Practicing Medicine in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 73 The Gloves

"Oh?" Yi Que raised his eyebrows, unconsciously rubbing the prescription in his hand with his knuckles, as if he was weighing whether this thousand-dollar secret recipe was worth his answer to Wu Yi's question.

"Senior brother Yi once said that the first case of passing a corpse was found in Chunsiyue." Wu Yi also changed his words with him in a good manner, shortening the distance between the two, "but as far as I know, passing a corpse is not Once infected, it will become ill, so it must be before the time when it is invaded by pathogenic factors."

Li Jing's question yesterday not only hurt Yi Que's heart, but also woke up Wu Yi's head, making him keenly discover the crux of the problem.

The incubation period of pulmonary tuberculosis varies from one to two months to several years, but rarely occurs within one month.In Zhang Qiren's case, ten death row inmates were infected with dead bodies, and the first of them fell ill within exactly one month.

That is to say, the first soldier infected with the corpse was not infected in spring and April, but before March.

If I remember correctly, in February, Liu Rengui achieved a great victory in Qichongcheng, north of Maixiao City, which was considered to temporarily quell the war between Tang and Silla that had lasted for several years.

But judging from the current situation, Silla did not have any plans to recuperate. Instead, it was like a wolf peeping at night, lurking on the other side of the Chu River-Han border, ready to stretch out its fangs and claws at any time.

What gave Jin Famin the confidence to turn defeat into victory and turn the tide of battle?Is it just because the right time and place gave him a chance to counterattack Tang Jun?

Although Wu Yi is not familiar with the name Jin Famin, a person who can unify the three countries on the Korean peninsula is obviously not a kind person.With such a coincidental timing and opportunity, Wu Yi had to suspect that this was not an accidental incident, but a conspiracy budgeted by the enemy.

Yi Que, who has been in the army for several years, also immediately understood the outer strings of Wu Yi's words.

"You mean, the source of the infection was not among the Tang army at the beginning, but the victory of the Seventh City in February?"

Wu Yi didn't dare to jump to conclusions: "This is just my guess. Where is the No. 1 soldier infected with the uploaded corpse?"

Yi Que pointed to the military tent behind him: "His illness has been suppressed by me with Lily Gold Soup, and he is still recuperating in the sick tent."

While the two were talking, they were already walking towards the military tent where the patient lived. Yi Que handed him a rough linen cloth to cover his mouth and nose.

The first person who contracted the disease was Dong San'er, who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a dry face and as thin as a fried dough stick.The whole person was tucked into the quilt sickly, like the seedlings under the big tree that cannot be nourished by the sun.

"Sanmao'er, are you feeling better today?" Yi Que covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and lowered the other hand to feel his pulse. His slender fingers felt the pulse on the wrist like a bamboo pole for a moment, and shook his head imperceptibly.

Those three cats were really dry and sick cats, only a pair of eyeballs were still shining, like the glittering stones in the river.

"Okay, with a genius doctor like Mr. Yi around, what can I do...cough cough."

Sanmao'er coughed twice in pain at the top of his throat, then raised his hand embarrassingly to wipe the saliva on his cheeks, like a child who did something wrong, carefully looked at Yi Que with his eyelids raised.

Yi Que reassured: "It will get better soon."

Immediately, he said to Wu: "If you have any questions, you can ask him directly, this kid is very clever."

Sanmao scratched her head embarrassingly: "You can't be clever, but you can still speak a few words."

Wu Yi didn't ask first, but bent down, opened his lower eyelids, and saw a few streaks of blood smeared on the pale mucous membrane. The temperature was indeed a scorching low-grade fever.

Without advanced modern examinations, he can only use some experiential physical examination techniques, moderate to severe anemia, low-grade fever and emaciation, so sick to this extent, I am afraid that Baihe Gujin Decoction or Yuehua Pills can no longer save him.

But there was still no trace of worry on his face, and he only smiled slightly at Sanmao'er: "Before you got sick, did you have any special contact with anyone in Silla?"

Sanmao'er nodded: "Because I can speak a few words of Korean, I used to be responsible for delivering food to the prisoners of war in Silla, and occasionally I would say a few words."

Wu Yi and Yi Que looked at each other, and the doubts in each other's hearts gradually surfaced.

"How are those Silla prisoners of war now?" Wu Yi asked again.

It was Yi Que who answered, "They're all dead."

"Dead?" Wu Yi couldn't help being terrified. According to Li Jinxing's cautious and cautious actions, he would never kill prisoners at will.

unless……

"They all committed suicide by biting their tongues." Yi Que smiled coldly, looking around at the soldiers moaning in pain for a week, his eyes seemed to be bleeding, "General Li also lamented their loyalty, and specially buried them in a coffin."

