PFC Chapter 239 Qin Jiuwei actually understands pharmacology!
Chapter 239 Qin Jiuwei actually understands pharmacology!
As he watched, Xie Yanli suddenly realized something.
His gaze fixed on Qin Jiuwei, and he asked in confusion, "Madam, why did you come so suddenly?"
Qin Jiu turned her eyes to meet his gaze, her voice gentle, "I was really worried about you, so I came to check on you."
Xie Yanli frowned. "But it's too dangerous here. I'll send someone to take you back later."
Nothing is more important than Qin Jiuwei's life.
Qin Jiuwei shook her head, her voice gentle yet firm.
"My husband, please let me stay. I want to help you in some ways."
In her previous life, she also had a considerable understanding of this epidemic.
She would only feel at ease if she told Meng Qihuang about medication and prevention in person.
That's why she insisted on coming.
Xie Yanli looked into her watery eyes, his brows twitched, but he didn't say anything to stop her.
after all……
His wife might really be a goddess.
Meng Qihuang's eyes flashed with surprise upon hearing Qin Jiuwei's words.
I never expected that this Crown Prince's wife would be so thoughtful and courageous...
The three of them walked out of the tent together.
This was Qin Jiuwei's first time setting foot in the disaster area, and the scene she saw was completely different from what she had expected.
She had assumed the disaster area would be chaotic and filled with noisy cries.
But unexpectedly, under Xie Yanli's proper arrangements, the disaster relief area could be so well-organized.
Rows of simple tents stood neatly erected, and a fire was lit in the center, its flickering flames radiating warmth.
The Imperial Guards maintained order on the perimeter and regularly distributed rice porridge, steamed buns, and water.
Although the environment was simple, it provided shelter for most people.
The three of them walked towards the outermost side.
Soon they arrived at the large tent where the patients were to be housed.
The tent was stuffy, and many patients lay on straw mats with damp cloths on their foreheads, while the medical officers busied themselves around them.
Upon seeing Xie Yanli enter, they immediately bowed and greeted him.
"My Lord."
Xie Yanli waved his hand, indicating that there was no need for such formalities.
Meng Qihuang stepped forward, squatted down, and began to carefully examine the patient's pulse.
With a furrowed brow, he took the patient's pulse, then took out a small knife he always carried and cut open the patient's elbow joint.
The next instant, thick, dark red blood seeped from the elbow joint.
Meng Qihuang immediately showed a knowing look.
He turned to look at the two puzzled people and explained, "This disease is caused by poison gas entering the body. The poison gas gradually erodes the bones, causing the blood to clot abnormally, which is why black blood flows out of the nose, eventually leading to bone necrosis."
The more the people in the room listened, the more solemn their expressions became.
Meng Qihuang sighed, "In all my years of practicing medicine, I've only seen this once. Whether it can be cured or not, we can only try and see..."
The candles inside the tent were burning brightly.
The air was filled with the bitter smell of medicinal soup, carrying a sense of oppressive heaviness.
Meng Qihuang held a small handful of Qingfeng vine in his hand, his brows furrowed, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the medicinal herbs and the prescription.
His right hand stroked the dragon bone and the broken tail placed to the side, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.
Qin Jiuwei, standing to the side, noticed his hesitation and asked softly, "Doctor Meng, is there something wrong?"
Meng Qihuang sighed, his voice slightly weary.
“This illness is more complicated than I imagined. Although dragon bone has a calming and soothing effect, an excessive dose can easily cause stagnation of qi. While the blood-activating and stasis-removing properties of Qingfeng vine are strong, they can lead to insufficient blood and qi in the patient. I'm considering how to balance the strength of the medicines, and I'm somewhat undecided…”
Qin Jiuwei listened quietly from the side, her gaze fixed on the herbs, her mind racing as she recalled their contents.
She had seen the prescription in her previous life.
But her memory wasn't good enough to remember everything at a glance.
