Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 278 Repeatedly

"It doesn't matter if it's a problem or not. Everyone has their own difficulties, so we'll help if we can." Song Ying relayed Aunt Chen's words, "Don't worry, Aunt Chen and her daughter-in-law are both very good people. This is what Aunt Chen said.

Your husband is here, my brother will be watching over him and will call you if anything happens."

As she spoke, she looked at Han Zhijie on the couch, only to find that his face was red.

Song Ying was stunned for a moment, then reached out and touched his forehead. He felt a scorching heat and his expression changed drastically: "Oh no, he has a fever!"

She turned around and ran out, "Uncle Master! Uncle Master! Han Zhijie has a fever..."

After half an hour, Doctor Ma put down the silver needle and sat on the chair to wipe the sweat off his face.

Madam Fang asked anxiously, "Doctor Ma, is my husband okay?"

"It's under control for now. As long as he wakes up before tomorrow evening, he'll be fine." Doctor Ma was also a little frightened.

Song Ying looked at the anxious Madam Fang and frowned. She felt something was strange. Madam Fang was so worried about her husband that she specifically asked him to look after him by the couch. However, Han Zhijie's face was so red, which looked abnormal, but she didn't notice it.

Uncle Master had specifically told me before that I should be careful about Han Zhijie getting a fever.

Madam Fang was so anxious that she almost cried, "It's all my fault. I didn't notice my husband had a fever earlier. Doctor Ma, is it true that he won't have any problems with the fever?"

Song Ying looked at it and felt that he was being too suspicious. Maybe Madam Fang was just too anxious and inexperienced for not noticing it in time.

Doctor Ma couldn't guarantee the answer to Madam Fang's question. Although Han Zhijie was an adult and the chance of his brain being damaged was very small, it was not impossible.

The human brain is a precious thing. Some people die after a slight hit; some people fall and get bloody head and a dented skull, and are fine after their injuries heal.

He pondered for a moment and ordered, "Wenxuan, don't sleep tonight. Just stay by the side and call me immediately if anything goes wrong."

"How can we disturb the young doctor's sleep? I'll just stay here and watch over him." Madam Fang wiped her tears and said quickly.

After this incident, Doctor Ma decided that she was inexperienced and would not dare to let her take care of him again: "It's okay. We are doctors. There are some things that ordinary people can hardly detect."

After that, he said to Song Ying: "Song Ying, come early tomorrow to replace your brother."

"Okay." Song Ying agreed.

Seeing that it was getting late and that curfew would be reached if he didn't leave soon, he left the clinic.

After returning to the Shen Mansion, she told her master what had happened during the day. Just after she finished washing and lay down, she heard the maid knocking on the door.

"Sister Song Ying, please open the door! Your senior brother is here!"

Song Ying was stunned for a moment, then quickly got up. When he went out, he saw that the light in Doctor Lin's room was on.

Song Ying ran over to open the yard, and Lin Wenxuan looked inside anxiously: "Is my aunt asleep? Han Zhijie has a fever again, uncle, please ask my aunt to go over and take a look!"

Song Ying's heart skipped a beat. It had only been such a short time and he already had a fever again!

She turned around and saw that Doctor Lin had come out and was walking towards her quickly: "Let's go!"

Song Ying looked at the clothes she was wearing, turned around and ran back, "Master, please put on a cloak!"

As she spoke, she ran into Doctor Lin's room like a whirlwind, took the cloak and ran out, handing it to Doctor Lin.

Doctor Lin walked and dressed, and glanced at her. Seeing that she was wearing a warm snow coat, and seeing that Lin Wenxuan was only wearing a single cotton jacket, he couldn't help but frowned: "No matter how urgent the matter is, you should wear more clothes when you go out."

"It's okay, I'm not cold. Look, there's sweat on my forehead!" Lin Wenxuan said, silently complaining in his heart that you didn't notice it just now.

The three of them went out and saw a carriage parked at the gate. The doorman came up to them and said politely, "Manager Zhang heard about it and asked us to prepare a carriage. You should get on quickly."

Doctor Lin didn't say much. He took Song Ying and Lin Wenxuan into the carriage and asked about the details.

"Today at the beginning of the evening hour, Master used acupuncture and herbal medicine to reduce the fever..."

"Song Ying has already talked about this when he came back, and told us what happened next." Doctor Lin interrupted.

"At the end of the You hour, he had a fever again. We boiled some medicine and fed him to him, and it reduced a little, but then it came back again, and the fever kept getting higher and higher. The master said that if the fever couldn't be reduced, he would die tonight."

"What prescription did you use?" Doctor Lin asked again.

"I used Xiao Chaihu Decoction, 5 qian of Chaihu, 2 qian of Huangqin, and 2 qian of Renshen..."

During the questioning, they soon arrived at the clinic. Doctor Ma sat beside Han Zhijie's bed, taking his pulse non-stop, his brows furrowed so tightly that they could pinch a fly to death.

Madam Fang was covering her mouth with her hands, her eyes were as red as a rabbit's, and tears were still flowing down.

Hearing the sound, Doctor Ma turned around, feeling relieved, "Sister, you are finally here! Come and see what is going on. Why can't the fever go away?"

Doctor Lin took Lin Wenxuan's pulse, looked up at him, picked up a piece of paper and pen, quickly wrote a prescription and handed it to Lin Wenxuan.

Lin Wenxuan turned around and went to the pharmacy to get the medicine.

"Song Ying, you go over and help decoct the medicine." Doctor Lin ordered.

Although he really wanted to stay and see how his master gave acupuncture to people, Song Ying still obediently went out.

As soon as she turned around, the anxious Madam Fang said, "I'll go, Doctor Xiao Song, you take a rest."

Doctor Lin looked at her, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, "No need, there are also skills to decocting medicine, they have all learned it, let them do it, the decocted medicine will be more effective."

"Some are so particular." Madam Fang was surprised.

Doctor Lin did not explain to her any further, but took the silver and gave Han Zhijie acupuncture to reduce his fever.

Soon, she finished the injection and went to wash her hands.

Doctor Ma touched Han Zhijie's forehead and found that it was still very hot. He asked, "Senior sister, can this reduce the heat?"

Madam Fang also asked anxiously: "Doctor, will my husband be okay?"

Doctor Lin nodded: "If the disease recurs later, there is no need for acupuncture or medicine. Just apply a wet towel to it. He can take the medicine tomorrow morning."

"Senior sister, what you mean is that it is normal for high fever to recur at this time, and I am too anxious?" Doctor Ma asked.

Doctor Lin glanced at Madam Fang and said coldly, "That's not the case. Repeated fevers from sores are always dangerous. It's right for you to be cautious."

Doctor Ma stroked his beard and nodded gently, then began to talk about his treatment of Han Zhijie in detail, and then asked: "Senior sister, where did I go wrong?"

Doctor Lin glanced at Madam Fang again and said meaningfully, "Not careful enough."

Madam Fang was frightened by her gaze and kept licking her lips, but Doctor Ma didn't notice it at all and said respectfully, "Please give me some advice, Senior Sister."

While Mrs. Fang was feeling anxious, Dr. Lin pointed out two points where Dr. Ma was too cautious in using the dosage, and then he kept silent.

Doctor Ma did not notice anything unusual about Madam Fang. He just pondered over it carefully, but the more he pondered, the more confused he became. Those two points of caution should not have caused the fever to be so severe.