Daming Super Daddy

When the old woman saw Zhu Song and the others, especially when she saw Li Kun, the magistrate of Anxi County, she knelt down and kowtowed as if she had seen a life-saving straw, begging with tears in her eyes:

"Grandpa, county magistrate, please, please save your little grandson! He is only six years old this year, only six years old! Please save him, please save him!"

Everyone stopped, Li Kun took two steps forward, looked at the old woman, and said, "Aunt Li, you..."

"Magistrate Li, what are you talking about so much nonsense? Go to her house!" Zhu Song threw a sentence behind.

Zhu Song's words are much more effective than Li County Magistrate. He brought a few royal guards, and several imperial physicians including Chen Shu from the Imperial Medicine Supervision Office, and followed Aunt Li to a house in a hurry.

Entering the courtyard, the first thing that catches the eye is a large urn placed in front of the lobby door of the back room. The urn is open, and there are flying mosquitoes buzzing all over the top of the urn.

What made Zhu Song frown the most was that the lobby door didn't even have a curtain, and the mosquitoes were allowed to fly in and out of the lobby.

As soon as Zhu Song and the others approached the entrance of the lobby, the mosquitoes flying around the urn immediately buzzed over, but before they got close, they turned around and flew away.

Nonsense, Zhu Song and the others are all carrying wormwood bags, the whole thing is moving wormwood, it's no wonder those mosquitoes dare to fly over.

"Go out and ask someone to bring more wormwood, and fumigate the yard and the house to drive away all those damned mosquitoes." Zhu Song looked at the big urn and said, "There are so many mosquitoes. , if we don’t drive them all away, I’m afraid they will soon spread to the surrounding villages of Xiahe Village.”

The order was given, and immediately some soldiers went out to get the wormwood.

What about Zhu Song and the others?While waving away the mosquitoes at the entrance of the lobby, he entered the lobby.

After entering the room, everyone saw a little boy lying on the bed. His eyes were tightly closed, and he was covered with several layers of quilts, but he still seemed to be suffering from a cold, shivering non-stop, with a fine pimple on his forehead. Sweat overflowed, and the mouth was still screaming cold unconsciously.

"Physician Chen, go and show this child." Zhu Song ordered.

"Yes."

Chen Shu quickly walked over, then took off the gloves on his hands, pulled the little boy's hands out of the quilt without any hesitation, then raised his hands to feel his pulse.

A few personal guards took out a big fan from nowhere, then took out some wormwood from the cloth bag, tied it to the fan, and fanned it non-stop, apparently coaxing mosquitoes. There are also many mosquitoes flying in the house!

After a cup of tea, Chen Shu let go of his hand, put his arm back under the quilt, and opened the little boy's eyes to look.

Bowing his head and thinking for a while, Chen Shu said, "My lord, it is indeed malaria."

"Oh?"

Although Zhu Song is good at external injuries, he still has a little understanding of this internal disease. He can see the external symptoms of malaria. He nodded and said: "Mr. Chen, how did you treat malaria in the past? of?"

"My lord, malaria mostly occurs in summer and autumn. Still, the symptoms of malaria are different, and the methods of treating malaria are also different. It can be used to reconcile the exterior and interior, to clear heat and preserve body fluid, or to transform turbidity and open mind."

When he said this, Chen Shu's expression was a little dark: "It's just that the effect of this treatment is not good. It can be said that as long as this person has malaria, the rest is basically death."

As soon as Chen Shu's words fell to the ground, the old woman cried again: "Wuuuu, my poor grandson, at such a young age..."

Zhu Song immediately frowned: "Physician Chen, although I know that Artemisia annua can treat malaria, I don't know whether to apply it externally or take it internally. I need you to choose the method of use, of course. , this king will come up with some proposals, and it’s up to you whether you accept them or not.”

"It's okay." Chen Shu waved his hand and said, "Anhao is a herbal medicine that clears away heat and eliminates evil. Even if it can't cure malaria, it won't have any bad effects on malaria patients."

"That's good." Zhu Song nodded, "Then I will put forward two opinions. One is to directly mash the Artemisia annua and let the child drink it. The other is to boil water with Artemisia annua and let the child drink it. Take the Artemisia annua with water."

After hearing Zhu Song's words, Wang Cheng immediately ordered his subordinates, saying: "Hurry up, follow the method that His Royal Highness the King of Han just said, and find another commoner suffering from malaria, and try it out at the same time."

