V2.Chapter 41

"Qin ya, go to the meeting and tell me that I am not well. From today on, I refuse anyone who comes." Mo Shang Hua stood up and ordered Qin ya to go down.

Since these days, Qin Ya has already practiced lip language. She can understand it without sign language. Now she takes off her previous look and busily orders.

After going back to the house, he didn't stay much. Instead, he took what he needed from those herbs and went to the north of the city through the dark road.

Yan Beicheng had already been waiting outside the hut. All the things she had ordered to prepare were put in the back. Besides, there was a middle-aged man standing in the back. It seemed that he was also a doctor.

Moshanghua didn't ask much, but went directly behind Yan Beicheng, checking the medicinal materials and utensils, and saying, "yanbeicheng, I need you to isolate all the people who have been in contact with patients before, and send people to observe carefully. If there is any abnormality, report to me immediately."

Yan Beicheng thought about it for a while, and then he knew that Guan Qiao was one of them. He said, "don't worry, I'll tell you to go on."

The stranger nodded and saw that there was no problem with those things. Then he turned around and took out a small porcelain bottle and poured out a pill of medicine. "This is a medicine to prevent infection, but its efficacy is very small. After you take it, you should be careful."

As for herself, she had taken it when she came.

Yan Beicheng took the medicine, but he didn't take it immediately. Instead, he raised his hand and pointed to the middle-aged man on his side. "This is Dr. Lu. He has seen this disease before, and he has no idea what to do with it. I heard that you can cure it. He came here specially to fight you. What do you think?"

To say that it is to fight, but in a word, it means to watch by the side.

On the street flower smell speech, the eye light in that middle-aged man's body swept a circle, see his complexion is ruddy, the eye color is clear, then also have no objection, pour out a pill to pass in the past, "since want to fight, come on, this medicine you and take."

Lu Ling was busy reaching out to take it over and sniffed at the end of his nose. He swallowed it, "thank you very much."

Mo Shang Hua nodded slightly, took out those things that Yan Beicheng had prepared, took out the face towel soaked in medicine juice and dried in the air, and took out the things similar to surgical clothes, and gave them to the two people behind them.

"Take these with you. Otherwise, you can't go in for a while."

Yan Beicheng Luling didn't do it, he thought. He took it and put it on.

Everything was almost ready, and several people entered the patient's room.

Seeing the comatose middle-aged man lying on the Kang, moshanghua raised his gloved hand and felt for the man again. Then he took a close look at the man's eyelids and ordered Luling to bring the silver needle.

Lu Ling should a, busy hand over the silver needle.

This Raman is not like ordinary injuries and poisoning. What we need is to find the root cause of the disease and find out the drugs and methods to inhibit and eradicate the disease.

On the street flower at the moment do not know where the source of the disease is, then use a silver needle to pick out a varicella on the man's arm, carefully observe the outflow of the pale yellow ribbon blood body, as well as the man's reaction, in an attempt to find out the cause of the disease.

However, the medical equipment here is very different from that of modern times. It is not easy to find out the source of the disease. It is a big problem to collect the liquid.

The stranger thought for a long time before he came up with a solution. However, this preparation tool had to be added again. He had to put it down temporarily and observe the patient's other symptoms first. Only when he got the equipment the next day, could he continue.

The silver needle used this time was empty in the middle. The stranger took a small enamel bowl beside it. Then, with the hollow silver needle, chickenpox shriveled down and the light yellow liquid fell into the bowl.

Lu Ling stood beside her with breathless concentration. Seeing this, her eyes were full of surprise and surprise, and her eyes slowly overflowed with excitement. She said in the dark that this time, it was not in vain. It was really a feast for the eyes.

The flower on the street looked at the liquid in the bowl even the size of the thumb, and continued to collect with the same complexion.

Yan Beicheng stares at the silver needle in the hand of moshang flower, and he suddenly feels suddenly in his heart that he unconsciously coagulates his eyes to see the flower on the street. The unfathomable and treacherous deep in his eyes is slowly surging up, but it is so deep that people can't understand it at all.

The flower on the street raised his hand to wipe sweat, and then glanced at him in a hurry, and then unconsciously took back his eyes to clean up the residual liquid on the patient's body and bandaged it up.

Yan Beicheng on her eyes of the moment, the color of the eyes did not come deep, but did not move away.

The flower on the stranger is busy treating the patients, and there is no way to know.

The liquid collection is the follow-up observation to find the source of the disease. Because of the lack of medical facilities, it is day after day, and the source of the disease is found out after five days of busy work.

After finding out the source of the disease, naturally, there is no need for such a delay. After thinking about it for a long time, she has an idea in her heart. When she is busy, she goes to have an operation.

In the past few days, although the patient's condition did not worsen, the acne on the surface of the patient's skin had festered, and nearly a quarter of his body was rotten and smelly.The flower on the street seems to have never heard of it. Her eyes are indifferent and serious. She holds a silver needle and carefully breaks the other pox rashes on the man one by one.

Such a dense and terrifying pox rash, Rao is a big man in yanbeicheng. He feels a bit disgusted when he looks at it. However, he seems to be unconscious and continues to work in his hands.

For two hours, the pox rash was all picked and cleaned up. However, she had no plan to rest. She said in a low voice, "bone scraping knife."

Lu Ling was surprised in the heart, but did not dare to ask the voice, busy will scrape the bone knife in the past.

Moshang flower took over the bone scraper, and asked Luling to help turn the patient over. When the knife was up and down, a small piece of carrion was scraped down.

Luling in the heart of a shock, eyes firmly staring at the action of the flowers on the road, startled speechless.

The little girl's courage was too great, and the method of treatment was so novel that such a terrifying and terrifying method could also be used. Now she is only a teenager, how did she come up with such a method.

He was so skillful in medicine and so old that he had the idea of becoming a teacher.

Yan Beicheng stood on one side and looked, his eyes suddenly crossed a surprised color, but for a moment he recovered as usual.

On the street flower to two people's idea does not know at all, only dedicated to scraping rotten meat.

As for the patient, she had already eaten the hemp boiling powder made by her according to the composition of the anesthetic. Therefore, she did not feel at all, but was unconscious with her eyes closed.

Scraping rotten meat is not a simple job. With the passage of time, the physical strength of moshang flower has been exhausted. The forehead and nose are covered with thin sweat, and the pain in the brain is more and more clear.