Hard to be a good wife

The entire Huanghua Village was surrounded by soldiers. Tang Yue walked in for a while, but there was no one on the road. A simple tent was set up on the side of the road, rustling in the cold wind.

"There are three rooms over there." Doctor Wu said, pointing to a row of relatively complete houses.

Tang Yue saw a small head protruding from the middle of a tent, and was quickly dragged back. He could vaguely hear an adult's terrified voice: "Damn it, there are devils outside. Our whole family will be scared when we go out." Dead!"

Tang Yue couldn't explain to everyone that the disease was not the same as death, at least malaria was curable. He checked his equipment and pushed open a door.

The old wooden door creaked and creaked, the room was airtight and very dark, and an unpleasant stench came over the face.

Tang Yue frowned, and said to the guards beside him: "Go and open the windows of these three rooms for ventilation, patients are not suitable for living in a confined space."

Physician Wu did not stop him, since he had no choice but to rely on Tang Yue.

Soon, the light in the room came on, and Tang Yue finally saw the scene inside clearly.

Rows of patients were lying on the floor, wrapped in thick quilts. When they heard the sound of someone coming in, some turned their heads to look, and some didn't even have the strength to open their eyes.

Tang Yue asked Imperial Physician Wu to go out first, and the guards didn't have to follow in. He just needed to help pass some things outside, and he walked in with Xiang An and two doctors from Hui'an Hall.

"Are you afraid?" Tang Yue asked them.

"If you used to be afraid, but with Mr. Lang here, you don't have to be afraid." An old doctor said with a smile.

This is not a joke. In the past, there was no doctor who was not afraid of the epidemic, but after seeing Tang Yue's many miraculous treatments, they had a kind of confidence in Tang Yue from the bottom of their hearts.

Without waiting for Tang Yue to speak, Xiang An ran to a bunk and squatted down. Tang Yue was about to call him when he heard him shout: "He's dead!"

As soon as the three words fell, all the patients woke up with fright.

Tang Yue strode over and checked the patient's body. Sure enough, he was no longer breathing, and his whole body was cold. He asked everyone to check all the patients separately, and move out those who were confirmed dead.

Everyone panicked for a while, Tang Yue said in a deep voice through the mask: "Everyone, don't worry, we will try our best to treat you no matter what."

"My lord, please, let me die alone, let my child out, he's not sick..." A woman crawled over on her knees with the child in her arms, and begged Tang Yue by the hem of her trousers.

Seeing this, Shan Shan, who was guarding the door, rushed in, picked up the woman and threw it aside, warning: "Don't be presumptuous!"

Tang Yue stopped Shan and ordered: "Shan, take someone to boil a few pots of hot water, clean up the inside and outside of the house, and then let everyone take a bath."

"Bath?" Imperial Physician Wu thought that Tang Yue disliked the bad smell here, and reminded: "It's freezing cold now, is it appropriate to take a bath?"

Tang Yue was thinking about one question all the way. If it was malaria, how did the protozoa really infect people? The only way could be that the villagers ate food with the protozoa by mistake, and the disease came from the mouth.

"Senior, no matter what kind of disease you suffer from, dirty things are forbidden. It is best for patients to be treated in a clean environment."

Tang Yue walked up to the mother and child, knelt down and stretched out his hand towards the child, "Little friend, stand up and show uncle...cough, show the doctor, okay?"

Tang Yue subconsciously spoke in the tone he used to coax children, which startled the mother and child.

The woman rushed forward again, "My lord, my son is not sick, he ran in by himself, please let him out..."

Tang Yue observed the woman's complexion carefully, and said with certainty: "You have a fever."

The woman's face was flushed, her forehead was sweating, and her legs were weak. Before she could stand up, she fell to the ground with a plop. It was obvious that she was seriously ill.

"Auntie..."

Tang Yue called Xiang An and asked him to bring in some crushed ice, then took out a piece of gauze from the medicine box, wrapped the crushed ice, and placed it on the sides of the woman's neck and underarms.

"There are large blood vessels here. Putting ice cubes here can cool down quickly, but the temperature of the ice cubes is too low. Take turns taking them off and massaging them locally to avoid frostbite. Wipe other parts with warm water..." Tang Yue taught Xiang An while doing the work. , the rest of the people also learned carefully.

Doctor Wu looked at it once, and spontaneously cooled the other patients with high temperature. The rest followed suit, and soon the room became busy.

"Is there any cooling medicine?" Tang Yue asked Doctor Wu.

"I came in a hurry, all the medicinal materials I brought were used up, and the follow-up ones haven't arrived yet."

Tang Yue also expected this situation and asked Mr. Chen to boil the medicine.

"Lang Jun, do you still use Xiaobuihu soup?" Mr. Chen asked uncertainly. Before that, they often used medicine and boiled Xiaochaihu soup.

Tang Yue thought for a while and said, "You can add Zixue Dan."

Turning around, seeing the woman's son standing beside his mother motionless, he said more gently: "It's nothing, it's just a fever, it will be fine if the fever subsides."

The boy suddenly raised his head, revealing a skinny cheek, "Can you...can you cure Aunt?"

