Traveling through Great Qin: Father Qin Shihuang!

"Father has caught a cold. In this weather, he must have gone outside and didn't pay attention to keeping warm, so he was frozen."

Zhao Che got up, took out a small box somewhere and rummaged through it.

Looking at Ying Zheng at this time, his face was so red that he couldn't even open his eyes, and he lay there motionless in a daze.

When Meng Yi and Li Si saw this scene, their souls almost flew away from fright.

"Don't worry, as long as the fever subsides, you'll be fine."

Zhao Che comforted the two of them, and walked over with a small glass rod in his hand.

"It's just a cold, and the fever will subside after a while."

"Come on, Dad, take your temperature first, and put this thing under your armpit."

Zhao Che told Ying Zheng how to use the thermometer, and then turned to give Maverick instructions.

"Go tell the kitchen and ask them to make a pot of ginger soup. You can also drink a bowl of it later, Uncle Meng. It can prevent colds."

After the explanation, Zhao Che asked Ying Zheng how he was feeling at the moment, and helped him feel his pulse.

"Okay dad, take out the thermometer and let me have a look!"

Five minutes passed quickly, and Zhao Che took a look at the thermometer from Ying Zheng's hand, and his expression changed immediately.

"38 degrees seven, it's already a high fever. Fortunately, I'm here, otherwise something will happen!"

Zhao Che said with some fear, and then quickly laid Ying Zheng flat on the bed.

"Uncle Meng, when the ginger soup is ready, you can drink a bowl for yourself, and then give a bowl to my father, and I will prepare the medicine needed for treatment."

After Zhao Che confessed, he turned and left.

Limited by the current conditions, there are not so many medical methods that can be used to treat high fever, and specific medicines are obviously not available.

The most important thing is to lower Ying Zheng's body temperature first, so as to ensure the smooth follow-up treatment.

In just such a short time, Ying Zheng's whole body was almost burnt out, and his consciousness was almost blurred.

Not long after Zhao Che left, he walked in with a basin of warm water and alcohol towels.

"Uncle Meng, help me, take off my father's clothes for me, and scrub him with warm water!"

Meng Yi didn't dare to be careless, and followed Zhao Che's instructions.

Soon, Zhao Che scrubbed Ying Zheng's body.

Then, he moistened the towel with alcohol, applied it to Ying Zheng's forehead, and began to physically cool down.

"Brother Che, the ginger soup is ready!"

At this time, Mavericks also came in with ginger soup.

"Uncle Meng, why don't you drink a bowl first, Dad has already fallen asleep now, it seems that we can only use the trump card!"

As Zhao Che said, he rummaged through the box again, and quickly took out a syringe and several liquids in transparent glass bottles.

"Fortunately, I signed up and rewarded a few antipyretic injections, otherwise today would be really dangerous!"

Zhao Che sucked the antipyretic medicine into the syringe by himself, then lifted Ying Zheng's quilt, took out the alcohol cotton ball and prepared to inject him.

"puff!"

Meng Yi was drinking ginger soup, when he saw Zhao Che's movement, he spit it out immediately.

"Young master, what are you doing?"

Meng Yi rushed over and grabbed Zhao Che.

"You can't do it, my lord, sir is your own father, why do you want to murder him?"

"I murdered my father?"

Zhao Che was dumbfounded, he was saving someone, what did Meng Yi do?
"Young master, if you have any dissatisfaction with your husband, you can directly bring it up. I believe that whatever you want, the husband will satisfy you, but you must not do such stupid things!"

Meng Yi said, staring at the syringe in Zhao Che's hand very vigilantly.

The needle of the syringe was shining with a faint cold light, very penetrating.

"Uncle Meng, you misunderstood, how could I cheat my father, I am saving people!"

"Young master, although I don't know medical skills, Lao Meng, I have never heard of such a weird method of saving lives. Even if it is acupuncture, it uses silver needles. How can they be so thick?"

Meng Yi firmly shook his head, refusing to take a step back.

"Uncle Meng, you really misunderstood. This thing is called a syringe. Have you seen the water in it? This is the medicine for reducing fever. I want to use this thing to directly inject the medicine into the patient's body, so it will work quickly! "

Helpless, Zhao Che could only explain to Meng Yi.

"Syringe? To inject medicine into a patient's body?"

Meng Yi looked puzzled. With his knowledge, he obviously couldn't understand this.

"Don't worry, Uncle Meng, no matter how bad I am, I won't do something like killing my father."

Zhao Che said something dumbfounding, and Meng Yi nodded half-believingly, but he was standing beside Ying Zheng. Once Zhao Che made any abnormal behavior, he would risk his life to stop him.

Zhao Che ignored Meng Yi, disinfected normally, and then with a bang, the needle of the syringe stabbed firmly into Ying Zheng's ass.

When Meng Yi saw this, his buttocks tightened immediately, and he subconsciously covered his buttocks.

In a blink of an eye, Zhao Che had finished the injection, took out another sterile cotton ball to help Ying Zheng stop the bleeding, and then dressed him and straightened his body.

"Okay, now the antipyretic injection has been given, let my father sleep for a while, and it will be almost healed when he wakes up."

"So fast?"

Meng Yi was surprised, even the imperial physicians in the imperial court couldn't guarantee that they could easily solve such a high fever.

"Of course, the antipyretic injections have been taken, can you hurry up?"

Zhao Che gave Meng Yi a blank look, and didn't bother to talk to him, and cleaned up on his own.

"By the way, Uncle Meng, let's drink another bowl of ginger soup. The temperature has been low these days, but you must keep warm, otherwise you will easily catch a cold and have a fever like my father. I don't have many antipyretic needles here. Next time But it’s not necessarily so easy to solve.”

"Young Master, I was the one who offended you just now, please punish me, Young Master!"

Meng Yi blushed, and stepped forward to apologize to Zhao Che.

"It's nothing, you are also thinking about Dad's safety, and besides, you didn't do anything, so I won't blame you!"

Zhao Che put away his small medicine box, looked at Meng Yi and said with a smile.