After checking the pulse, Zi'an said, "Wait a moment, I'll go back and get something."
She went back and got the stethoscope and thermometer and came back again.
He seemed to have a low fever, but I couldn't be sure by touching him, so I took a thermometer to check him.
"Princess, what is this?" Su Mu had seen her take it out before, but he never had the courage to ask.
"Put it in your armpit, and take it out when I tell you to." Zi'an said.
"Yes!" Su Mu turned around embarrassedly and put the thermometer needle in his armpit.
After turning around, Zian used a stethoscope to listen to his trachea and lungs. He had a slight cough.
It is impossible to use modern instruments here to check whether he has the plague, so we can only make a judgment based on the symptoms.
There is no murmur in the lungs, but there is murmur in the trachea, and there are symptoms of inflammation.
After the thermometer was taken out, the temperature was 37.3 degrees, a low fever.
His eyeballs were slightly bloodshot, and he said he had felt nauseous and wanted to vomit before. These symptoms were all early symptoms of the plague.
"Do you feel nauseous and want to vomit?" Zi'an asked.
"Yes, but it's because I saw a lot of corpses that were rotten..." Su Mu covered his chest and was unable to continue. He felt nauseous and almost vomited.
Zi'an sighed softly. This was a time when people were needed. If Su Mu got infected, it would be a real headache.
Su Mu suppressed his nausea. Seeing Zi'an's slightly changed face, he was also a little scared. "Princess, could it be that I am not?"
Zi'an said, "It hasn't been confirmed yet, but you need to be isolated. Just stay in the house and don't go anywhere."
He is in quarantine and cannot go to the West District, as that is where confirmed patients are. He cannot be kept in the South District either, as everyone in the South District has symptoms. However, I hope Su Mu’s immunity is strong enough and he just has a cold.
Su Mu's face changed slightly, "Is your subordinate really ill?"
He was a little scared because he had seen people who died from the plague. Their deaths were painful and undignified.
"Don't worry first, check yourself to see if you have any rashes." Zi'an said softly.
Su Mu stepped back a few steps and said, "Princess, please leave quickly. If I am infected, I must not infect you."
Zi'an said, "Don't worry, I took the medicine."
"Can that medicine really prevent infection?" Su Mu asked.
"It's not 100% effective... It's not guaranteed, but it is effective. Moreover, it is also effective for the initial stage of plague. I will have someone send you the medicine later. You should drink it twice a day as I tell you."
"Thank you, Princess!" Su Mu said gratefully.
Zi'an looked at Su Mu and said, "Get well soon. I need help."
Su Mu felt very sad and hated himself. Whether it was because he had previously doubted the princess or because he was now sick, he really felt that he was useless. Zi'an's words made his eyes red.
After Zi'an comforted him with a few words, he went out.
Su Mu's influence cast a shadow over Zi'an's heart.
Although Lao Qi and the others drank medicine before going down the mountain, they only drank it once, and the drug was not too strong. If something happened and I was not with them, I really didn't know what to do.
Moreover, even a general like Su Mu, who had a very good resistance, unfortunately contracted the disease, which shows how fierce the plague was.
No, she needs to adjust the recipe again.
Nanny and Xiaosun arrived in the evening of that day, but Zi'an did not allow them to enter and asked them to go back to Princess An's mansion.
But Nanny and Xiaosun insisted on staying. Zi'an couldn't let anyone tie them up and take them away, and he didn't dare let anyone contact them, so he finally agreed to let them stay.
Ever since the plague was confirmed, Zi'an's heart has never been at peace. He can't sleep well at night and is always worried.
Others did not know the severity of the plague, but she did.
When I was studying medicine, I dabbled in infectious diseases and read some information on the plague.
Plague, also known as the Black Death, had a high mortality rate.
She wanted to adjust the prescription, so she read the medical books she brought down from Hanshan overnight.
In the evening, Rouyao came over and saw that she was busy, so she wanted to leave. Zi'an stopped her and said, "Rouyao, you came just in time. Come and take a look."
"You want me to see it?" Rouyao was stunned.
"Yes, more people, more eyes. Doctor Wen Yi has treated many epidemics, and perhaps he will record the plague." Zi'an said. Modern treatments for the Black Death are useless here. We can only start from traditional Chinese medicine. Wen Yi is almost an authority in traditional Chinese medicine.
"But these books were given to you by Doctor Wen Yi. If you let me read them, will I..."
Zi'an said, "Why do you think so? Medical skills should not be closed off by walls. If there is no communication, how can medical skills be promoted?"
Rouyao smiled, "Many sects in the martial arts world will not pass on their martial arts to others casually."
"How can martial arts be the same? If a bad person practices martial arts, it will only harm people, but medicine will not. Most people who study medicine take it as their responsibility to save the people. It is rare to use medicine to harm people, unless it is poison."
"That's right." Rouyao felt that Zi'an was really generous and sat down. "Tell me about the symptoms of plague. Maybe Doctor Wen Yi won't use the word plague?"
"It's either plague or the Black Death. Look up these two words."
"How can you be sure? I've never heard of plague or the Black Death."
"Because..." Zi'an almost said that he and Wen Yi were contemporary. "You haven't heard of it, but I have. I didn't name this disease. Doctor Wen Yi is knowledgeable and has treated so many patients and encountered so many diseases. She must know it."
"Okay, let's start investigating." Rouyao said.
Looking up books is difficult. Many of the books here are about special cases treated by Wen Yi, and most of them are handwritten. Although they are extremely neat, everyone has different writing habits. In addition, Wen Yi's later manuscripts used simplified Chinese characters, so Rouyao always found them difficult to understand.
"Take a break."
After watching for an hour, Zi'an saw that Rouyao's eyes were red, so he poured her some tea and asked her to take a rest.
Rouyao rubbed her eyes, "Is Su Mu infected?"
"The initial suspicion is." Zi'an sighed, frowning.
"It really is like when it rains it pours."
"His illness is relatively mild. I hope my medicine will be effective for him." Zi'an said.
"Well, this disease is so fierce, I have never seen it in my life." Rouyao said, and smiled bitterly, "However, I have not seen too many diseases in my life, and some of the patients I treated died. I tried my best to save them, but in the end I couldn't save them."
Zi'an has deep feelings about curing illnesses. "Birth, aging, illness and death are something that everyone has to go through. Sometimes we can't just try our best to save someone."
Rouyao looked at her, "Zi'an, why did you want to study medicine?"
This is a very profound question, one that can almost be said to be a torture to the human heart.
"What about you? Why do you want to study medicine?" Zi'an asked back.
"I want to save people. Sun Fang'er hurt people. I want to save people and atone for her sins." Rouyao did not hide it at all.
Zi'an smiled and said, "I'm not as noble as you. I chose to study medicine because I thought being a doctor could make money."
"Ah? Making money?" Rouyao was stunned.
Zi'an was also stunned for a moment, then he laughed, "I was joking, can't you hear it?"
(End of this chapter)