Chapter 178

Episode 178. Do your best when treating patients. (1)

Wow~.

When Sun Quan, suffering from a high fever, vomited up the decoction he ate, Sun Jian and Mrs. Oh became restless and cleaned their organs.

“The fever seems to be higher than yesterday... How can there be no other way?”

“Rep. Jang, if my son goes wrong like

this ... Hehe...”

“What do you do? Our middle mother will die like this!”

“I did everything I could.”

“Since I vomited the decoction, I can’t try feeding it one more time...?”

“I understand how you feel, Mrs. Oh, but... you haven’t vomited all the decoction, so I think you’d better wait a little longer.”

Janggi’s expression as he answered was equally dark.

‘It’s empty tonight.....’

If the fever goes down, he will live, but if the fever continues like this, he will most likely die. Chang-gi knew that, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell the Son-gyeon couple.

When Jang Ki’s expression darkened, Sun Jian could no longer brush it off.

There were many cases in which children as old as Sun Kwon died of jingo horns. It was so unsettling to know that, but not all diseases can be cured with organs, so all I could do was move my feet.

drooling.

Then the door opened and the fireman came in.

“Rep. Hwa. Come on. The child vomited up the decoction... How can there be no other way?”

When the fireman appeared, Janggi welcomed it as if a dead ancestor had returned to life.

“I will take a look.”

After a while, the painter opened Sun Quan’s mouth, lit a lantern, looked inside, measured his pulse, and then took out a bamboo syringe and injected the medicine.

‘I should be able to live with this..... But if this kid doesn’t meet me, he’ll die of pneumonia. Then who will build the country?’

The painter tilted his head with an incomprehensible expression while thinking about the future.

As the painter put the bamboo syringes in his bosom, Sun Jian and Mrs. Oh approached and asked.

“What was that?”

“It’s a medicine that lowers fever and treats inflammation, but it was injected directly into the bloodstream because eating it makes you vomit.”

“Is it possible to inject the medicine directly into the bloodstream?”

“It’s my own slander.”

“Is that so? Then, since I injected the medicine myself..... can our Joongmo live?”

“I can’t say for sure, but if you’re lucky, you might live.”

“I’ll give you even my thousand gold, so please make sure to save the middle hat.”

Sun Jian had more hope for the fireman because he saw the way Zhang Qi treated the fireman.

“Don’t worry too much. It is not a fatal disease.”

The painter even said something he hadn’t intended to say when Sun Jian and Mrs. Oh were so worried.

“yes! Isn’t it a fatal disease? Can we really buy our Joongmo?”

This time, Mrs. Oh asked with trembling eyes.

“Yes, by tomorrow morning, your fever will go down and you won’t even vomit the decoction.”

“Hey, Congressman Hwa said that, but what are you going to do if things don’t go as you say?”

At that time, the organ next to him intervened with a shocked expression.

Son Gyeon is now just a father who wants to save his son, but if his son dies, he is a tiger who does not know who he will pour out his anger on.

The painter sighed briefly as he looked at Jang-gi’s worried expression.

“It will be as I say. After about half an hour, the child’s body will sweat and the fever will start to go down.”

All three were dubious about the fireman’s words, but after a while, beads of sweat formed on Sun Quan’s forehead and the bridge of his nose, and his fever began to fall.

“and! You were paying for my treatment by the way.”

Sun Quan’s eyes flashed with admiration.

“When I had some time left to ask the servant who did the chores, he said that until now, Dr. Hwa had been treating the rich for a lot of money and the poor for free.”

“You are such a wonderful person.”

Sun Quan was always in awe. Although he is 6 years old, thanks to his parents, he opened his eyes to learning early and was smarter than his peers.

In Sun Quan’s mind, a man named Hwabu was automatically imprinted as a righteous man to be followed.

* * *

Most of the patients who needed surgery were treated by the fireman or his disciples, but those who could be treated with decoctions were treated by the long-term organs or his disciples.

The painter deliberately set aside time today to visit Janggi and see how he treats patients.

The long-term was placing acupuncture on the points of blood that could activate the kidneys after diagnosing a middle-aged woman with a chubby face and body.

“Does your face or limbs swell a lot even when you wake up after sleeping normally?”

To the question of the organ, the woman who was lying on her stomach and was being spit on gave an answer with a long sigh.

“yes. Others say that I gained weight because I ate a lot without my husband’s knowledge. Even if you think about it, how can there be anything to eat in this poor village without your husband knowing?”

Janggi nodded at the woman’s complaint.

“These are the things people say because they don’t know about your wife’s illness. Your wife’s swelling is because her kidneys are not good.”

“A kidney? Then what should I do?”

“If you catch and grill snails every day, your kidneys will improve. At least five or more 2-month packets per day. Then the swelling symptoms like now will disappear.”

The woman’s eyes widened after hearing the janggi’s words.

“Does the swelling go away even if you don’t take other expensive medicines and eat just roasted snails like that?”

“yes.”

“All right. I will definitely do that.”

When the organs pulled out all the needles, the woman bowed and left the hospital.

The painter looked quite surprised as he looked at Janggi’s acupuncture and prescriptions.

In fact, if you have poor kidneys, you can prescribe medicines such as sukjihwang, goji berry, and antler, but this place is a slum. Therefore, it is necessary to prescribe drugs that are easily available and do not cost money.

‘Certainly, the drug prescription is much better than mine.’

The idea of using snails as medicine was something that even a fireman hadn’t thought of.

The cooker has knowledge of the future and knows that escargot, a French dish of snails, improves the kidneys.

Even though I knew that, I didn’t think of it because I had less clinical experience with drugs than with organs, and the transition of ideas was not smooth.

If it had been him, he would have prescribed medicines such as goji berry or antler because he had the money he had earned.

The fireman looked at the janggi with respectful eyes.

He himself was using future knowledge that was close to foul play, but he was giving such a prescription purely through his own efforts and research.

* * *

Ha ha.

One of Geon-seok’s new habits lately was to sigh frequently.

After being treated by the hwabu, Yeongje kept away from women for a while, but that didn’t mean he completely distanced himself, so he let one woman into his bedroom every few days.

Jo Deung placed Geon-seok in charge of examining and educating women entering the emperor’s bedchamber.

Geon-seok tried to brainwash the emperor by mixing the moncho that Jangyang used to use with perfume and applying it to the body of women entering the emperor’s bedroom.

In this era, women wearing the emperor’s grace must come out of the emperor’s bedchamber once they wear it. It was a preventative measure made because if the emperor gave eunuch more than twice in a row, his energy would weaken.

Of course, such rules could be overridden if the emperor specifically wished, but in most cases they were followed.

Geon-seok brainwashed the emperor, who was intoxicated with medicine, after the woman in silver had left and the emperor was intoxicated with the energy of moncho.

Thanks to that brainwashing, the emperor placed infinite trust not only in Jo Deung but also in Geon-Seok.

However, the problem was that no matter how hard Geon-seok tried to brainwash him, he did not develop antipathy toward the fire department and antipathy towards Jo-deung.

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