The whole family of villains criticized her wildly, but the princess treated her with medical treatm

"there is always a solution to a problem."

Mu Tingxue did not lose her composure, "Old Princess Qin Ling is certainly difficult to deal with, but she is not without ways to deal with her."

Mu Zongqi stretched out his hand and held his forehead.

I didn't move for a long time.

"Father, what's wrong with you? Why does your face suddenly become so ugly?"

As a doctor, Mu Tingxue is sensitive to changes in physical signs.

Dad's face suddenly turned white, and his lips lost color. When he first came in, his face was still healthy and rosy.

"No...it's nothing serious. I just suddenly had a headache and dizziness." Mu Zongqi's voice was weak, "It'll be fine after a while."

Mu Tingxue asked seriously: "Does this sudden headache and dizziness happen frequently?"

Mu Zongqi replied: "It's okay, once every ten days or so."

"Do you feel tired or have difficulty concentrating?"

"As you get older, you're not always like this." Mu Zongqi didn't think there was anything wrong.

"So, do you have insomnia at night?"

"It's because I didn't sleep well." Mu Zongqi sighed softly, "It's mainly because of the second bedroom. Your uncle and aunt have recently been arguing about a family separation. Too much money has been used for disaster relief. The second bedroom thinks it's a waste of money. take the part that is rightfully theirs.”

Mu Tingxue did not expect that her father would bear so much pressure within the family regarding disaster relief.

Support her unconditionally, and one person behind her shouldered everything.

"It should be the first issue."

"What?" Mu Zongqi didn't understand, what about the first and second issues, it was confusing.

"High blood pressure, the first symptom."

Mu Tingxue made a preliminary judgment and forgot to bring a blood pressure monitor. Otherwise, she could measure her father's blood pressure.

In the first stage of hypertension, the condition is not serious and will not even attract attention. Symptoms will worsen after mental stress and fatigue from work.

If you fail to take timely measures in the first stage and allow the condition to worsen, and in the second stage, you will have severe headaches, vomiting, convulsions, coma, and in severe cases, hemiplegia and aphasia.

When it deteriorates to the third stage, including cerebral hemorrhage, heart failure, kidney failure, and a large number of organ failures, even the arrival of Daluo God can't save her.

"Is it serious?"

Mu Zongqi did not understand medicine. He was a pure silk merchant. He focused all his energy on making money and settling accounts. He also loved playing chess in his spare time.

"It's not serious yet. Take your medicine on time and improve your diet."

Mu Tingxue quickly formulated a plan for her father, "First of all, stop drinking. You have too many drinking parties. You come home drunk every three days and nights. Drink tea instead, cassia seed tea."

This kind of tea can lower blood pressure, and chrysanthemum tea can also be used, but my father is allergic to chrysanthemums, and chrysanthemums are never allowed to be planted in the garden at home.

"Pushing all the drinks?"

Mu Zongqi looked troubled, "But...many business deals can only be concluded over a wine table."

Mu Tingxue chuckled: "If you drink any more, your heart and kidneys will fail and become necrotic. When you die, your brain will bleed heavily and you will be tortured..."

"Stop talking, I won't drink as a father!"

Mu Zongqi was frightened and looked pleading, "Isn't it okay if I don't drink?"

He didn't know when his daughter learned medical skills. She might have been self-taught during the five years she spent in Prince Qinling's Mansion.

But his daughter healed the injury of that boy Mu Wuya, and he knew it.

Qin Zhaoyi, the young prince of the Marquis of Qin's family, cured his almost crippled leg, which had already spread throughout the cloud capital.

In this world, anyone can harm him, Mu Zongqi, but Xueer cannot.

Mu Tingxue nodded with satisfaction and took out a bottle of antihypertensive nifedipine sustained-release tablets from the small space of the jade bottle: "Take it twice a day, one tablet at a time."

My father's face looked slightly edematous.

This antihypertensive drug, which also has a diuretic effect, has the best effect.

"it is good."

Although Mu Zongqi didn't know what kind of medicine it was, and he had never seen such a strange plastic box, he still said he would follow the doctor's orders.

It's lunch time.

The servants filed in and laid out a sumptuous lunch. There were eight dishes in total, five of which were meat dishes, one stir-fried pork liver, and one beef offal lung slices, which made Mu Tingxue frown.

"Dishes made from animal offal are not allowed to be eaten in the future and should be removed."

Mu Tingxue ordered in a deep voice.

"Ah this..."

Mr. Mu's flesh ached, and he stared straight at the plate of fragrant pork liver, which was just taken away. He could only swallow the saliva in his stomach, "Xue'er, you know, this is the only thing that is good for a father. Especially pork liver and chicken liver. I promise, father, you won’t eat too much, just one bite.”

"Not even a bite!"

Mu Tingxue patted her father's shoulder and said seriously, "Diseases enter through the mouth."

Mr. Mu felt sad and sighed again and again.

Mu Tingxue ordered the kitchen: "Go and cook a pot of orange peel and poria cocos porridge."

"Miss, there is no Poria cocos in the house, only orange peel." The cook said with a confused look on her face, "Poria cocos is a precious Chinese medicine. The porridge you are talking about should be regarded as a medicinal diet."

"Okay, I'll go to the drugstore in the afternoon to buy some Poria cocos for later use."

Orange peel and Poria porridge is a good medicinal diet for lowering blood pressure.

Mu Tingxue stepped back and asked, "Do you have hawthorn? I can make hawthorn porridge."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The cook smiled happily and said, "The house often makes hawthorn syrup and gives it to the ladies to drink. We have a lot of hawthorn in stock."

Mu Tingxue nodded: "From now on, I will replace the meat porridge cooked for my father with hawthorn porridge."

From then on, Mr. Mu began to fade away from his mouth.

*. *. *

in the afternoon.

Snow stopped.

Mu Tingxue ordered someone to prepare a warm sedan and went shopping.

There are seven busiest streets in Yundu, named after the Big Dipper, including Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, Kaiyang, and Yaoguang. Mu Mansion is near Yaoguang Street, and there are many medicinal shops. , is Tianquan Street, which is relatively far away, separated by most of the city.

The road was blocked by snow, so carriages and sedans moved slowly.

An hour later, Fang arrived at his destination.

"This is it, Baicao Hall."

Wu Ya pointed to the first particularly eye-catching store at the entrance of Tianquan Street, "The most famous medicinal materials store in Yundu. The owner of the store, Mr. Bai Sanye, is the nephew of the judge of Gongli Taiyuan Hospital. He has many secret recipes. All the nobles in the palace use it, and it can’t be bought in ordinary pharmacies.”

Although Mu Wuya was from a lower class background, he knew the imperial capital very well.

"Okay, let's go buy it from this store."

Mu Tingxue took the little cute baby and got out of the carriage to warm the sedan.

What comes into view is a three-story grand medicine hall, with a gold-plated and red-painted plaque and seven wanton and arrogant Chinese characters in cursive script: Baicaotang·Holy Hand of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"The Holy Hand of Chinese Medicine."

Mu Tingxue murmured, "You dare to use these four words, and your tone is not small."

Bustling guests come and go in Baicao Hall.

Some came to buy medicine, and some came to see Mr. Bai for medical treatment.

Among them, there are many dignitaries.

"Shopkeeper, do you have cassia seeds and poria cocos?"

"Hey, it's an unlucky time for you to come. Our Baicaotang's two herbs just happened to be packaged by a noble person." The shopkeeper looked apologetic, but the smile did not spread to his eyes.