On the bed in the wing room, there was a child who looked only one or two years old, with a face as golden paper, breathing faintly. A young woman beside the bed lowered her head and shed tears, and there were several servants waiting beside her, comforting her quietly.

A man in a long gown sat by the window, holding a pen and writing. He frowned and paused when he wrote a few words. There seemed to be a layer of thin sweat on his forehead, which looked shiny.

It was not as good as I imagined that I was crying. Wei Zhao stepped into the room, and a warm air rushed towards me, as if it was burning the fragrance, but he didn't like the smell.

He wrinkled his nose and headed towards the bed.

When the people in the room saw him coming in, they turned to look at him. The lady beside the bed stood up and walked towards him quickly. She reached out and seemed to want to pull him, but then stopped and took her back. Her eyes were full of prayer and her voice trembled: "Doctor, you are the doctor, the miracle doctor that Dr. Wu said, right? You can save the dead and cure tuberculosis, then you can also save my son, right?"

She looked at Wei Zhao with hope, waiting for his answer.

Wei Zhao was very moved, but did not lose his mind and guarantee that he would be fine. Instead, he spoke: "Madam, I am a doctor. I will try my best to treat the young master, but the specific situation will be discussed after I have seen the young master."

"Yes, yes, come and see Wei'er. His stomach hurts and he falls asleep in pain. Look at him!" She urged Wei Zhao with a stack of sounds and made way for Wei Zhao to walk into the bed.

Wei Zhao took the medicine box from Li Wan'er and walked a few steps to the bedside. The maids in the room followed him and surrounded the bedside.

"Go a little bit aside. If so many people surround you, the air will be bad." Wei Zhao turned around and let everyone disperse, then he took out the stethoscope from the medicine box and let it be put on his neck.

He touched the child's forehead first, and it was hot, then turned to Li Wan'er and said, "Test blood pressure and body temperature."

Li Wan'er responded quickly, stepped forward and sat by the bed, opened the medicine box, took out the thermometer and blood pressure meter, then pulled open the quilt covered by the child, untied her clothes, and placed the thermometer under his left armpit, then tied the blood pressure meter to the child's right arm.

The little child, with only the size of a candle on his arm, was lying there silently at this moment.

Li Wan'er felt very sad. While struggling to tie the blood pressure monitor to his arm, she looked at Wei Zhao, hoping that he could have a way to cure the child and let him survive.

Wei Zhao was listening carefully to the child's heart, lungs, belly, and moving little by little.

On the way, he had heard that the child had been sick for seven or eight days. He started with abdominal pain. The child could not speak, but just cried with his stomach, but after a while, it was fine again.

Prefect Liang invited the doctor to see him. The doctor thought it was abdominal pain caused by stool stagnation, so he prescribed drugs to moisten the intestines and laxative.

But it was not effective. Two days later, the child's abdominal pain worsened, and the pain gap became shorter and his appetite decreased.

The Liang family was panicked and invited all the famous doctors in the city to treat them, but they were not cured.

So the prefect Liang issued a medical order.

After two days of the medical search order, many famous doctors nearby came to recommend themselves, but the conclusions they came to differentiate. Several of them believed that they were carbuncles and used medicine according to the prescription for carbuncles, but they did not improve.

Not only did it not improve, but the condition became worse. The child began to bloat and vomit, the pain became worse, he was depressed, and even fell asleep.

The doctors were helpless and claimed to be incompetent and left. When the other doctors heard about their illness, they even claimed that they could not treat them and stopped coming to their homes.

This morning, when I received a letter of recommendation from Dr. Wu, I felt that the despair of Master Liang immediately ordered his confidant to invite someone. Perhaps this was the last hope.

Wei Zhao moved the stethoscope to a certain place in the child's abdominal cavity and suddenly paused. It was here, and there was a sound of fluid accumulation here, and there was a sound of water moving gently.

This is the intestines, and there is generally no sound of water, so it must be a effusion.

If there is effusion, it means that the crux of this is the key.

Wei Zhao had a vague guess in his heart.

"How many days ago did the young master say that the abdominal pain was initially?" He asked while putting away the stethoscope.

The prefect's wife was behind him. She had watched him take out something strange and press it on the child. The young woman was fiddling with her son and tied the child's arms. She was still very shocked and wanted to come forward to stop them. It was because the prefect Liang, who came in, who grabbed her and made her not speak out.

As a fourth-rank prefect, Liang's prefect has far more knowledge and demeanor than his wife. His principle is to use people without doubt and doubt people without doubt. Since he has chosen to let Wei Zhao treat Wei'er, he will not interfere with the method of treatment he chooses to treat.

