Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Bai Jingxing held up a child's head, fed him the medicine, and after he drank it, he went to feed the next patient.

This wooden shed is full of seriously ill teenagers and children, most of whom have no parents and family to take care of them.

She picked up a bowl of medicine, picked up the little girl's head and wanted to feed her, but she vomited it after just one bite, and kept retching, her face was almost red to purple.

Bai Jingxing was startled and quickly reached out to touch her forehead, it was hot.

She quickly put down the medicine bowl, turned around and ran out, "Mother, mother, there is a patient here with a high fever-"

The people in the medical tent were very busy, everyone came and went in a hurry, seeing Bai Jingxing running, one of them grabbed her, "Little lady, Master Zhou is not in the tent, just now someone was trying to get out of the mountain, and soldiers chased after him. It was hit by a falling rock and injured several soldiers, so the adults will deal with it."

Bai Jingxing stomped his feet and shouted, "But the people in the wooden shed on No. 8 have high fever and are about to die."

She has seen several people with such high fever in the past few days, and finally died of convulsions.

Bai Jingxing turned around and ran to find Zhou Man. After two wooden sheds, she found her. She rushed in quickly, "Mother—"

Zhou Man's hands were covered in blood. Hearing the shout, he only took time to look at her. He nodded slightly and walked to a wooden bed behind her. Only then did she see a soldier lying on the bed with blood on his body and eyes closed. His face was pale and he looked almost dead.

Zhou Man stepped forward and asked, "What's his name?"

Someone next to him replied: "Zhang Dazhu, 21 years old this year, is my little flag of Yunzhou."

"How did you get hurt?"

"It was kicked in the chest by the fleeing man and stoned."

Zhou Man leaned over and called him loudly, "Zhang Dazhu, Zhang Dazhu—"

The person on the bed did not answer, Zhou Man touched his neck and chest, and found that his breathing was barely audible and his pulse was almost cut off. He turned his head and said, "Bring a needle!"

A medical assistant took a long and large hollow needle from the needle bag and gave it to Zhou Man. Bai Jingxing's eyes widened when he saw his mother use such a thick needle for the first time.

I saw Zhou Man take it, touched Zhang Dazhu's chest, and then stabbed it with a needle...

A bunch of blood flew out and nourished Zhou Man. She didn't change her face, she pressed her hands on his left chest, and the person on the bed slowly responded...

"My lord, he is alive."

Zhou Man then instructed the medical assistant who followed, "He has blood in the pleural cavity, give him a hemostatic medicine and a prescription for strengthening the spleen and clearing the lungs."

"Yes."

Zhou Man handed over the follow-up to the medical assistant, and then looked at Bai Jingxing, "What's the matter?"

Although Bai Jingxing was wearing a mask, he did not hide his shock and pride, "Mother, you are amazing!"

Zhou Man smiled at her and turned to wash his hands.

Only then did Bai Jingxing remember the business, and he said quickly, "Mother, someone in the wooden shed has a high fever, and she has some convulsions and vomiting."

Zhou Man went to see her together, and asked on the way, "What's her name?"

Bai Jingxing shook his head, "I don't know, all I know is that she is No. 63, she is twelve years old this year, and she was sent over the afternoon before yesterday..."

Zhou Man nodded slightly and walked quickly to the No. 8 wooden shed. The little girl inside had fainted. Zhou Man raised her head to make sure that she was not blocked by vomit, and then touched her forehead and pulse.

She was about to give an order, but when she saw that she had sent all her hands out, there was no one around.

She took out the needle bag, and while giving her a needle, she said to Bai Jingxing, "Go to the pharmacy and ask them for the second set of medicines. If you have a good one, send a bowl first."

Bai Jingxing responded, turned around and ran towards the pharmacy.

When she brought the medicine back, the little girl who had been shivering and twitching has gradually quieted down. Zhou Man twisted the towel to wipe her off, took the medicine and poured it into her.

Bai Jingxing squatted aside and looked at it and asked, "Mother, can she live?"

Zhou Man: "Not necessarily, there is only a 40% chance."

She rolled up her sleeves for Bai Jingxing to see, it was swollen and a little red, she whispered: "The fleas bit, she caught, Jing Xing, the mice and fleas on this land are very poisonous now, you protect yourself Take care of yourself."

Bai Jingxing's eyes were slightly red, and he was a little scared, "Mother, will we also get sick and die?"

Zhou Man put the little girl on the bed, turned around and whispered to her: "As long as you do as I say, you will not get sick, let alone die."

Bai Jingxing nodded with red eyes.

"Let's go, come and help me, there are too many patients, and the people around me who need to use them have been sent out," Zhou Man said softly, "You can read and recognize most medicines, and even a word can save a lot of people. "

Bai Jingxing followed Zhou Man, running in and out every day to give her prescriptions, dispense medicines, and record the patient's condition.

She thought that her mother was treating sick patients. Different symptoms required different medicines for different people. She watched one patient after another die and were carried out, and one patient after another got better and cured. After that, the patient became an assistant, helping to take care of new patients in the isolation area every day.

Until one day she woke up in the middle of the night and opened her eyes to find that her mother was still sitting at the table. There were a lot of medicinal herbs on the case, and she was smelling the medicinal herbs.

Bai Jingxing rubbed his eyes and asked inexplicably, "Mother, are you still asleep?"

Zhou Man didn't respond to her, so Bai Jingxing lifted the quilt and went to the ground, walking to her and making a move.

Zhou Man recovered, grabbed her hand and pulled it aside: "Don't make trouble, it's almost..."

"What's wrong?"

"Blindly adjuvant," Zhou Man mused, "I'm thinking about which one is better."

Bai Jingxing's eyes brightened, "Is it the recipe for the plague?"

Zhou Man nodded slightly, "It can also be a recipe for preventing plague. After using it, pay attention to isolation and hygiene, and the plague in Yunzhou can be controlled."

Bai Jingxing was stunned for a while before asking, "Mother, haven't you slept these past few nights?"

When the word "sleep" was mentioned, Zhou Man's eyelids sank for a while. She tried a few times, but found that it was a bit futile. She simply closed her eyes according to her heart, but her mind refused to close.

Although he was very sleepy, his brain was extremely excited. Although it was a little slow and a little floating, it was still spinning.

She said: "I slept, but I slept less."

"How long did you sleep for?"

Zhou Man was also a little uncertain, "Two hours?"

Bai Jingxing couldn't help hugging her, "It's only two hours, didn't my mother say that staying up late and working too hard will cause sudden death?"

Zhou Man sighed and said, "Yes, but there are too many patients. How many people can be saved by researching the prescription sooner?"

After closing her eyes for a while, she felt much better, so she tried her best to open her eyes, looked up at her daughter standing in front of her, and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, your mother is not so easy to die suddenly."

"mother--"