Reborn in ancient times: I will make my family rich

"It's okay. We just met by chance. It's normal that you didn't tell me these are your private matters."

"Then all the time we've been spending together these days has been in vain," Gu Yanzhou heard Jiang Nan say this, and the corners of his mouth, which had been raised, instantly pulled down. His face was cold and his tone was full of displeasure.

"No, even if we are just friends, these are your own private matters. You don't need to tell me everything. That's not what I meant," Jiang Nan began to explain, but he felt that the more he explained, the more confused he became.

"I never treated you as an ordinary friend."

"Me too," Jiang Nan was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say. How could she say that she also regarded him as her best friend? Wasn't that against her conscience?

"You really are...you better be careful," Gu Yanzhou was not good at speaking to begin with, and looking at Jiang Nan's stupid look, he finally uttered these words and left angrily.

Jiang Nan listened to the footsteps getting farther and farther away. Is Gu Yanzhou angry?

She felt like she didn't say anything!

Forget it, Gu Yanzhou is really hard to understand.

She had to go to the toilet quickly, or she would die of suffocation.

After Gu Yanzhou returned to his room angrily, he regretted his decision. He wondered if Jiang Nan would be angry with him if he left like this.

What Gu Yanzhou didn't know was that Jiang Nan had forgotten about him long ago and was fighting a bloody battle in the toilet.

The next day, Jiang Nan was awakened by knocking on the door.

"Doctor Jiang, please go and check on our young master. He has a fever again," Xiaolan's anxious voice came from outside the door.

When Jiang Nan heard this, he instantly lost all sleepiness. He quickly put on his clothes and ran out without even putting on his shoes.

High fever can damage the brain if not treated promptly, especially in this age of backward medical technology.

Arriving at the room, Jiang Nan could see from afar that Xiaobao's face was red on the bed, while Mrs. Zhang was pacing anxiously in front of the bed, holding a handkerchief.

"Doctor Jiang, please take a look at Xiaobao," Mrs. Zhang saw Jiang Nan coming and hurriedly made room for him.

Jiang Nan sat on the bedside and raised his hand to check Xiaobao's temperature on his forehead.

"Madam Zhang, I told you to write it and Xiaolan to go get the medicine quickly." Jiang Nan didn't know how to write traditional Chinese characters, so he had to ask Madam Zhang to do it for him.

"Okay," Mrs. Zhang quickly walked to the desk in the room and sat down.

Jiang Nan modified the prescription according to Xiaobao's current condition and added some antipyretic drugs.

"Mrs. Zhang, please go get someone to get some medicine for Xiaobao and prepare a basin of warm water and a towel to cool him down."

There is no thermometer now, so there is no way to know the exact temperature, but Jiang Nan feels based on his intuition that Xiaobao's temperature is at least 40 degrees.

In this day and age, high fever can sometimes be fatal.

After Xiaolan brought hot water, Jiang Nan taught Mrs. Zhang and Xiaolan how to reduce fever, and asked the two to take turns cooling Xiaobao down.

Until Xiaobao's body temperature drops.

Jiang Nan returned to his room and asked someone to find things according to his needs.

It is too troublesome to boil Chinese medicine, so Jiang Nan wants to make some antipyretic pills, which will be more convenient.

He didn't know what was going on outside, and Jiang Nan was worried about his father, mother, and two children.

If the source is really the refugees, who usually go out to beg on the streets, there will definitely be people in the county who will be infected.

Jiang Nan stayed in the house all morning making pills and had lunch in the room.

She also asked someone to find some purses and put some realgar, orpiment and cinnabar in them. Wearing them on the body or placing them in the room can also prevent virus infection.

Jiang Nan made a total of six for Jiang's father and mother, one for each of them and put one in the bedroom when the time comes.

Mrs. Zhang, Xiaolan and Jiang Nan, who serve Xiaobao personally, were not left behind.

As Jiang Nan was doing this, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind and he thought of Gu Yanzhou.