Seeing Wei Zhao ask a question, the prefect's wife quickly said, "It was six days ago."

"It's been six days?" Wei Zhao frowned and continued, "Then, what are the abnormalities that day, such as what the patient ate, what he played, where he went, and what he still had an impression?"

The magistrate's wife looked back at the maids: "You said it!"

As the mistress of the family, she has to be busy with many things, so she rarely takes care of her children in person. She is not very clear about what she ate and what she did that day.

Although she didn't know what Wei Zhao asked about these things for medical treatment, she still actively cooperated.

A young woman dressed up in a woman said, "The young master ate the same food as usual that day, and there was nothing special. If you want to play, you went to the wife's room in the morning. Later, the young master wanted to go to the front to see the master's case, so I took him to see it. Then the young master had a stomachache, so I took him back."

After hearing this, Wei Zhao asked some other questions. It seemed that they had nothing to do with the condition, but the master didn't say anything, so the servants naturally knew everything and said everything.

Li Wan'er also made a measurement, and she told Wei Zhao the obtained body temperature and blood pressure data.

Wei Zhao nodded and said that he knew, and turned to the governor Liang and said, "Master, I have to do some more inspections. Please ask the governor to let everyone go out, and then guard the doors and windows, and don't let someone come in."

"Why is this?" asked the prefect Liang.

"Because this inspection is a top secret skill of our master, but it is crucial and must be done." Wei Zhao said solemnly.

Prefect Liang waved his hand and asked his servants to retreat, then said, "I can use my official career as a guarantee and will never reveal your secret skills in the sect. You can start!"

Wei Zhao shook his head: "No, sir, I misunderstood. No one must be left in this inspection. Even my assistant cannot be present."

"I have never heard of such a method of diagnosis." Liang Haomiao couldn't help but have some doubts.

"Hasn't you ever seen a disease like Mr. Ling?" Wei Zhao said.

Prefect Liang was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to refute it.

"Don't worry, sir, I have no grudges with Mr. Ling. I just diagnosed my illness and would not harm him. Mr. Ling's situation is now very critical. If you don't find out the cause, you're afraid of taking the right medicine..." Wei Zhao remembered what he advised Zhu Zini at that time, and comforted the governor Liang in that way.

Prefect Liang hesitated for a moment, finally nodded and took his wife out.

Li Wan'er looked at Wei Zhao and turned around and walked out, but when she turned around, she heard Wei Zhao whisper to her: "Look at the people outside, don't let someone look in."

Li Wan'er nodded, followed the room behind Prefect Liang and guarded the door.

The man wearing a long gown was named Dong Lin. He originally recommended himself to come to the house. He was quite famous among the people, and his medical skills were quite good. He also cured several difficult and complicated diseases. Therefore, this time he heard that the young master from the prefect was sick, so he recommended himself and went to the outpatient clinic. He wanted to take this opportunity to get a good relationship with the prefect, and he would only have more signs to practice medicine in the future.

But now, a young man suddenly appeared. He did not take the pulse or the pulse case when he was in the clinic. He just took some strange things and asked some questions that were not 4 or 6. Now he was a mysterious person in the room, and he didn't know what he was doing.

"Sir, I wonder if this person's background has been found out?" He suddenly bowed and said to Lord Liang.

Liang Haomiao turned to look at him. To be honest, he was a little dissatisfied with the doctor now. When he came to the door, he swore that he was good at difficult and complicated diseases and would definitely cure his son's illness. But it has been two days now, and he has no other conclusion except saying "It should not be a carbuncle."

But it was the person he invited. He also said that even if the doctor was not cured, he would not blame others. So he did not show any dissatisfaction. He just said: "I have already checked it, this person is a painting.

Dr. Wu from Qingshui Town, Xian County recommended that he was skilled in medical skills and had cured a case of tuberculosis."

In fact, Lord Liang didn’t have time to investigate Wei Zhao’s background. His understanding of Wei Zhao was just because of Dr. Wu’s letter. Dr. Wu had saved him once, and he believed in Dr. Wu’s character.

After hearing this, the man in the long gown pondered: "A case of tuberculosis has been cured. I am afraid that the blind cat hit the dead mouse. I see that he looks sneaky and looks like a witch doctor. Please be careful so as not to delay the young master's condition."

Lord Liang was also in a hurry to seek medical treatment. As long as he could cure his son, he believed that he could even become a witch doctor.

So, he said unhappy at the moment: "What do you think?"

Dong Lingong bowed and said, "Sir, why not give the villain another two days. The villain will definitely find the cause and cure the young master!"

Two days? Liang Haomiao thought that Wei'er was now unconscious and had a bloated look like a bulge, so how could he wait for another two days!
Chapter completed!