "I need him to live near me, is that okay?"
"No problem, of course no problem!"
The soldier was startled, and after reacting, he immediately led the group aside, his words full of flattery.
That day, Song Shuwan and others only stayed in the camp. At night, she and Han Sanzhen pondered the situation of the patient during the day.
"He should be in a serious condition. Although it is a plague, his pulse looks like ordinary wind and cold. Doctor Han, have you seen this kind of disease before?"
After finishing her words, Song Shuwan received no response, so she turned her head and saw Han Sanzhen touching his chin and looking thoughtfully at the patient on the bed. Her heart suddenly moved and she repeated the question at the end of her words.
"Mr. Han, have you seen similar symptoms before?"
Han Sanzhen came back to his senses and said uncertainly: "I have seen something similar, but that time it was not a plague, and it is not difficult to treat."
"It's not difficult to treat?"
Song Shuwan repeated the four words in his words and said thoughtfully: "Did the disease change, causing it to look like this now?"
Han Sanzhen shook his head: "I'm not sure either, but you can try the previous recipe."
After that, Han Sanzhen wrote down a prescription.
Song Shuwan looked at it for a moment and found that the medicinal materials in the prescription were very common, and they were basically used to treat wind and cold.
"Mr. Han, is this prescription not very...applicable?"
If it was just an ordinary wind and cold, the doctor who came before would probably have dealt with it long ago.
Han Sanzhen tapped the table: "This prescription is indeed not very applicable, but I think that since this prescription is effective for ordinary wind and cold, it means that it also has some effect on this plague. The only difference is that we How to adjust."
Song Shuwan had a thoughtful look on her face. If she needed to adjust, she could give it a try. The question was, where to start adjusting?
Han Sanzhen kept looking at Song Shuwan, and seeing her deep in thought, he couldn't help but smile: "The current situation is indeed a bit difficult to adjust. Although it involves human lives, it is very important, but it is inevitable to clarify the situation. Don't worry, we still have one day tomorrow. I’ll think about it tomorrow night.”
The night passed quietly.
On the next day, Song Shuwan and Han Sanzhen checked people's pulses throughout the camp and checked on the condition of each patient with different conditions.
As noon approached, Song Shuwan had some ideas in mind: "Mr. Han, what do you think of this adjustment?"
She wrote down the new prescription, held it in both hands and handed it to Han Sanzhen.
"Your new recipe is pretty good. Let's give it to those people first to see if it can stabilize their condition."
"good."
Song Shuwan called the person who managed the medicinal materials in the camp and handed over the new prescription: "Starting tonight, all patients will drink the medicine in this prescription for two days, and then I will check the situation."
"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away."
The prescription was taken away and that night the sick people in the camp drank it.
In the middle of the night, while Song Shuwan was still sleeping, she was woken up by a burst of noise.
"What's wrong? What happened outside? Why is it so noisy?"
Song Shuwan asked, putting on the robe next to her.
The next moment, Qin Xue walked in from outside the camp: "It's the patient in front who is making trouble, and it seems to be related to tonight's medicine."
Song Shuwan's expression changed, and she strode out. She saw a group of people surrounding Han Sanzhen from a distance. She didn't know what they said, but all of them looked filled with indignation. What's more, they stretched out their hands to push Han Sanzhen.
Seeing that Han Sanzhen was about to fall to the ground, Song Shuwan couldn't hold it anymore and rushed over in three steps and two steps at a time, supporting Han Sanzhen who was about to fall.
"What do you want to do? Why are you pushing people away for no reason?"
"For no reason? He changed our medicine as soon as he came, but it still didn't work. How can you say it was for no reason?"
"Yes, this is not for no reason. We have to give an explanation, and you must give us an explanation."
Facing the clamoring sounds from all around, Song Shuwan frowned and slowly tightened her hand supporting Han Sanzhen.
The next moment, Han Sanzhen patted her hand: "Don't be angry."
Song Shuwan lowered her eyes: "I'm not angry."
Han Sanzhen smiled. He knew very well that Song Shuwansheng was not angry, but the people in front of him were not malicious, and there was no need for them to care.
At this moment, a group of soldiers hurried over.
"What are you doing? What are you doing here if you don't sleep at night? Get out of here!"
The people were dispersed, but when everyone left, their expressions were angry, and their eyes were full of resentment.
Song Shuwan clenched her fingers, anger welling up in her heart, but she quickly suppressed her emotions, said a few words to the soldiers who came forward to apologize, and then returned to the camp with Han Sanzhen.
"Mr. Han, what's going on? Why do those people say it's useless?"
Han Sanzhen sighed: "I don't know who exposed the fact that Fang Zi was replaced. Those people were afraid of death, so they shouted that it was useless, and it made a big fuss."
Song Shuwan couldn't believe her ears. She was making noise and making trouble just because of this. Those patients were too stupid.
Rubbing her eyebrows, Song Shuwan said: "That prescription should have some effect, it can't be useless at all."
"I know, but those people don't believe it."
Han Sanzhen stood up slowly: "Don't be too headache-y. No one can be sure of the situation until the end of this matter."
Song Shuwan sneered: "The way they look, they just want to be sure..."
Before she could finish speaking, there was a sudden shouting and cursing from outside.
"You useless doctor who cares about human life, get out of here!"
