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Mu Tingxue first gave the female patient a penicillin skin test: "There is no allergic reaction to penicillin."

This is good news.

She pulled off the female patient's belt.

"What are you doing?" Renqing, the piano master, was shocked. Did he meet a female gangster?

"Take off your pants and get the injection."

Mu Tingxue's answer was concise and concise.

She took out a 240 million U benzathine penicillin syringe and iodophor sterile cotton balls, and prepared to inject the patient into the buttock muscle.

"No! You can't take off my master's pants!" Renqing had never seen such a weird treatment method before. The sharp needle hurt him just looking at it.

Mu Tingxue blinked: "Just turn your back, or go outside."

These days, even as a master and apprentice, there are guardrails between men and women, and they need to avoid suspicion.

Renqing stubbornly refused to leave, so he stayed in front of the hospital bed, pressing his master's waistband, as if she was some big bad guy.

Mu Tingxue sighed to herself, the doctor-patient relationship in ancient times was also very tense.In modern times, you can explain it to the patient's family, but in ancient times, you were limited by your conceptual perspective, and you couldn't explain many things to the family!

"Your master is so ill. If you, as the patient's family member, refuse to cooperate with the treatment, she will die."

It was not that Mu Tingxue was being alarmist. In the entire Yunhuang Kingdom, and indeed in the entire Seven Kingdoms, apart from himself, there was absolutely no one else who could cure syphilis, because ancient doctors did not have penicillin.

This sentence hit Renqing's pain point.

His pupils shrank violently and he retracted his hand with great difficulty.He lowered his head, walked out of the room languidly, and squatted by the door.

Mu Tingxue felt that the violinist's back was a bit pitiful.

She injected a tube of benzathine penicillin into the female patient's gluteal muscle.Immediately afterwards, he helped her deal with the old injuries on her back and limbs. Some of the whip marks were red and infected, and there were unknown burns on her chest.

"What a beast."

Mu Tingxue frowned. The fireworks women in ancient times were not treated as human beings at all. Especially the female patient's inner thigh had a wound that needed stitching, which was particularly shocking.

By the time all the old injuries on the body were treated, medicines were applied, and bandages were applied, it was already half an hour later.

Renqing, the piano master, received permission and entered the room again.

He was like a little beast, squatting in front of the hospital bed: "Master Yin..."

Seeing that her breathing was long and steady, her body temperature had returned to normal, and she was no longer in that terrifying near-death state, the violinist's heart gradually relaxed.

"Thank you divine doctor."

The big boy looked at Mu Tingxue, his voice choked up, "Thank you..."

Finally, we no longer have to hold the bodies of our loved ones in our arms and throw them into graves.

There was a cold touch on his forehead.

Renqing raised his head and was surprised to find that Mu Tingxue was using a pair of tweezers he had never seen before, holding a piece of wet cotton between his hands, and wiping the wound on his forehead in a circle. It was refreshing and cool, but there was alcohol in the cotton, which made it a little painful.

"You have a bleeding wound and you are in close contact with the patient. If the exudate from her syphilis rash touches the wound, you will be in trouble." Mu Tingxue applied medicine and tape to his forehead. , "You should also take a shot of penicillin."

Renqing swallowed and stared at the needle timidly: "I'm not sick."

Mu Tingxue: "Take off your pants."

Renqing's face turned red: "!"

He grabbed his pants tightly, like a little daughter-in-law, blushed and took two steps back, with rejection written on his extremely beautiful face.

Mu Tingxue said seriously: "Don't worry, I'm a serious doctor. Although you look good, your facial features look a bit like my son's. I definitely don't have any weird thoughts about you."

She didn't notice it at first, but after going upstairs, from a certain angle from the side, Mu Tingxue noticed that the piano player looked very much like Zebao.

This brought out the motherly nature in her.

The violinist treats the female patient as filial to her mother, and just for this filial piety, she must also save the female patient and ensure that she recovers as before.

