Thinking of this, Mo Wen took out the paper silk from his bosom, the paper silk detailed the location of the patient, he had wandered in Yecheng with Lao Wu for several days before going to Wuliang Mountain, and he happened to know that a building written on it happened to be in Beicheng, more than twenty miles away from here.
There are only a few words about the patient's illness on the paper silk: "Double ten, bedridden for 100 days, yellow pus and sores on the body."
This roughly means that the patient is a man in his twenties, who has been bedridden for half a year due to illness and has sores on his body.
This disease is extremely tricky, dirty and filthy, and ordinary doctors are not willing to treat it at all, but Mo Wen didn't think much about it and strode there.
The diseases that Yu Linglong was looking for were naturally extremely intractable and strange diseases, but since she had sent everyone to the doctor, she said that there was a possibility of curing this disease.
At noon, Mo Wen rushed to the north city where the patient was, and found the house according to the map, this is a family specializing in rice grinding, the house is not small, and there is a medical notice posted on the wall outside the door, and the notice has been pasted on several layers, indicating that the owner has been looking for a doctor for some time, and the condition described on the notice is roughly similar to the record on the jade Linglong paper silk, but there is an additional reward later, and the reward is twenty taels of silver.
At this time, it only costs three taels of silver to buy a young woman, and twenty taels can almost buy seven young women, which is definitely not a small amount for a family who is engaged in rice grinding.
After a short period of silence, Mo Wen walked to the door and raised his hand to knock on the door, in fact, if it is according to the etiquette of the Daomen, the Taoist is not allowed to knock on the door, and can only recite the Dao number Immeasurable Tianzun at the door.
After a while, the door was opened from the inside, and it was opened by a young woman, about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, dressed in red-green clothes, with rice flour on her face, and her facial features were quite good.
"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, I have seen good people."
The monk called the laity the benefactor, and the Taoist called the good person.
"Where did the trail come from," the young woman asked, looking Mo up and down.
"The poor road is rough and ambiguous, and when I saw that someone in your house was sick, I came to make a good fate."
Mo asked.
"Come in, please."
The young woman raised her hand sideways and invited Mo Wen into the hospital.
The house is divided into two courtyards, the front yard is the house of the residents, and the back yard is the mill of the rice, at this time there is a sound of ramming in the mill, presumably someone is working in the mill.
"My son lives in the East Chamber, please come with me."
The young woman turned and walked east.
Mo Wen followed and was slightly puzzled, the paper silk and the notice both said that the sick person was a man in his twenties, and this woman was less than thirty, and she actually regarded herself as a mother, presumably a stepmother.
The courtyard was not big, the young woman walked to the east chamber and pushed open the door, and as soon as the door opened, a foul smell suddenly rushed out, the smell was strong, and the throat was pungent and choking.
After the young woman opened the door, she did not enter, but stood by the door with her nose covered, Mo Wen glanced at her, and stepped into the east chamber.
The east wing is divided into two rooms, a bedroom on the north side, a study room on the south side, there are still books on the desk in the study, and the bedroom on the north side has a door curtain, so you can't see the situation inside, the whole room is filled with a pungent rancid smell and a strong medicinal smell, and you can see that the family has been trying to cure the man who suffers from the sore.
Mo Wen did not hesitate after entering the room, he lifted the curtain and entered the north room, before coming here, he already knew that the patient was suffering from sores, so he was not surprised when he saw the young man lying on the bed, the sores on this person were even milder than he imagined, the largest sore was only the size of a fingernail, but the skin had broken and pus in many places, so the smell in the room was so unpleasant.
The young man lying on the bed heard the sound and opened his eyes and glanced at Mo Wen, then sighed and closed his eyes, Mo Wen was too young, not like a doctor who knew medical skills.
The Taoist priest is inevitably looking at the disease and asking questions, and when he sees this person, he can see that this person is not infected with the lungs, but the external poison is invaded internally, and the poison only exists outside the body, and has not yet invaded the five organs.
"I'll check your pulse."
Mo Wen walked to the bed.
"This disease can endanger others, so don't go near it."
The young man hides his hands in the quilt.
Mo Wen shook his head and sighed, just listening to his words, he knew that this person was misdiagnosed by quacks, he was only poisoned, not infected with the plague.
"How long has it been since the illness began," Mo asked, turning to the young woman standing outside the door.
"It's been three months."
The young woman replied.
Mo Wen frowned darkly, three months is too long, and it is difficult to determine the extent of external poison and internal invasion if you don't diagnose the pulse.
"The disease you have received is not a plague, but a foreign poison, have you been to an unclean place before," Mo Wen asked, turning to the young man.
"What is unclean?"
the young man asked in a low voice.
"A place full of rotten wood."
Mo Wen said, the pus flowing from the sore is yellow and green, and this poison should be wood fire.
"He has only worked at home on weekdays, and has never been to the unclean place."
Seeing Mo Wen's calm demeanor, the young man couldn't help but glance at him.
"Where have you been in the three days before the onset of the disease, you may have seen strange poisonous insects," Mo asked again.
