"Sum," Ling Qingyu turned his head and shouted, but seeing that Su Mu's body was shaking a little and his face was very pale, he stepped forward a few steps, helped him up and said, "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing, just a little cold." Sum replied.
Ling Qingyu looked at the big white sun in the sky, and saw that Sum's teeth were trembling a little. He was startled, and hurriedly dragged him into the tent, put his hand on his forehead, and asked, "Do you feel cold?"
Sum nodded, hugged his shoulders unconsciously with his hands, shivering from the cold.
Ling Qingyu pulled him to lie on the quilt, then pulled out a cloak to cover him, and said to Yan San: "Yan San, something is wrong with Sum, see if there is a doctor?"
Yan San responded and quickly walked out of the turret. He found Cheng Jia who was still wandering on the city wall, and said, "Master Cheng, where is the doctor here?"
Cheng Jia was startled and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Something's wrong with Sum, where is the doctor?" Yan San became anxious.
"I'll take you."
Covered up everything that could be covered by Su Mu, but Su Mu still seemed to be very cold, and he huddled into a ball. Ling Qingyu asked anxiously, "Sum, what's the matter?"
"Master... I... I'm fine... I just... feel... cold..." Su Mu's words were intermittent because of the cold war, which made Ling Qingyu even more flustered. Although the current weather is not 40 degrees, it must be more than 30 degrees. It's so hot The weather is so cold!
When Yan San and Cheng Jia came back with the doctor, Sum had already developed a high fever. After asking about the situation and taking his pulse, the doctor called Cheng Jia out of the tent.
"Master Cheng, you're playing tricks!" The doctor's voice trembled a little when he said that.
Cheng Jia shook slightly and said, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, there have been several people in the city suffering from this disease, should I tell Mr. Wang?" the doctor whispered.
"Can't it be treated?" Cheng Jia asked.
"The villain can only prescribe some prescriptions, but this disease is really dangerous." The doctor whispered. He was able to diagnose it so quickly because the first person in the city had this disease for several days, and all the symptoms showed up, and now he has entered a dangerous situation. It depends on yourself.
"Is it malaria?" Ling Qingyu asked standing at the door of the tent.
"It's also called this disease." The doctor replied, and then said, "I'll go see the prescription first."
"Don't worry, this illness may not be a problem." Cheng Jia turned around and said. Although these people were said to be her guards, she treated them like relatives.
"Traditional Chinese medicine can't cure this." Ling Qingyu looked back at Sum, who had a high fever and started to feel confused, and said, "Besides, it's probably falciparum malaria."
Cheng Jia unconsciously asked, "Chinese medicine?"
"Yan three Yan three."
"Yes." Yan San stepped out of the tent and responded.
"Look for a horse, you go to Hangzhou immediately, and bring over the bark and seeds of the cinchona tree we brought back from South America." Ling Qingyu said anxiously.
"But." Yan San hesitated, if he left, Ling Qingyu and Su Mu would be the only patients here.
"Don't be so anxious, the doctor may have a solution?" Cheng Jia interjected.
"There is no other way, it depends on the patient's own physical strength to resist. Sum is young, and he is not from our Dazhou, so he can't bear it." Ling Qingyu returned to Cheng Jia, turned to Yan San and said: "That Cinchona It is specially designed to treat this, and only that can cure Sum’s illness, Yan San, hurry up and come back, I’ll wait for you here.”
"Qing Yu," Yan San took a look at Cheng Jia, pulled Ling Qingyu aside, and said, "July 14 is coming, if I can't make it back, what will you do?"
ah oh! And that fucking snake pill!
"It's okay, don't you have seven days left? You can just come back as soon as possible. If you can't, there are so many men here, and I can always catch one." Ling Qingyu's voice became softer and softer.
Knowing that she would never leave Su Mu alone, if something happened to Sum, she would feel guilty to death, Yan San sighed, and said in a low voice: "I will do it as soon as possible, but if you can't catch up, you must find someone Solve it, don't carry it yourself."
Ling Qingyu nodded, raised his head and pecked him on the lips, and said, "You have to be careful."
Yan San lowered his head and hugged her waist, turning her light peck into a deep kiss, and after letting go of her, he said: "You are well, I will be well."
Cheng Jia stood outside looking at the sky, and occasionally poked her head to see if the two were okay. Seeing that the two had finally let go, she asked, "You said there is medicine to treat this?"
"Whether it works for a horse or not, you'll know when I bring it back." Yan San said.
"The horse is below. Wait a minute. I'll write you an official document. Otherwise, the checkpoint won't let you pass." Cheng Jia said as he went to get a pen and paper.
"Gateway?" Ling Qingyu asked.
