"Please, sir, step back and stand in a ventilated area."
"Sir, if our judgment is wrong, you can still go in again. At this time, you won't be able to diagnose or take care of the patient. You might as well stand far away."
The prefect of Weizhou did not dare not accept the kindness of the two doctors.
Nothing else.
The elder Mr. Li said.
He suspected that King Jin had dysentery.
And another Dr. Sun also made the same judgment.
Dysentery!
Half of the people who get this disease will die.
If it is just a personal illness caused by eating bad food, if it is contagious, then the entire Weizhou government office must be closed down.
In the worst case scenario, even the entire city of Weizhou will be locked down because of this patient, King Jin!
At this time, the prefect of Weizhou felt extremely regretful and began to recall how many times he had contacted Prince Jin when he came to the government office just now.
However, once he thought about how, in order to show his loyalty, he helped King Jin take the smelly spittoon when he first came, the prefect of Weizhou felt nauseous again, felt like he was sweating all over his body, and felt uncomfortable everywhere.
When the prefect of Weizhou saw two doctors walking in with solemn faces, he almost stopped one of them in public and asked him to see if he was also infected with dysentery.
Dysentery is an incurable disease!
He was only thirty-five years old, and he became the prefect in his prime. He still wanted to embrace the lap of King Jin and one day be promoted to the capital and become a third-rank official.
But I never thought that I would die on the way to success with King Jin.
"May all gods and Buddhas bless King Jin. What he is suffering from is not dysentery, but the two doctors who made a mistake."
"I am willing to accept a penny bribe for the next year in exchange for King Jin's good health."
Jiachu did not hear the private conversation between the magistrate of Huazhou and the doctor.
But when he saw the exaggerated prayer of the Weizhou magistrate, his heart suddenly sank, and he had a vague premonition.
If I remember correctly.
On the last night he stayed in the backyard of the county government office, the official girl whom the prince took into his room had lived in prison for a while.
The prison was not clean, perhaps because the official lady transferred the illness in the prison to the prince.
If this is the case, that lady from an official family should not even think about having the grand dream of climbing a dragon and clinging to a phoenix.
If you don't condemn her to death, you have to let her fend for herself!
Only then can we offset the sin of making the prince so ill!
This way.
After the two doctors took Jin Wang's pulse and checked the excrement in the bucket and spittoon, their expressions became more solemn.
But they still did not rush to make a decision, and took the lead in asking the guards inside and outside the house: "Who has been serving Prince Jin these past two days?"
"it's me."
As soon as Jiachu opened his mouth, the two doctors were startled.
I don’t blame the two doctors for being blind, it’s really because they didn’t notice, deliberately lowered the sense of presence, and was born with a low sense of presence.
When they saw Jiachu wearing a face covering, the two asked Jiachu: "Apart from you, who has been in contact with Prince Jin for the longest time?"
"Coachman."
"How has he been these past two days?"
"I felt cold occasionally. I drank a bowl of ginger soup the night before yesterday. Later when I was driving, there was nothing strange."
When the two doctors heard his reply, they breathed a sigh of relief and muttered something.
Jiachu listened carefully and seemed to say something like "God of Medicine bless you".
When A first saw this, he felt relieved.
Judging from their performance, the prince's condition should not be as serious as he thought.
"Prince Jin has dysentery."
"..."
Jiachu was so surprised that he opened his mouth wide enough to fit a duck egg, and the black scarf covering his face fell off.
"Hurry up and cover up."
The older doctor hurriedly covered Jiachu.
"Although according to our judgment, Prince Jin's dysentery has no signs of infection for the time being. It should be due to physical illness and gastrointestinal dysentery caused by infection with external evils. However, we have to guard against the possibility of infection. From today on First of all, except for you who stay to serve the prince, it is best not for anyone else to come in."
"Our property and lives are all entrusted to the prince. If the prince dies, we will not be able to survive. We are not afraid!"
The expressions of the guards standing far away gave the two doctors a headache.
This is not something to be afraid of.
But... if dysentery becomes contagious, if one more person becomes sick, it may infect several more people.
Originally, it was just an illness that occurred to a few individuals, and it might be possible to get better with medication. But if the illness became more severe and the matter became serious and caused panic, the entire Weizhou government office might even be closed down.
At that time, Prince Jin will only suffer more and be more dangerous.
The elder Mr. Li analyzed the pros and cons to the guards. After listening, they all fell silent and looked at Jia Chu, waiting for Jia Chu to come up with an idea.
"Listen to what the doctors say, thank you two doctors. Please do your best to cure the prince's illness. As long as the prince recovers, there will be many rewards!"
Jiachu was panicking in his heart, but on the surface he was still trying to calm down.
But when the prefect of Weizhou confirmed that King Jin was indeed suffering from dysentery, he felt that the whole sky was about to collapse.
"Your Majesty really has dysentery. Could it be that you made a wrong diagnosis? How about I invite a few more doctors to come over and you can study it again. Is there any other possibility?"
The prefect's question left the two doctors speechless.
During floods, dysentery broke out and countless people died.
The two older doctors had experienced several floods in their lives, as well as the influx of refugees from other places to Guannai Road due to floods, so they could tell at a glance that King Jin was suffering from dysentery.
They have some experience in treating dysentery.
When I heard the prefect's words at this time, even if I felt resentful, I still stopped him in time.
"Your Excellency, please don't go to other doctors for diagnosis and treatment, lest the dysentery spread and there will be no doctors for consultation in the whole Weizhou City."
"We are old. If Prince Jin cannot be cured, the worst he can do is to hand over his life here. Sir Wanwang puts the people of Weizhou first and reports the matter to the court first."
Mr. Li has limited self-awareness.
Dysentery is a disease that is highly likely to be cured if treated promptly when it first occurs.
But there is no guarantee that it will leave sequelae such as gastrointestinal problems in the future.
King Jin has already collapsed and even vomited bile. If they treat him according to their usual methods, even if they can save him, King Jin will lose five to ten years of his life due to physical wear and tear, and his body will collapse from then on.
Don't say anything else.
It is impossible to regain his glory. In the following days, he can only rely on soup and medicine to survive.
But if the imperial doctor in the capital comes up with a unique prescription, it may give King Jin a new lease of life.
"this……"
The prefect of Weizhou panicked for a moment.
He couldn't make the decision regarding King Jin's affairs, so he could only look to Jiachu.
He knew that Jiachu was a secret guard of Prince Jin's Mansion and a close aide of Prince Jin.
It is up to Jiachu to decide whether to report this matter to His Majesty or not.
"I will immediately send someone to deliver a message to the capital, asking Your Majesty to send an imperial physician to treat me."
When Jia Chu expressed his stance, Langzhong Li and Doctor Sun suddenly had new hope in their eyes.
Especially Dr. Sun, who quickly reminded Jiachu.
"Brother, if I remember correctly, Master Hua is also in the capital. Two years ago, there was a case of dysentery in Guannai Road. I was lucky enough to survive the medicinal soup under Master Hua. He has unique insights into the treatment of dysentery. I might as well Please come with Master Hua and we will ensure that Prince Jin is safe!"
When Li Langzhong heard this, he quickly nodded in agreement.
"Old Sun is right, as long as Master Hua comes, Prince Jin will be saved!"