Chapter 5 Seventeen Valid

After a quarter of an hour, Quanzhou Wei walked in with a bowl of dark green juice.

Chen Shu took the bowl of dark green Artemisia annua juice, first dipped it with his finger, then put it in his mouth to taste it, and then asked Aunt Li to carefully feed the child to drink it.

"Get another bowl." Zhu Song felt that this bowl might not be effective enough, so he asked someone to get another bowl and gave the little boy to drink it.

After two bowls of Artemisia annua juice, the rest is waiting for the effect of the medicine.

The waiting time is always difficult, the time passed by every minute and every second, Zhu Song is better, he knows that the Artemisia annua will definitely be effective, but Chen Shu and the officials of Anxi County will not be able to, they Annoyed like ants on a hot pan.

After two quarters of an hour, the little boy lying on the bed was still the same as before, murmuring non-stop: "Grandma, it's cold, the little tree is so cold, the little tree is so cold..."

From this point of view, it seems that there are no good signs at all.

Chen Shu couldn't bear it any longer, he took a few steps forward and grabbed the little boy's wrist to feel his pulse again, but the result was unsatisfactory and it still didn't get better.

"Doctor Chen, could it be that the time is not long enough, and the effect of the Artemisia annua hasn't been brought out yet?" Zuo Fengming saw that the expression on Chen Shu's face was not very good, and quickly persuaded him: "Or, let's wait and see." ?”

Chen Shu nodded and did not speak. Now Artemisia annua is the last straw. Now that Artemisia annua has been taken, what else can I do but wait?

Time continued to pass, and an hour seemed to have passed.

In the next two hours, the little boy was alternately hot and cold, and his body became weaker at this time, he was able to murmur softly before, but now he can't even cry out for cold or heat.

Except for fools, everyone could see that this was obviously an exacerbation of the disease.

The old woman had the tendency to cry bitterly again.

"What's going on here? Artemisia annua is very effective against malaria. Why is the child's illness getting worse and worse? Doesn't it make sense?" Seeing the child's pitiful appearance on the bed, Zhu Song was puzzled.

Chen Shu stepped forward to feel the child's pulse again, and said worriedly: "Hey, my lord, if the Artemisia annua doesn't work anymore, this child may be..."

In the middle of the sentence, although it is not finished, the meaning I want to express is very clear.

Even so, Aunt Li still started to sob.

"Physician Chen, could it be because this child has taken too little Artemisia annua?" An imperial physician selected from the Imperial Medicine Supervision Department guessed: "The herbs like Artemisia annua have low medicinal properties. Maybe it’s not enough, that’s why it’s been slow to see the effect? ​​How about this, I’ll arrange for someone to get some Artemisia annua juice.”

"It doesn't necessarily mean that the medicine is not strong." Zhu Song shook his head and said, "Perhaps the method of using Artemisia annua is different. Where did you find another person to test the medicine? Has her symptoms improved?"

Just as Zhu Song finished speaking, a soldier hurried in at this moment and reported to Zhu Song: "Your Majesty, it's not good, it's not good! Didn't you just ask the little one to find another villager suffering from malaria? Did you give him medicine? Those of us who made the medicine didn’t carefully distinguish the Artemisia annua before making the medicine, so we used the wrong herbal medicine.”

"What?" Chen Shu frowned, and said angrily, "What's the matter? Put those Artemisia annua together, why don't you just take some Artemisia annua from the car? No one of you will die if you die. I want to live!"

The soldier smiled wryly, and continued: "But, the shapes of these two herbs are too similar, and more than 70 stones of our [-] shi Artemisia annua are another kind of herb."

"Lord Wang, Lord Zuo, what's the matter?" Zhu Song also frowned, the people below are really unreliable, arrange them to do something, just don't worry about it, even dare to give you things It's a mess.

Human life is at stake, Zhu Song wished he could kill all these guys.

"This..." Wang Cheng and other Fujian officials wiped the sweat overflowing from their foreheads, and said, "Your Majesty, your Majesty, let's go out and have a look."

"Hmph, I will go out with you to have a look." Zhu Song snorted coldly and walked out first.

……

After leaving Aunt Li's courtyard, I came to Aunt Li's neighbor's house.

The person who just identified and brewed the medicine was standing by the small medicine stove at this moment, as if waiting for a trial.

"It's because you boiled the wrong medicine?" Zhu Song looked at the two Quanzhou guards coldly, and said, "What kind of medicine did you boil, go and get it quickly, and also take a few plants of Artemisia annua."