Entering the inner room, as expected by Jiang Zuiyao, four-year-old Shao Heng still had a breath left. His face was ashen and he was panting with difficulty. He could no longer breathe through his nose. His mouth was wide open, and he tried his best to breathe, but his lungs He couldn't breathe due to the medicine, and he made a "hissing" sound. He had reached the point of hypoxia. It was heart-wrenching to see him like that.

Jiang Zuiyao hurriedly lifted Shao Heng from lying on his back to lying on his side, and then patted his back from bottom to top, but the effect was not significant.

Mrs. Feng, who was standing aside, saw that her child was dying. Her sad tears couldn't stop flowing down her face, and she asked with a choked voice: "Madam, can my child be saved?"

Jiang Zuiyao no longer cared about talking to Feng at this moment. She looked around anxiously, as if she was looking for something, and finally her eyes fell on the feather fan that had been idle all winter. She quickly stood up and picked up the feather fan.

Others were a little confused, thinking about what Jiang Zuiyao was doing with the feather fan in this cold weather?

But now there is no one to stop them. Jiang Zuiyao is Shao Heng's last life-saving straw. Seeing that Shao Heng is about to return to the west, even if they don't have much hope for Jiang Zuiyao, they can still be a dead horse.

Jiang Zuiyao pulled off the feathers of the feather fan and put the feathers into Shao Heng's mouth, stimulating his throat.

Under the stimulation of the feathers, Shao Heng began to feel reflexive nausea and vomiting.

"Ugh...", with a heart-wrenching sound of nausea, Shao Heng vomited out the yellow-brown medicinal soup. Jiang Zuiyao patted Shao Heng's back, knowing that he still had residual consciousness, and said softly: "Be good. , don’t swallow it, spit it out, just spit it out and it will be fine.”

Shao Heng was very obedient and vomited out all the soup that came out without swallowing a bite.

After he had vomited completely, Shao Heng finally calmed down. He changed from the difficult lack of oxygen to breathing steadily, but he was still half-conscious and half-conscious.

Linghui looked at him in a daze for a while. She never expected that Jiang Zuiyao would actually treat people. She had been with Jiang Zuiyao for a full year. How could she not know?

Mrs. Feng saw that her child was getting better, and her expression softened a lot, but she was still worried: "Madam, can my child be saved?"

This was Feng's second question. Only now did Jiang Zuiyao have time to reply: "Do you trust me?"

Now that things have happened, how can Feng not believe it? She nodded: "I believe it, I believe you. I was just confused. If I listened to you, Heng'er couldn't..."

After saying this, Feng felt extremely sad and blamed herself. Tears immediately fell down and she was choked and unable to speak.

Jiang Zuiyao said: "The child can survive for a while even after vomiting out the medicine. What about the doctor? Didn't he say that he has been relying on his decoction to survive? I want to see the prescription."

When the doctor was mentioned, Rushuang on the side said angrily: "When the quack doctor saw that the young master had choked on the medicine, he was immediately at a loss. He told the second young lady to prepare for the funeral, and he ran away."

The Shao family was a well-known and powerful family in Kyoto, so the doctor probably ran away because he was afraid of causing trouble.

Jiang Zuiyao asked eagerly: "Is the prescription still there?"

"On weekdays, slaves go to get medicine. I have a prescription, please wait." Rushuang replied, then turned around and went out to find the prescription. The address was changed from "you" at the beginning to "respected". "you".

Rushuang was very fast. When Jiang Zuiyao saw the medicinal materials on the prescription, she knew what kind of disease Shao Heng had. It turned out to be congenital pneumonia.

Feng asked worriedly: "Does the medicine prescribed by the doctor work?"

Jiang Zuiyao said helplessly: "The medicine prescribed is correct, but the medicine is too strong. A four-year-old child cannot bear it."

Jiang Zuiyao now understood why the doctor said it was because of his medicine. The medicines on the medicine list included Amber Powder, Kirin Vine, Tianshan White Lotus, and Winter Lemon Grass. Not only were these medicines hard to find and expensive, but they were all very effective.

It's violent.

Shao Heng was originally very ill, but after taking such a powerful medicine, he did appear to have improved on the surface, but it only treated the symptoms but not the root cause. The body of a four-year-old child could not withstand such powerful medicine. This was accelerating Shao Heng's illness.

die.

This doctor really wants to make money...

Now is not the time to talk about this. Jiang Zuiyao glanced at the medicine box. She knew that her next move would definitely scare these ancient people, so she said: "You all should go out."

Feng was stunned: "Can you save my child?"

Jiang Zuiyao's eyebrows turned cold and she asked, "Didn't you say you believe me?"

It's not that Ms. Feng didn't believe it, but she had never heard that Jiang Zuiyao had medical skills. She was a little worried when she left her eyes and completely handed over her child to Jiang Zuiyao.

So, Mrs. Feng said: "How about I stay here and help you if you are missing something."

Jiang Zuiyao picked up the medicine box and opened it. There were bottles and jars that no one present had seen before. Linghui was even more surprised. She had seen everything in Jiang Zuiyao's house, but she had never seen this medicine box. This was

what?

"I have brought everything to treat the child. If you don't need anything, go out." Jiang Zuiyao replied, but Feng was still worried: "Madam, please don't worry about it. Heng'er is almost here."

I’ve seen all the famous doctors in Kyoto, but I haven’t seen any improvement after so many years of treatment. Are you really good at it?”

To be honest, it's no wonder that Feng Ming would say this. Shao Heng is now unconscious, looking at the person who is about to die, and he almost choked on the medicine and passed away. How can Feng Ming not be worried.

Jiang Zuiyao was completely annoyed by Feng's nagging, and replied coldly: "How about you come to treat me, and I'll leave."

"Don't! Don't!", Ms. Feng refused in panic. Just now, Jiang Zuiyao left the child and something happened. She was thinking that Jiang Zuiyao, as the legitimate daughter-in-law of the Shao family, would not dare to save the only grandson of the Shao family if she was unsure.

, then said: "I'm going out, I'm going out right now."

Everyone in the room was gone in an instant. Jiang Zuiyao took out the syringe from the medicine box, smashed two cans of medicine, sucked the syringe, and injected it into Shao Heng's body.

After a while, Shao Heng woke up, saw Jiang Zuiyao for the first time, and weakly called out: "Auntie."

Jiang Zuiyao smiled warmly and asked softly: "Where do you feel uncomfortable? Tell aunt."

Shao Heng raised his arms feebly, pointed at his chest and said, "It hurts here, it hurts like a hot fire."

Jiang Zuiyao knew that the child needed anti-inflammation, but the pneumonia that had not healed for many years could not be cured by a few boxes of medicine or a few injections. The child needed long-term treatment, that is, intravenous drip.

In this case, she has to go to the laboratory. She does not have intravenous equipment in the medicine cabinet, and she has to prescribe the right medicine.

Jiang Zuiyao asked gently: "Would you like to go to the east courtyard with your aunt?"

Shao Heng replied weakly: "I have been weak since I was a child, and my mother wouldn't let me leave the North Hospital."

"Auntie took you to the East Hospital to treat your illness. Once you are cured, you can go wherever you want."

"Can I go out and fly a kite?"

"Of course."
Chapter completed!