"you--"

It was okay if he didn't explain it, but when he explained it, it made Renqing very angry. His fists under his long sleeves were clenched, and his whole body was tense. There was an indescribable sourness in his heart, "Humph!"

What does it mean to be like her son?

He is obviously about the same age as her!

Mu Tingxue felt that he was like a little beast with explosive hair, and she couldn't help laughing and said, "Okay, get down. This is for your own good, to prevent you from being infected."

Renqing confronted her for a while.

In the end, he was defeated and lay down on the couch in great humiliation. She took off his pants, exposing a certain part of his fair skin. The moment the penicillin needle was inserted, Mr. Renqing's face turned red and he wanted to die. Yes.

"All right."

Mu Tingxue pulled out the needle and pressed the needle hole with a cotton ball.

Renqing hurriedly pulled up his pants and turned around, staring at her with slightly red eyes.

Mu Tingxue: "...Hey, don't act like I did anything to you. It's just treatment and injections."

Are all the young masters of Xiaoxiang Shuiyun Pavilion so innocent?

In my impression, this kind of people should be good at dancing, good at pleasing women, and have a sweet mouth, just like modern cowherds and male publicists.

"how much is it?"

Renqing asked about the consultation fee.

Mu Tingxue thought for a moment: "I'll charge you ten cents."

A shot of penicillin is very cheap. In modern times, it only costs a few yuan. In more expensive hospitals, it does not cost more than a dozen or 20 yuan.She opened her own pharmacy and purchased penicillin for just a few cents.

The patient is a low-income woman who is impoverished.The character of the piano master is definitely not flattering in a place like Xiaoxiang Shuiyun Pavilion. He is easy to break, easy to offend people, and can't make much money.

"Only ten coins?"

Renqing's face was full of disbelief, thinking he was hallucinating, "It's so cheap."

Even the useless talisman water that the goddess sold him before cost one tael of silver, so he borrowed it from here and there before paying for it.

"Ah."

Mu Tingxue nodded, "Ten injections in total, for ten consecutive days."

Renqing was stunned, and there was a bang in his head, ten cents, ten days of treatment?Not one day?

He suddenly remembered the words of the old couple at the door of Brocade Building, and blurted out——

"Won't you lose everything if you do this?"

Mu Tingxue couldn't hold it back any longer and burst out laughing. She patted the violinist on the shoulder: "Hahaha, don't worry, not for the time being. I don't make money from poor people."

Renqing blushed and looked at her intently.

He was ready to take Master away.

"Hey? What are you doing? Don't move the patient carelessly." Mu Tingxue stopped her.

"I'll take her back and come back tomorrow." Renqing was embarrassed to occupy her bed because the consultation fee was so cheap.

"Don't go anywhere. Your Master Yin has to be hospitalized and cannot be moved around at will. Don't let her leave this room for these ten days." Mu Tingxue's expression became serious, "It will also make it easier for me to follow up on her condition and check her heart rate to determine whether there are other cardiovascular complications."

Renqing was so moved that he didn't know what to do.

Ten cents!He felt guilty after using so many medicines to save his master's life and living in such a nice house for ten days!

Mu Tingxue went downstairs: "Yuanyang, prepare an extra lunch."

"Okay, Miss."

Soon, Yuanyang returned to Changyuan Garden and came over with a rich food box. It was the nutritious meal that Miss Mu Da had promised her before.

When Yuanyang saw Renqing and the female patient in the room on the second floor, he couldn't help but be stunned and lowered his voice: "Miss, why did you take in someone from Xiaoxiang Shuiyun Pavilion?"

"It's not like they want to be in that kind of place."

"But - that woman has that kind of disease..."

"What can she do? There is no prostitute in Yundu who is not forced to do anything."

On the hospital bed, Yinxi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her thin eyelids slowly opened a thin line, and she looked towards the dining table with difficulty.