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Chapter 259 Treatment of Malaria
It was only in the 80s that there was a good treatment for this disease. In this era, it is equivalent to a terminal illness.

And when Wang Mo came to this world, the medicine he brought in the space did not have any medicine to treat malaria, because he knew that this world mainly happened in the north, and there were very few such diseases in the north.

And there are so many diseases, Wang Mo can't think about everything.

The others had already seen that the treatment was effective, and thought that Wang Mo had a solution, but seeing that Wang Mo did not proceed to the next step of treatment, they all looked up at him suspiciously.

Seeing Wang Mo's ugly expression at this time, no one else dared to ask, only Zhang Xiaohui asked in a low voice: "Doctor Wang, why don't you continue the treatment?"

Wang Mo shook his head, "I'm thinking of a better way. It's malaria. Don't say we don't have any special medicine here, even if we go to a big city."

When the family members heard the name of malaria, they collapsed in fright, and immediately burst into tears, making Wang Mo's already messed up mentality even more disturbed by the noise.

"Stop crying, do you still want to save him?" Wang Mo felt sharply.

Immediately, the family members did not dare to cry. At this time, Wang Mo thought of what was recorded in Ge Hong's "Elbow Reserve Emergency Prescription": holding Artemisia annua, soaking it in two liters of water, wringing out the juice and taking it all, can cure cold and heat malaria.

At that time, Wang Mo was very happy. He knew that this method would definitely work. Others didn't know what it meant, but he, who came from later generations, knew it.

"Quickly, go outside and look for some stinky wormwood, the kind with light yellow leaves, not dark green." Wang Mo said hastily.

When the others heard Wang Mo's words at this time, they were taken aback, thinking that he was going crazy because he wanted to cure this patient, what kind of stinky wormwood did he want at this time!

Seeing that no one moved, Wang Mo said in a louder voice: "Go and find him, I can cure him!"

At this time, the three of them knew that Wang Mo was not joking, so they all hurried out, even Director Zhang was no exception. Although he didn't like Wang Mo, he was willing to help when this kind of life was at stake.

Wang Mo was in the ward, using acupuncture to control his condition, so as not to let it get worse, otherwise he would find Artemisia annua, and he would be powerless at that time.

After a while, the three of them came back with Qinghao in their arms and put their things on the ground.

Wang Mo didn't care about them, so he squatted down and carefully identified which ones could be used, because there are two types of Artemisia annua, only one can treat malaria, and the other has no medicinal value.

This is also due to the concise and concise records of the ancients. Originally, there were two kinds of records, but after thousands of years of development, they were gradually misunderstood by later generations as the one kind of Artemisia annua recorded in the Pharmacopoeia, and it is the kind of deep Green Artemisia annua, in fact, this kind of Artemisia annua is not useful, but what is really useful is Artemisia annua, which is also caused by the different names of this plant in different places.

Wang Mo found some Artemisia annua, cut some of its leaves and roots, and hurried out the door.

Find a tool for pounding garlic in the kitchen, put all the washed Artemisia annua into it, mash it vigorously, and add some water.

When Wang Mo came back with half a bowl of green soup, the three of them looked at the bowl of soup that looked like poison.

Zhang Xiaohui hesitated for a moment and asked: "Doctor Wang, are you sure it can cure diseases, not..."

Zhang Xiaohui didn’t finish her words, but everyone present understood what she meant. Wang Mo said angrily: “What are you talking about? Half the chance of a cure."

"Doctor, can you really cure the child's father?" The family members looked at Wang Mo expectantly.

Wang Mo nodded without any hesitation. He knew that if he didn't nod to strengthen the confidence of the family members, he might not feel relieved to let Wang Mo take the medicine.

"Xiaohui, help him up, we have to pour the medicine into him." Wang Mo

After several people tossed and tossed for a long time, they poured half a bowl of medicine into the patient, but they were very tired.

"Now I'm just waiting, and I'll know how the effect will be in half an hour to an hour." Wang Mo said, looking at his watch.

Although Wang Mo said that he would have to wait for more than half an hour, no one left here, they were all waiting for the result.

Time passed by like this, half an hour was as long as half a century.

Before half an hour, the patient suddenly complained of a stomachache and wanted to go to the toilet.

So the family members and Director Zhang supported him and hurried out the door.

Zhang Xiaohui asked worriedly: "Doctor Wang, are you okay?"

Wang Mo said angrily: "What can happen? If he doesn't move, I really don't have confidence, but now I go to the toilet, it means that the medicine just now has worked. You can look at him when you come back later." Just know."

Sure enough, the three of them came back after a while. Although the patient still looked weak, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was much better than before.

Supporting the patient on the hospital bed, Wang Mo asked, "Where did you find it convenient?"

The family members didn't understand what Wang Mo meant, and thought that it was not allowed to defecate anywhere there.

The family member said with a guilty conscience: "It's just behind the wall outside the gate."

Wang Mo went out without saying a word, and Zhang Xiaohui also came out with him at this time, because she knew that the patient had nothing to do with her now, and she was also quite curious about what Wang Mo was going to do.

When Zhang Xiaohui saw Wang Mo came to the patient's convenient place just now, bent over and looked at the lump carefully.

Zhang Xiaohui said disgustedly: "I thought what were you going to do, what's nice here, you don't think it's dirty."

Wang Mo covered his mouth and nose and said without answering: "What do you know? To see a patient, you must know all the changes in him. I'm just here to take a look. How can I give him medicine next?"

When the two came back, the family members asked nervously: "Doctor, how is our family?"

"Didn't you see it with your own eyes? Isn't it much better than just now? Don't go back today. Stay here for a few days. He will continue to treat his illness here for a few days." Wang Mo

"Thank you doctor, you are really a great benefactor to our family!" Said the family members were about to kneel down to Wang Mo.

Wang Mo was one step ahead of her, helped her up and said, "You don't have to do this, this is what our doctors should do. You fetch some hot water and wipe his body and hands. He is very weak now, and he is most afraid of other germ infection. "

Zhang Xiaohui said quickly: "Sister, I know where the hot water is, and I'll take you there."

At this time, only the patient lying on the bed at this time was left in the ward, as well as Wang Mo and Director Zhang.

Wang Mo hadn't planned to talk to director Zhang, but he didn't expect that director Zhang would actually take the initiative to talk to him.

(End of this chapter)