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Chapter 390

With Fu Zhuo and Zhenming county magistrate guaranteeing the ticket, the imperial physicians had no choice but to be dubious and use it on a few patients for the time being. However, a surprising thing happened. Those patients only drank the decoction for two days, and the third day He had regained some energy and was able to walk on the ground.

This made the imperial doctors, who were originally in a gloomy cloud, suddenly overjoyed. You must know that it has been half a year since the outbreak of the epidemic, but no doctor has developed an effective cure for the epidemic. Now that this prescription appears, it is simply to save Jincheng. The people are in fire and water.

Let's go back to Jin Changying, the night Jin Changying asked Zitang to deliver the prescription, he fell asleep drowsily in the middle of the night, and developed a high fever, which didn't go away, which frightened Fu Zhuo.

Fu Zhuo slept lightly at night, and only faintly heard Jin Changying's voice. He was a little worried, so he came to have a look, and no one answered after calling Jin Changying a few times. Only then did Fu Zhuo realize that Jin Changying had a fever .

Even though Fu Zhuodang invited the imperial physician to see Jin Changying, the imperial physician said that Jin Changying was a plague.

"What did you say?!" Fu Zhuo was startled. He didn't expect Jin Changying to be infected with the plague. Get sick?"

"Hot... so hot..." Jin Changying slept in a daze, her cheeks were red, her lips were so dry that they were peeling, and there was a layer of sweat on her forehead. Fu Zhuo quickly used the cool handkerchief in his hand. The son cools down Jin Changying.

"Master Fu, this is Jincheng after all. Coming to Jincheng is already a risky move for the county lord. How can there be absolute safety? In my opinion, the county lord should be sent to a concentration camp for isolation, and then the entire post station should be disinfected. , so as not to infect others." The imperial physician lowered his head and suggested to Fu Zhuo.

Fu Zhuo looked at Jin Changying's very weak appearance on the bed. He didn't want to let Jin Changying suffer back and forth, but there were so many people in the inn, so he could only let Jin Changying go to the inn to recuperate.

Thinking of this, Fu Zhuo had no choice but to nod, and several servants came in from the outside, helped Jin Changying out of bed, carried Jin Changying into the sedan chair, and took Jin Changying to the concentration camp.

Fu Zhuo was also going to follow, but unexpectedly, he was stopped by the imperial physician, who said to Fu Zhuo: "Master Fu, this plague is not an other disease, if you are not careful, it will be contagious, Master Fu should not come with you. "

"No, I must go with Madam. I don't trust you to take care of her. Aren't you short of manpower? I'll go. I'm strong and won't be infected." Fu Zhuo said, asking involuntarily. Keep up.

"This...Master Fu..." Seeing that Fu Zhuo couldn't be persuaded, the imperial physician had no choice but to give up and asked Fu Zhuo to follow him to the concentration camp.

"It's so hot...I want water..." Jin Changying fell into a drowsy sleep, her body seemed to be on fire, it was unbearably hot, but she was so weak that she couldn't move at all.

Just as Jin Changying was frowning tightly, a big hand stretched out, gently helped Jin Changying up, let her lean on him, held a teacup, and fed Jin Changying water.

Jin Changying finally drank the cool water, finally regained some strength, held the cup and gurgled a few mouthfuls to drink all the water in the teacup, Jin Changying barely opened his eyes after drinking the water, and only then did he see clearly The person who supported him said, "Fu Zhuo...?"

"I'm here, madam is awake? Are you hungry? Let's have a meal first and then rest." Fu Zhuo said to Jin Changying with concern.

"Why are you here?" Jin Changying knew that she had probably been tricked, but she never expected that she, Jin Changying, who was smart all her life, would fall into the hands of this plague.

Jin Changying sighed slightly in his heart, as expected, he did not have the halo of the protagonist.

"My wife is sick, so I have to take care of my wife as a husband. Do you want to drink a bowl of porridge before going to sleep?" Fu Zhuo said as he got up, took a bowl of porridge from the table, scooped a spoonful of porridge, and blew the air gently Bring it to Jin Changying's mouth, "I've been keeping this porridge warm, just waiting for my wife to wake up."

Jin Changying shook his head weakly, gently pushed away the porridge that Fu Zhuo brought to his mouth, and said weakly: "I don't drink it, stay away from me, it is easy to contagion."

"I'm strong and strong, so I won't be contagious." Fu Zhuo shook his head, and brought the porridge to Jin Changying's mouth again.

Jin Changying smelled the faint fragrance of white porridge, and her stomach could not help but growl twice. She swallowed, but hesitated, and said to Fu Zhuo: "You should stay away from me, or I will infect you. I don't even know what's going on."

"Madam, take it with peace of mind, it won't be contagious. Before I came, the imperial doctor prescribed me medicine that can resist the plague. If I take it, I won't be infected with the plague." Fu Zhuo said to Jin Changying without changing his face.

"Seriously? How come I haven't heard of it?" Jin Changying raised her eyes and looked at Fu Zhuo with some surprise. She didn't know when this kind of medicine became available. If there was such a medicine in the original plot, Jincheng also Not so many people died.

"The imperial physicians made some changes based on the prescription sent by the madam, and developed the prescription." Fu Zhuo explained to Jin Changying, "Now madam, don't worry, let's drink porridge."

Only then did Jin Changying nod her head in understanding, she felt relieved, and took a sip of the porridge that Fu Zhuo brought to her mouth. After taking this sip, her stomach growled even worse. It was too slow, and I just finished drinking with the bowl.

After finishing drinking, Jin Changying looked at the porridge on the table again, and blinked at Fu Zhuo, but Fu Yao shook his head and refused: "Madam just woke up, it's not appropriate to eat too much, Madam should take a rest first , eat later."

As Fu Zhuo spoke, he asked someone to take away the porridge on the table, even though Jin Changying stared at him with puffy eyes, he didn't respond at all.

Although Jin Changying was very unlucky to be infected with the plague, fortunately, there is already a medicine that can cure the plague. Therefore, Jin Changying only needs to drink the decoction for two days according to the doctor's advice, and he will be in good health.

However, asking Jin Changying to do whatever he wanted, and letting her drink medicine was worse than killing her.

Jin Changying picked up the decoction sent by the imperial doctor and brought it to his mouth. When he smelled the pungent and nauseating smell of the medicine, Jin Changying took the medicine bowl further away. The taste of the medicine was too pungent.

The imperial doctor who was waiting on the side couldn't bear it, so he couldn't help but urged: "County Master, you have repeated this action for the tenth time. If you don't drink it, the medicine will become colder and more bitter."

Jin Changying's eyes widened when he heard the imperial physician's words, could it be worse than this?She will die!

Jin Changying plucked up his courage and wanted to drink up the medicine, but in the end he didn't have the courage. Jin Changying looked at the imperial physician eagerly and asked, "Is this medicine too bitter? It's also... can you drink it?" Put some sugar or something?"

Seeing that the majesty of the magistrate was afraid of suffering, the imperial physician was speechless for a while, not knowing what to say. After a long while, the imperial physician said to Jin Changying earnestly: "Master, this good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease. Adding sugar will cure the medicine, ma'am. Just bear it, and it will pass.”

(End of this chapter)