After listening to Ye Zhen's words, the woman hurriedly stepped aside to let Ye Zhen feel her husband's pulse. She kowtowed to Ye Zhen. "Please, you must save my husband, please! Please search for the most complete and updated news! "
Ye Zhen first tested the man's neck and found a weak pulse, which was a sign of life.
"What's wrong with him?" Ye Zhen asked the woman kneeling behind her while feeling the man's pulse.
"I … I don't know. Last night, he began to feel weak. I asked the village doctor to see him. He took medicine but he still didn't get better. This morning, I went to the city to find a doctor, but the doctor said …" The woman cried and couldn't speak clearly.
Ye Zhen observed the man's face. His breathing was weak and his face was flushed. When she felt his pulse just now, his skin was a little hot.
"What did he say?" Ye Zhen asked without looking back.
"The doctor inside said that we have no money and can't cure my father, so he drove us out." The child next to him said loudly.
The crowd let out a sigh.
"It's too wicked not to treat him without money."
"So what if you have good medical skills? You are worse than a quack doctor."
"There will be retribution for having no conscience."
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One after another, curses surged like a wave.
No one came out of the clinic, but the waiter standing outside saw that the situation was not right and closed the door. At this time, the curses of the crowd could not be heard.
Ye Rou didn't seem to hear what everyone was saying. She placed her hand on the man's forehead and observed his complexion. She then asked the woman about what the patient had done in the past two days and how he had reacted. She could roughly guess what illness the patient had.
At this time, the door of the clinic opened and a middle-aged man in a straight robe came out. He looked at Ye Zhen with a serious face. When he heard everyone's curses, his face became more and more ugly. "What do you know? That man has typhoid. There is no cure at all."
Isn't typhoid a contagious disease?
The words of the doctor of Rende Tang frightened everyone and they hurriedly retreated.
Mo Rongyi hurriedly walked over and said to Ye Zhen, "Yao Yao, this man has typhoid. You … you should stay away from him."
"It's not typhoid." Ye Zhen said with a frown. If it was typhoid, he would have died long ago. It was impossible for him to live until now. Moreover, listening to his wife's story, it was different from typhoid.
When the doctor of Tongde Tang heard this, he looked at Ye Zhen. Ye Zhen was wearing the clothes of a servant, so in the eyes of others, she was not a doctor, but more like a medicine boy. Therefore, when she said that the man's illness was not typhoid, no one believed her at all. The doctor of Tongde Tang sneered sarcastically.
"Help me pour a bowl of water." Ye Zhen said to Mo Rongyi.
Mo Rongyi knew Ye Zhen's medical skills better than others. Since she said it was not typhoid, it must not be. He immediately turned to find water.
"Young man, that person is already dead. What else do you want to do? Hurry up and take him away. Don't spread the typhoid to others," someone shouted at Ye Rou.
Ye Zhen stood up slowly and looked up at the doctor of Tongde Tang.
"Have you diagnosed him? Have you inquired about his condition? Which of the four did you do? How can you say that he has typhoid based on the superficial symptoms? You drove him out because he didn't have enough money. You are so indifferent and ruthless, disregarding the patient's life and death. I think your Rende Tang is just like this. You should take down the words' great doctor's ethics' as soon as possible. Don't make a fool of yourself here." Ye Zhen's voice was neither high nor low, but it was enough for everyone to hear clearly.
"What did you say?" The doctor asked with a livid face. "How many difficult and complicated diseases have I treated? Can't I even see typhoid? This man is incurable. Don't try to mislead people here. Which medical house sent you to make trouble? Are you deliberately trying to discredit our Rende Tang?"
Ye Zhen sneered, "You said he is incurable?"
"Yes." The doctor of Rende Tang squinted at the man. He was motionless. Could he still be saved?
"If I save him today, your Rende Tang will no longer operate." Ye Zhen said faintly.
"Little boy, don't talk too much. Which medical house are you from? You dare to come out and bluff before you learn? Be careful not to implicate your master." The doctor of Rende Tang snorted coldly.
Ye Zhen just glanced at him faintly. Just then, Mo Rongyi came over with a pot of water. "The water is here. What are you going to do?"
"Give him medicine." Ye Zhen whispered, "It's not typhoid, but a serious cold. It's a fever caused by not taking medicine in time. If it weren't for the wrong medicine, he wouldn't have fainted today."
"Why is he taking medicine like this?" Mo Rongyi asked.
Ye Zhen took out a porcelain bottle from her arms. She always carried a bottle of spirit spring water with her. Standing behind Mo Rongyi, she dripped a little spirit spring water into the bowl and asked the woman to help her husband up. She moistened his lips with water first, then took a black pill and stuffed it into the man's mouth, and fed him water little by little.
"What did you feed him?" Mo Rongyi asked curiously.
"Medicine to clear away heat and detoxify." In fact, it was just a little snack she made herself. It was usually used to clear away heat and digest food, but it was not good for his illness. She just didn't want people to pay attention to the spirit spring water she had just added. Feeding the man some medicine, naturally, people would not think of other things.
The doctor of Rende Tang looked back at the shopkeeper. The situation seemed to be getting more and more wrong.
The shopkeeper, who had been hiding, finally came out. "You still haven't left? You must know that typhoid can be big or small. If it becomes an epidemic, you can't atone for your sins even if you die."
"Yes, typhoid is not a trivial matter."
"I said, he is not typhoid," Ye Zhen said lightly. "As long as he can wake up, it proves that his illness is not a big deal at all. It is your Rende Tang who refuses to save him."
"Who the hell are you?" The shopkeeper glared at Ye Zhen and asked. "Whose medicine boy is so nosy like you? How many people die in the capital every day without money? Why don't you take care of it? Why do you come here?"
Indeed, in many places, there were people who died because they could not see a doctor because of money. Ye Zhen did not meet those people, but since she met them today, she could not sit back and do nothing.
"If you can't treat people with kindness, then there is no point in running this clinic." Ye Zhen said lightly.
"Wake up, he woke up!"
Before Ye Zhen's words were finished, someone shouted and the man who was still unconscious slowly opened his eyes.
(Nine-headed Bird Academy)
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