"Yes, this kind of malaria has spread widely, and the imperial court has ordered the blockade of the affected area and prohibition of passage." Cheng Jia wrote the official document and stamped his own seal, and then gave Yan San a waist badge with the word "Cheng", saying : "If the official documents don't let you go, just take this out and say, Cheng Jia is about to die, if you don't let you save someone, watch out for his head."
"Okay." Glancing at Ling Qingyu, Yan San turned his head and slid down from the wall, took the reins handed over by Cheng Jia's servant, got on his horse and rode away.
"Road closed?" Ling Qingyu asked coolly.
"Ah...haha..." Cheng Jia snorted.
"This disease is caused by mosquitoes, so what does it matter?" Ling Qingyu snorted.
"There are also places where too many people and livestock died, and a plague appeared." Cheng Jia said, "There is no plague in Jiangling, and I must thank you."
"Many people will die if you hit the swing." After Ling Qingyu finished speaking, he got into the tent, and then said to Cheng Jia: "Get someone to help you fetch water."
Su Mu was so hot that he started talking nonsense, Ling Qingyu took off his clothes, wiped his body with cold water to cool down, poured cold water on him, and said in a low voice: "Su Mu, it's okay, you must be okay , Yan San has already gone to get the medicine, don't worry, you have to bear it."
"Master Cheng."
"What's the matter?" Cheng Jia turned his head and asked with a slightly cold face when he saw a small official bringing some officers and soldiers over.
"Master Zhou heard that there was a bait here, please move Master Cheng to the county government office." The little official saluted.
"No need, I'm right here." Cheng Jia said flatly.
"But Mr. Zhou said..." The little official was a little anxious. Although Cheng Jia was not an imperial envoy, Cheng Jia was the prime minister's son. If something happened, all the officials in Jiangling would not be able to compensate.
"It's easy to have troubles in your county government. Tell Mr. Zhou to find out how many cases of slapstick in the city?" Cheng Jia's voice was not loud, but he brought an official authority. Yes, take someone away.
In the evening, Sum was sweating profusely, and the temperature dropped.
"I'm fine, master." Looking at Ling Qingyu, Sum smiled slightly.
"It's just that it's okay now, don't move, take a good rest, I'm afraid it will come again tomorrow." Ling Qingyu wiped off his sweat with a handkerchief, put on clean clothes, and said.
"Cooking..." Sum looked at the sky and wanted to get up.
"Don't move, I'll let you try my craft today." Ling Qingyu held him down.
"Master, your craftsmanship is inedible." Sum said honestly.
"You look down on me too much, anyway, you just lie down for me." Ling Qingyu stared and said.
Wang Xuanzhi, who was half-tired and rushed back to eat, looked at the bowl of rice porridge that was so clear that it was on the table, and said, "Are you out of rice?"
"Sum is sick, so he can only eat porridge. If it's rice, it's available here." Ling Qingyu took out a pot of black things from the side.
The corners of Wang Xuanzhi's eyes twitched, he glanced at Cheng Jia who was drinking the rice porridge as if eating a delicacy, and silently took a sip of the rice porridge.
Seeing Ling Qingyu get into the tent after carrying a bowl of porridge, Wang Xuanzhi said with some contempt: "A servant is so nervous."
"She didn't think of him as a servant." Cheng Jia said flatly, "You should move out."
Wang Xuanzhi paused, he really couldn't understand some of her behavior, and even the last cook here fell down, but if he went to the county government, the county magistrate Zhou was not a big official, but he gave birth to seven daughters , now except for the youngest one who is only five years old, the other daughters are innocent and go wrong. Compared with this clear porridge, that is more frightening.
On the third day, under the care of Ling Qingyu day and night, Su Mu got a little better, but a large-scale outbreak broke out in the city, and the first sick person died.
Moreover, when he came back that night, Cheng Jia collapsed.
"Didn't I tell you to wear long clothes and trousers so that you don't get bitten by mosquitoes? Why are you so stupid?" Ling Qingyu helped him cover the quilt and said, "Where's your boy? Where did he die?"
"I called...they...delivered...the letter..." Cheng Jia said with a shiver, the situation here is getting worse and worse, the relief from the imperial court has been delayed, and malaria broke out again, so he had to ask his subordinates to go to Bianjing continuously Sending letters around, it happened that even the last servant was instructed to leave today.
Sum got up, fetched water, and cooked porridge.
"My life is miserable." Ling Qingyu sighed, and said strangely: "By the way, don't people come to ask you to change places every day? Why not today?"
"Don't... chase... I... go..." Cheng Jia's teeth were chattering, but he still smiled: "I... don't want... to take... a bunch of... Aunt... back..."
"Isn't my name a name?" Ling Qingyu glared at him, then handed him cold water to drink.
"I...responsible..." Cheng Jia said, taking a sip of water.
"Don't mind! I'll be thankful that you don't play tricks on me in the future!" Ling Qingyu said.