However, I can still recall some things.
She bit her lip, her gaze sweeping back and forth between the purslane and the dragon bone.
It seems that neither of these two medicinal herbs is available...
Suddenly, she caught sight of a herb not far away.
His eyes suddenly lit up.
She remembered! It was snow lotus!
“Dr. Meng,” she immediately said, “if we add some snow lotus grass, could it neutralize the dryness and heat, and at the same time reduce the accumulation of toxins in the patient’s body?”
Meng Qihuang was taken aback upon hearing this, then his eyes suddenly lit up.
"I never expected that Madam was so knowledgeable in pharmacology! Using snow lotus grass is indeed a wonderful method!"
Meng Qihuang thought about it and found it increasingly true, and he couldn't help but feel a little excited. "This disease is chronic and difficult to balance with medicine. Snow lotus grass can just neutralize its harsh nature. I truly admire you, Madam."
Qin Jiuwei felt relieved when she realized that she hadn't said anything wrong and had really helped.
Meng Qihuang began to re-prepare the herbs, and Qin Jiuwei stepped forward and picked up the snow lotus grass on the table to chop it.
"Dr. Meng, let me help you."
Before she finished speaking, she had already handed over the prepared medicinal herbs.
Meng Qihuang took the medicinal herbs, glanced at them, and smiled with satisfaction: "Madam's actions are indeed clean and efficient. Thank you very much, Madam."
As he spoke, he stepped aside to make room for Qin Jiuwei, who then stepped forward to help him adjust the dosage of the herbs.
The two worked together, one picking out herbs and the other distributing them, their movements as smooth and coordinated as flowing water.
Xie Yanli stood not far away, his gaze towards Qin Jiuwei growing increasingly complex.
After spending so much time together, he only found out now.
Qin Jiuwei actually understands pharmacology!
Moreover, her handling of the medicinal herbs was skillful and precise, clearly not just a casual gesture.
The candlelight illuminated Qin Jiuwei's earnest face, making her features appear even more delicate.
She carefully selected the medicinal herbs while discussing their properties with Meng Qihuang, her voice soft and earnest.
Xie Yanli's gaze involuntarily lingered on her, and he couldn't help but feel a strange stirring in his heart.
He had never seen Qin Jiuwei like this before.
She is usually calm and composed, and treats people with politeness, but at this moment, her eyes are full of focus and tension.
This expression made her look even more vivid.
Xie Yanli's heart skipped a beat, and the corners of his mouth curved up almost imperceptibly.
Just then, hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the tent.
A servant hurried in.
"Your Highness, the Emperor has decreed that you must come to the palace immediately."
Upon hearing this, Xie Yanli's gaze darkened slightly.
Qin Jiuwei looked up at him and, seeing the worry in his eyes, nodded gently.
"Don't worry, my husband. Doctor Meng and I are here. Nothing will happen."
Xie Yanli nodded, whispered a few instructions, and then quickly walked out of the tent.
The cold wind outside the tent hit his face. He quickly mounted his horse and headed straight for the palace gate.
The Imperial Palace, Hanzhang Hall.
"Sister, look, isn't this gold hairpin beautiful?" Consort Xian asked slowly.
On the sandalwood tray lay an exquisitely carved gold hairpin, adorned with kingfisher feathers, exuding unparalleled luxury.
Next to the gold hairpin was a carved wooden comb.
Upon seeing the gold hairpin, Qin Le'an's eyes immediately lit up.
The wooden tray had already been placed in front of her. Qin Le'an thought it was a reward from the Consort Xian, so she reached out to touch it.
Just as her fingertips were about to touch the golden hairpin, Consort Xian suddenly chuckled softly.
"Sister, be careful, this hairpin... is poisonous."
poisonous? !
Qin Le'an was startled and quickly pulled his hand back.
Her movements were hasty, and the sandalwood tray wobbled slightly, almost causing the gold hairpin to fall to the ground.