vrcanaries Chapter 412: High Fever, Can't Last Long
Chapter 412: High Fever, Can't Last Long
Xiao Luoling's beating successfully caused Jiang Wumei to have a high fever.
Xiao Luoling found that Jiang Wumei's condition was getting worse and worse, and he was worried that she would die. He sent people to the back to disrupt Xiao Tong and his men's pursuit, and he led his men into the city and stayed in a courtyard arranged in advance.
The man in black went outside to find a doctor. When the doctor saw Jiang Wumei, who was beaten to a bloody mess, he was shocked.
"What's wrong with this lady?
How did you get beaten like this?"
The doctor has always been kind-hearted and dedicated to saving lives. Seeing Jiang Wumei lying on the bed with not a single piece of healthy flesh on her body, he felt heartbroken.
This is a living person, not an animal. Which bastard would use such harsh means to deal with him?
Moreover, judging from the looks of it, the woman in front of him is from a family of high status, so how could she be injured so badly?
Facing the old doctor's suspicious gaze, the man in black made up an excuse:
"He's a distant relative of our young lady. He was kidnapped and severely tortured by bandits on the road.
Our lady finally rescued the person, please take a look at her quickly.
She is very important to our young lady and must not die.
Don't worry about the money when you prescribe the medicine later, just prescribe all the herbs that can save your life."
The man in black spoke perfunctorily, but the old doctor saw through his indifference and knew that the relationship between the person on the bed and them was definitely not what he said.
But what does it matter if he sees through it? The old doctor has elderly parents and young children to take care of. Facing the men in black who look like they are not easy to deal with, he dare not say a word.
Carrying the medicine box on his back, he walked to the bedside, put it down, took Jiang Wumei's wrist, and was about to take her pulse, but found that her wrist was covered with bloody wounds and there was no place to take her pulse.
The old doctor was in a dilemma:
"Sir, this lady is seriously injured, I can't take her pulse at this moment.
Why don't you ask a few maids to come over and help this lady clean her clothes and apply some medicine. When her wrist injury gets better, I'll take her pulse again."
Black-clad men with black faces:
"Don't bother with that. Just take her pulse and prescribe medicine."
With allies in front and pursuers behind, they and Her Royal Highness the Princess could only stay in the city for one day. How could they have the time to slowly treat the Imperial Concubine?
Her Royal Highness the Princess said that all we need to do is hold on to her breath and keep her alive until she meets her allies.
The old doctor was rebuked by the man in black. He turned back to look at the person on the bed whose breathing was getting weaker and weaker. He hesitated for a moment and nodded.
"Okay, let me try first."
The old doctor took out a handkerchief from the medicine box and placed it under the wrist of the person on the bed. He looked carefully at her horrible wrist and placed the three fingers he was using to feel her pulse on the wound that was still bleeding.
After feeling it carefully for a while, the old doctor withdrew his hand and solemnly and anxiously reminded the man in black:
"This lady is seriously injured and now has a high fever. If she isn't treated quickly, she might not survive for a few days."
The torture on the wooden stake yesterday and the beating with the whip today completely destroyed most of Jiang Wumei's vitality.
At this moment, he was lying on the bed, dying, his whole body was burning with fever, and his pulse was so weak that it seemed like it would stop at any moment. The old doctor was terrified by the sight.
The man in black urged with a stern face:
"Then get the medicine quickly.
Use the strongest medicine and make sure she stays alive."
This person is the only hostage of Her Royal Highness the Princess. If he dies on the way, all their previous plans will be in vain.
"Just write out the prescription and we'll send someone to get the medicine.
You are not allowed to leave until her high fever subsides.
If she dies, you will be buried with her!"
The man in black suddenly changed his attitude. The old doctor was frightened by his words and trembled. He said incoherently:
"Sir, I'm just an ordinary doctor. I don't have much ability. I may not be able to help this lady wake up safely.
Or, could you please invite another doctor to come in and take a look?"
The old doctor thought it was just a normal medical consultation, but he was frightened by the man in black and began to speak incoherently.
Seeing him trembling as he tried to carry the medicine box, the man in black instantly drew his sword from his waist. With a swish sound, a cold light flashed past, and the cold blade touched the old doctor's neck, threatening him:
"Don't you understand me?
You can't leave until this person is safe!
If she dies, not only you, but also your family and your medicine shop will all be in jeopardy!"
"Don't be impulsive, sir. I understand. I understand."
The old doctor was frightened and immediately let go of the hand that was touching the medicine box. He saluted the man in black with a trembling voice:
"Please, please send me some writing materials. I will write you a prescription right away."
The old man in front of him knew what was happening. The man in black put away his sword with satisfaction, waved his hand outside, and someone immediately ran over to prepare things.
The pen and ink were brought over, and the old doctor sat aside, racking his brains to think of a prescription.
It is really a difficult task to make it work quickly while ensuring that the lady on the bed is not affected.
“What are you dithering for!
Move faster! "
The man in black urged him unhappily, and the old doctor racked his brains to think about the medicinal properties of the herbs, and finally wrote out the prescription.
The man in black arranged for someone to get some medicine and boil it. The old doctor took out the medicine from the medicine box and handed it to the man in black.
“Sir, this is the trauma powder I developed myself. It is very effective in treating whip wounds and knife wounds.
The lady on the bed has a high fever caused by a wound infection. In addition to taking internal medicine, she also needs some external medicine."
The man in black glared at the old doctor impatiently and said irritably:
"There's no maid here to give her medicine. Just drink a few bowls of medicine to keep her alive."
The old doctor was anxious:
“Sir, this lady is covered in wounds, and if the high fever is not treated, it will keep coming back.
Besides, if her injuries are not treated, she will be left with scars in the future..."
"shut up!"
The man in black interrupted the old doctor, turned his head and stared at him with a final warning:
“You just need to prescribe the medicine, don’t say anything else and don’t worry about anything else.
Otherwise, you may come in alive but not leave alive."
The old doctor didn't dare to speak. He put all the medicine bottles into the medicine box, sighed heavily, and sat down beside the bed.
The man in black knew that the old man could not do anything, so he glanced at him and walked to the door to guard it.
The medicine was quickly boiled, and someone else brought it into the room. The man in black took the medicine and walked directly to the bedside to feed Jiang Wumei.
Seeing the steaming hot medicine about to be poured into the patient's mouth, the old doctor's eyelids twitched. He couldn't bear to watch it anymore and snatched the medicine bowl from the man in black.
If he didn't stop me, after taking this bowl of medicine, my throat would probably be burned before the high fever subsided.
I really don’t know what grudge these people have against this lady.
Facing the displeased face of the man in black, the old doctor quickly explained:
"Sir, please take a break first. This medicine is a little hot. It will be more effective if it is slightly warmed up.
I'll feed the lady later."
With the old doctor around, Jiang Wumei didn't have to force-feed the medicine. After the medicine cooled down a little, the old doctor fed it to Jiang Wumei one spoonful at a time with a spoon.
The bitter medicine flowed down her throat into her stomach. Jiang Wumei felt like she had fallen into a frying pan, and all her bones, blood and flesh turned to ashes in the boiling oil.