"I'll try my best." Tang Yue continued to reach out to him, "Come here, how about I help you see a doctor?"

The boy moved his position, still holding his mother's clothes with one hand, and stretched out the other hand towards Tang Yue.

"This...is a miracle doctor?" A young man stared at Tang Yue for a long time.

Tang Yue wanted to shake his head, but after hesitating for a while, he nodded and said, "If you are referring to the person who cured Prince Zhao's legs, then it is me."

If the status of a genius doctor can make these patients more optimistic, he doesn't mind improving himself once.

"Really...really...brother, father, we are saved, it's a miracle doctor...a miracle doctor..." The young man cried out excitedly. After understanding what he meant, his eyes burst into amazing light.

A pair of hands stretched out towards Tang Yue, "Genius doctor...help me...I can't die yet..."

Tang Yue's scalp was numb, he clenched his fists, smiled, and said as gently as possible: "Everyone, don't be anxious and don't be afraid, His Royal Highness is here, we will do our best to cure you."

"His Royal Highness...His Royal Highness...good man!"

"The genius doctor is also a good person, and the genius doctor is the princess..." The young man said cheerfully, "I even had the wedding wine given by the princess."

Tang Yue thought, no wonder he recognized him, he must have been to Yecheng.

In ancient times, the news was blocked, and the important event of Tang Yue's marriage to Prince Zhao was not known to the whole country, but Huanghua Village is located in the suburbs of Yecheng, so the news will be better.

With this invigorating agent, everyone's mentality has been relaxed a lot, there are even smiles on their faces, and the atmosphere in the room is no longer oppressive and breathless.

After the hot water was ready, Tang Yue organized people to come in to clean it, and then divided the patients into three rooms according to the severity of their illness, so that the patients would not be infected again.

"I don't want to be separated from my father... Godly doctor, let me be with my father, I can take care of him." The young man held his father's hand and refused to leave.

He was not seriously ill, Tang Yue even suspected that he was not ill, but under such circumstances, he did not dare to let him out hastily.

"You can go to the next door to recuperate at ease, there is no shortage of people here to take care of you." The soldiers in this camp are the best helpers, not to mention that Tang Yue brought a lot of people here, the work is definitely enough.

It was already dark, so Tang Yue got up and ordered: "Make the room warmer and dry, don't close all the windows, leave a gap for ventilation, and we doctors take turns to be on duty at night, every two hours. Feed a fever-reducing medicine."

"Mr. Lang, we can just guard here. You should go back and rest. The patients here depend entirely on you." Old Chen sighed.

In his lifetime, if he could be cured of this disease, it would be worth his death.

Doctor Wu also had the same thought as him, "Yes, His Highness is waiting outside, if you don't leave he will rush in, ha ha."

Tang Yue looked outside the door, and there was a person standing under a big tree not far away, motionless, even if he couldn't see the other person's expression, he knew that the other person must be looking at him.

Feeling warm, he nodded and said, "That's how it is, but if there are special circumstances, please notify me in time."

The best treatments for malaria are quinine and quinidine, but this ingredient is extracted from the bark and roots of the cinchona tree. If he remembers correctly, the cinchona tree first appeared in South America, and it is also found in China. I don't know if there is.

In the clinical treatment of malaria, in addition to quinine, artemisinin is extracted from Artemisia annua. In the history of traditional Chinese medicine, artemisinin was extracted from Artemisia annua, but the effect was not good.

Artemisia annua, also known as stinky Artemisia, bitter Artemisia, has a strong aroma and is also called fragrant bitter grass. It is born in areas with an altitude of [-] to [-]. It blooms and bears fruit around the beginning of autumn every year. During this period, the whole plant is harvested and dried in the sun. Used as medicine.

Tang Yue was glad that he went to Taiyang City back then, and there was Artemisia annua near Taiyang City, which was also among the herbs he had people buy.

He rushed out of the door and ran to Prince Zhao in one breath, "Your Highness, quickly send someone into the city to Hui'an Hall to fetch the Artemisia annua from the warehouse."

Prince Zhao held his hand, the red and swollen hand felt numb and dull pain as soon as it was warmed, which made Tang Yue gasp.

"I know, it will definitely arrive before sunrise, your hands..." Prince Zhao stared straight at Tang Yue's hands. Just now, he used ice cubes to reduce the patient's fever, and Tang Yue's hands were red from the cold. And swollen.

Tang Yue wanted to pull his hand out, but he couldn't let it go. He chuckled, "It's okay, just go back and apply some chilblain ointment."

Prince Zhao stuffed his hands into his coat, and dragged him back to the tent.

Tang Yue briefly reported on the malaria situation on the way, because the cold weather is not conducive to the spread of the disease source. As long as the prevention is good, the scope of malaria this time should not expand.

"Can it be cured?"

"Yes!" Tang Yue couldn't guarantee that everyone could be saved, but as long as it was malaria, most people would be cured.

With such a result, Prince Zhao was already very satisfied. If it wasn't for Tang Yue, the patients in those three rooms, and even the entire Huanghua Village, might have been burned to ashes.