The man's sores had a putrid stench, and he had smelled the smell of rotting corpses before, which was different from the smell of this man's body, which indicated that the poison in this person was an animal, and if it was rotten wood, it would not emit this smell.
The young man recalled, and after a moment he said, "I have only been working in the mill for the past few days, and I have not gone out, nor have I seen any poisonous insects. ” After the young man finished speaking, Mo Wen nodded, turned around and went out of the house, closed the door, and raised his hand to the young woman waiting outside, "Take me to the mill for a look." ” The latter hurriedly led the way in front when he heard this, and Mo Wen followed behind, he had only learned the art of disambiguation in the mountains before, and he was not confident in talking on paper, but now he went down the mountain to save people only to find that he had won a lot of those quacks, and this sore, which made the quack doctors bind, was not only not difficult to diagnose, but even not difficult to cure, as long as he found the poison, he could immediately detoxify.
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The mill is a large wooden house, with a grinding disc and a sieve in the center, a ramming trough and a stone hammer on the east side, a small wooden house for storing grain and rice on the west side, and a large amount of firewood and grass stacked on the north side.
"This little Taoist is here to see the disease."
The young woman explained to the old man what Mo had come to do.
"The Taoist chief is merciful, if he can save the child's life, the silver and two sesame oil will never be short, and if you use rice grain, you can also take it yourself."
When the old man heard this, he immediately came over and wailed.
"Rest assured, the poor will do their best."
Mo Wen nodded and then walked into the mill to look around, this huge wooden house has been many years, the first time it was built was logs, and the later rat bites and insects were used to repair the wooden planks, so it was inevitable that there would be gaps, and it was already winter at this time, even if the poisonous insects were all dormant, so he searched for half an hour and found nothing.
"Dig a fire pit and light firewood."
Mo Wen said to the old man.
Although the old man did not know why, he still went out to look for farm tools to dig a pit.
Mo Wen then looked at the young woman again, "Go to the pharmacy and buy back realgar, it will cost two catties." ” The young woman nodded in agreement and turned away.
The old man quickly dug a three-step square fire pit in the middle of the house, and then lit a fire according to the pile of firewood that Mo Wen pointed out.
"What does the Daoist mean by this," the old man asked Mo Wen, who was standing next to the fire pit.
Mo Wen had been traveling overnight before, and it was inevitable that he was tired and sleepy, but at this time he was roasted by the fire, and his sleepiness was even heavier, and he replied with a strong spirit, "Your mill stores grain all year round, and it is inevitable that there will be insects and rats stealing from them, and the insects will attract poisonous snakes.
At this time, it was already winter, and the poisonous snake was dormant, and when the fire heated up, it was smoked out of its hiding place with realgar. ” "But the old man has never seen a poisonous snake in this room."
The old man said.
Mo Wen Wen did not answer, it is reasonable for rat catchers and snakes to appear in the mill, but it is unreasonable if there are no poisonous snakes.
It didn't take long for the young woman to buy the realgar back, and Mo Wen took the packet of realgar and threw it into the fire pit, and in an instant white smoke filled the air, and the garlic stink was pungent.
"This smoke is poisonous, you cough and wheeze when you smoke it, you two are waiting outside."
Mo Wenchong waved his hand at the two.
When they heard this, they hurriedly turned around and went out of the house, the young woman stood outside the door, and the old man walked out of the door to inform the villagers that the smoke was only smoke and not a fire.
Yu Linglong's previous teachings were all outline methods, and after learning medical science, she could identify and identify them, and she was much more clever than those doctors who memorized prescriptions.
Due to the heavy medication, after a while, the rats came out of the shadows and fled out the door, and the frightened young woman screamed and ran away.
After the rats run away, the insects suffer, and these insects do not know how to escape, and they are all smoked.
After another moment, Mo Wen finally waited for the main master, a one-foot-long green red snake swam out of the hut where the grain and rice were stored, due to the cold weather, it did not swim fast, and was beaten to death by Mo Wen and picked out the door.
Green is wood, the snake is fire, fire is red, this poisonous snake is red and green, it should be the main one, but this poisonous snake seems to be too ordinary, just a common species, that man is young and vigorous, how can he be injured by the poisonous gas of such an ordinary poisonous snake.
The old man was worried that the smoke of realgar would burn the rice grain, so he filled in the fire pit after getting Mo Wen's consent.
Snake venom invasion from the outside in, if you want to detoxify you have to go from the inside out, the safflower poisonous snake roasted dry and crushed to lead, the young man then diarrhea does not stop, diarrhea is detoxification, detoxification is the symptom, when the afternoon Shen, the abscess on the young man's body has subsided most of the time and begged for food, want to eat indicates that the toxicity began to dissolve.
Although the old man's family and the villagers praised him with the holy hand of the divine doctor, Mo Wen always felt that the poison was too easy to cure, so he rested here for an hour in a state of anxiety, and when he woke up, he found that the young man's condition had not recurred, so he accepted the gift and left the mill.
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