Buried in the coffin?Wu Yi's heart skipped a beat, as if there was still room for things to turn around.

"This is not a place to talk." Wu Yi raised his chin outside the door, signaling him to go out and discuss.

Only then did Yi Que let go of the hand resting on San Mao's wrist, but San Mao gently pulled it back.

"Sanmao'er, if you have anything to say, I'll come and listen after I'm done." Yi Que knew that this man would not be able to keep him anymore, so he couldn't bear to speak harshly to him again.

"Is there anything to say...cough cough..." Sanmao'er coughed so much that saliva and tears flew out together, and he didn't care to wipe it off, so he stared at Yi Que's stern face with a pair of big eyes, with a pleading look on his face color.

"I still have an old woman in my family, Qinglian in the middle of Sichuan Province. She is alone and helpless. After I leave, she has no one to take care of her..."

"I don't have the time to support your old lady." Yi Que deliberately lowered his tone, "After the battle is over, there will naturally be rewards and gifts, enough for you to take care of her."

Sanmao'er chuckled, his eyes were foggy, like a rainy day.

"I don't care about you! I just want you to write a letter for me, telling her that there are a few silver coins hidden under the bedding, and let her use it... I, you just say that I am still fighting outside."

Wu Yi's heart felt heavy when he heard that, the so-called birth, old age, sickness and death, for people in this era, sickness is something closer to death than old age.

And those of them who are doctors, there are too few things they can do.

Sighing slightly in his heart, he was pulled by a pair of cold hands and staggered out of the tent door.

Wu Yi couldn't help smiling wryly: "You also know that he won't be able to keep him, the last wish, just help if you can."

Yi Que turned his head angrily, and turned his face sideways: "Let's not talk about this now, the most important thing is to investigate the whole story."

Wu Yi didn't bother to remove the seemingly ruthless mask on his face, facing the gentle summer wind, he said in a steady voice, "Open the coffin for an autopsy."

"Open the coffin for an autopsy?"

While Yi Que was in shock, a tall and slender young man hurried over from afar, approached and took a closer look, if it wasn't Li Jing but who was it?

Yi Que couldn't help slandering, you, a small county prince, are resting in the military tent honestly, why come here to join in the fun?

Li Jing directly ignored Yi Que who was showing disdain, and took out a pair of hand-sized brocades from his bosom, and handed them to Wu Yi.

Yi Que couldn't help but glanced curiously. The shape of the brocade case was exactly opposite to the fingers of the person, and it was tightly sewn. It fit Wu Yi's hand, and the size was neither too long nor too short.

"It's called a glove [1]." Seeing that he was dazed, Wu Yi explained casually, "The reason why the dead body is called the dead body is because the dead body is also highly contagious, and we still need to protect it." good."

But when he explained to Li Jing in the morning, he didn't expect that he could do so well. He thought that there was nothing more than something that could be covered by his hands. Looking at the material of the gloves on his hands, it was probably from It was cut from the clothes that Li Jing brought with her.

The materials used are just fine, the most rare thing is that it fits his hand just right, and I don't know how this kid knows the size of his palm.

Thinking of the way Li Jing, a young man with a temper, sewed the needle's eye carefully, Wu Yi couldn't help but put on a half-smile. This job must have worn out his patience, right?

What he didn't know was that last night a young boy who was full of reveries stuck to his body, unable to sleep well at all, he was awakened by a charming spring dream early, and then quietly pulled Wu Yi's pair of hands out of the bed and put them on the wrists of countless people. The passing hand used his own fingers to measure each of his knuckles bit by bit...

Li Jing hid these things in his dreams and in his heart. The person in front of him was his master, his only attachment in Daming Palace, and the most clean and inviolable person in the whole world, how could he be allowed to act like this.

A look between master and apprentice was staggered by Xia Feng, and they missed the unspoken words in each other's hearts.

On the contrary, Yi Que coughed lightly, reminding the master and apprentice to close the room and talk slowly if they have something to say, so as not to delay his business.

Li Jing then took out another pair of big gloves and handed them to Yi Que: "I don't know the size of Mr. Yi's palm, so Mr. Yi will just use it."

He suddenly changed to a humble and polite attitude, but Yi Que was embarrassed to look somber, and forced a smile: "Thank you."

He then asked Wu Yi, "Actually, you had expected Sanmao'er's words a long time ago, so you ordered him to make gloves in advance?"

"As long as you figure out when the three cats got sick, it's not hard to guess where the initial source of infection is." Wu Yi took off the gloves he tried on just now, smoothed his smile, and said seriously, "It's urgent, brother Please ask General Li for instructions."