Gu Yanzhou said that he was a person sent by the current emperor to provide disaster relief, so he must be running back and forth on weekdays.

Just make one for him!

Gu Yanzhou also lived there. Jiang Nan asked Xiaolan to give the things to the servants when Gu Yanzhou came back, and asked Xiaolan to help deliver the rest.

"Doctor Jiang also knows Master Gu."

"We've only met a few times," Jiang Nan said calmly.

Xiaolan was tactful enough, and seeing that Jiang Nan didn't want to say more, she stopped talking.

Mrs. Zhang didn't send anyone to look for her this morning, so Xiaobao must not have had a fever again.

It was almost afternoon now, and Jiang Nan planned to go over and take a look.

Jiang Nan examined Xiao Bao and found that his fever had subsided. He also applied the ointment that Jiang Nan had given him yesterday on his body and the fever showed signs of subsiding, but some new rashes had appeared.

Jiang Nan could only let Xiaobao take the medicine for another two days to see if it worked. If it still didn’t work, it would prove that the medicine was not used correctly.

Changes can only be made at that time.

"Madam, Doctor Song is here."

"Let Dr. Song in quickly."

"Is Madam Zhang Doctor Song Qingyu?"

"That's right," Mrs. Zhang nodded towards Jiang Nan.

"Wait a minute, Xiaolan, ask Doctor Song to cover your mouth and nose and take protective measures before coming in," Jiang Nan instructed Xiaolan.

With good protection, the chance of infection will be greatly reduced.

Song Qingyu had received Jiang Nan's message, so he came in well protected, revealing only a pair of fox-like eyes.

"Doctor Song, come and take a look."

These days they have been looking for Doctor Song to come and see them, but Song Qingyu has a rule that he only sees patients when he is in office.

Normally, no matter how urgent your situation is, there is no shortage of doctors in the clinic, and he will not help you.

This is also the reason why Song Qingyu came so late after so many days.

Song Qingyu examined the man carefully and said to Madam Zhang, "The young master's symptoms are indeed somewhat similar to those of the plague."

"Bring me the prescription that Doctor Jiang wrote."

Song Qingyu looked at Jiang Nan's prescription and couldn't find any fault with it. It was also suitable for the treatment of the current illness.

"Try adding these few more herbs," Song Qingyu walked to the desk and added a few more Chinese herbs.

Jiang Nan took it and looked at it. He found that the medicines Song Qingyu added were more effective for Xiaobao's rash.

Her prescription is mainly aimed at high fever and is less effective for rashes.

With Song Qingyu's prescription, the effect of the medicine doubled.

Jiang Nan felt a little annoyed, wondering why she didn't think of it at the time.

After all, I am still unfamiliar with Chinese medicine.

"Doctor Jiang is also a doctor in our fourth clinic. Madam Zhang should still be treated according to Doctor Jiang's method." Song Qingyu said indifferently to Madam Song.

"Okay, Xiaolan, please see Doctor Song off."

"Just let Doctor Jiang take me there," Song Qingyu refused and looked at Jiang Nan to signal her to come out.

Jiang Nan followed behind Song Qingyu.

"Doctor Song wants to see me."

"The patient you treated with acupuncture last time came to the Fourth Clinic Hall to see you for acupuncture, but you were not there."

"That uncle, it's only been a day since he died, so he should be fine. I'll tell you the acupuncture method and you can treat him when the time comes. Do it for seven consecutive days, half an hour each time." Jiang Nan told Song Qingyu the treatment method directly.

"You just told me that," Song Qingyu was a little surprised. If this treatment method was unique to the doctor, most doctors would not easily tell others.

"What's the big deal? I'm telling you that you can use it too. This way we can save more patients like this." Jiang Nan looked indifferent.

"Besides, medical skills require more learning and communication, so that you can make up for your shortcomings and grow."

Jiang Nan looked sincere when he said this.

Song Qingyu looked at Jiang Nan like this. He had never seen someone with such a temperament before.