strictlysupreme Chapter 490: The old man who died frequently.
Chapter 490: The old man who died frequently.
Listening to what Shi Er said, I knew that the three of them in this group were working very hard. The eleven houses were not big, but generally a house in a village usually has three main rooms, and there would also be a corner room and a kitchen next to it. , at worst, a fence would be used to enclose the yard. The area is still quite large, and it would take a lot of time to disinfect such a circle, not to mention moving the patients.
Jiao Zhongjue couldn't help but glance at Shi Erduo. The young man was in his early twenties at most, and he was a pretty strong government servant.
"Go to the thirteenth most serious house first."
Chu Chu's words surprised the three government officials. They thought that by saying this, they would think that the thirteen people were hopeless and would give up treatment.
During this period, because the decoction and medicine were precious, magistrate Tao originally asked them to carry the patients to a corner, give up treatment, and let them die on their own.
This is not just what Magistrate Tao thinks, but when doctors hear that it has reached such a state, they will shake their heads and say, "There is no cure."
Seeing that he didn't understand, Chu Chu could only tell him: "The medicine this time is good, and I might be able to save my life."
Chuchu knew that although the three pills were very effective, they were only for common severe cases. The reason why she insisted on seeing the patients was because Mr. Space said that some people who were already sick with internal organs should still be treated with it. Only by personally checking and knowing the patient's specific symptoms can we prescribe better medicine.
Mr. Space also said that the better the medicine, the more gold coins it will cost. If everyone uses it, it will not only be a waste, but may also be counterproductive and harm the patient's body. Some people will lose their breath if they cannot bear to take it. It’s hard to say, so the more serious the disease, the more cautious you should be.
Shi Er listened to Chu Chu's words and saw that Prince Jue had no other objections, so he was naturally happy. Seeing so many patients die in front of him every day, it was impossible not to be moved.
Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect.
So I no longer hesitated, and when I arrived at the end of the village, I turned directly to a house on the east side.
The house may have originally just had a fence, probably to prevent patients from running out. Several large logs were nailed to the entrances of the three main rooms. They looked to be four or five feet high, and the logs were as thick as the mouth of a bowl. , and the nail is so deep that it won't move even if shaken slightly. Even a healthy young man should be unable to escape. This approach is also a hopeless strategy.
"This house is a bit small. There are three people in each house, and the other two are placed in the woodshed next to it. That one is even smaller." Shi Er's tone was a little helpless and a little cautious. He might be worried that they would listen. It will happen.
But from what he said, it seems that they might have been gathered together before they moved. In the past, when Magistrate Tao didn't do anything, his subordinates must have been perfunctory. Now it's good to be able to relocate them according to local conditions.
The other two government officials who had been silent until now stood at the door, waiting for instructions.
"How is the patient?"
Seeing Jiao Zhongjue staring at them and asking, one of them looked at the slightly shorter one and said, "One of them hasn't eaten for three days. I was afraid that he would be thirsty, so I just gave him two small spoons of soup, and luckily he swallowed them all." ,but……"
The yamen servant's voice was very childish. Judging from his stature, he was only fourteen or fifteen years old at most. When he said the last two words, he shook his head heavily, indicating that he might not be able to do it anymore.
"Three pills for each person. No matter what, let them drink it with the decoction."
Shi Er listened to Chu Chu's instructions and first divided out three portions of the medicine, one for each of them. The three of them entered the same room first, without any hesitation.
Chu Chu stepped forward directly to follow the fourteen or fifteen-year-old government servant: "Chu Chu, don't go in."
Jiao Zhongjue immediately grabbed Chu Chu by the collar from behind, picked her up from behind and took two steps back. However, Qiu Li stepped in and he did not stop her.
"Let me see, what happened to the most serious case?" After Chu Chu finished speaking, she stepped forward and didn't want to pay attention to Brother Jue.
Chirping: Annoying!
"No, it will be contagious. Don't worry about Brother Jue going in!" Chu Chu was still pulled behind him.
"Brother Jue, you don't believe Chu Chu so much. The more serious the patient is, the more intensive diagnosis and treatment he needs. Those three pills are not a panacea."
After Chuchu finished prescribing the three herbs, Mr. Space asked Huahua to pass on the message. While approving her prescription, he reminded her that some serious patients may need to take more severe medicines. These all need to be based on the patient's specific symptoms. Depends.
Maybe he doesn't need to see every patient with this kind of disease, but he must have an understanding of the common symptoms, since Chu Chu will not take strong medicine easily.
Hearing what Chu Chu said, Jiao Zhongjue still hesitated, and finally had to let her go, but he walked in front and held her little hand.
He also said: "Brother Jue is stronger."
The government officials were surprised to see them following, and thought they were here to supervise or just show off.
One of them picked up the bowl of soup beside the bed and was ready to give the medicine to the patient. He had no intention of asking for their help. Chu Chu motioned him to wait.
The three patients were all lying on the ground, but they were all covered with bed boards, and the layer of straw on the bed boards was still quite new.
The patient closest to the door was an old man, probably in his fifties or sixties. Shi Er said: "He is unconscious now and can no longer speak on his own."
Hearing what Shi Er said, knowing that it might be difficult to feed alone, Chu Chu squatted down quickly, and Jiao Zhongjue was too late to pull her away.
He could only squat down, but he took Chu Chu, who was also squatting, and took a step back. Then he said to the government servant: "You guys try to pry open his mouth and give me the pills."
Perhaps sensing their approach, the old man did not open his eyes, but shook his head feebly. However, he only shook his head once, but he had no strength left. He seemed to be telling them that it was useless, and he probably wanted them to stop. In vain.
His face turned dark and he looked a little out of breath.
The little yamen servant looked at Jiao Zhongjue a little hesitantly, as if asking: Do you want to feed him again?
Chu Chu didn't look at him, but asked: "Are they coughing badly?"
"Yes, there are almost no patients who don't cough. When they were moved, they almost lost their breath from coughing. Now they probably have no energy left."
"Why are you waiting? Hurry up?" The yamen servant heard Jiao Zhongjue's stern voice and knew he was blaming him for being slow.
Shi Er quickly put down the medicinal soup in his hand, grabbed the old man's jaw with both hands, and tried to open his mouth.
But whether it was due to nervousness or lack of strength, the old man didn't open his mouth, but his throat made a sudden sound. He suddenly spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, which stuck directly to his collar. The phlegm was very yellow, even a little green. Look. What was there was not phlegm, but pus with some bloodshot streaks.