Calmly Yan asked, "Since that's the case, why don't you find a doctor for him?"

The inn staff hesitated for a moment before saying, "He has no money, so I grabbed him some herbs to reduce fever. It doesn't work, and he doesn't allow others to enter the room."

It takes money to find a doctor to visit, treat, and get medicine. The inn does not have this part of the budget.

"He is the head of Wugui Mansion. Now he has not brought any money to report his work?"

Calm Yan asked in surprise.

"What he said was that his purse was stolen."

"He's the only one?"

Asked calmly.

"He was the only one, and he didn't take the official yamen runners."

This is strange. Wugui Mansion is still far away from the capital. He traveled all the way to Beijing to report his work, so why didn’t he bring his entourage?

Yuan Qingling said: "I'll go and have a look."

"Madam, are you a doctor?"

"Yeah, lead the way!"

Yuan Qing Lingdao.

The inn staff didn’t find it strange. Nowadays, there are many women in Northern Tang who practice medicine. Since the Queen established a medical school, women have gone to study every year.

Yu Wenhao looked back at Rong Yue, and Rong Yue immediately said, "I'll go together."

Yuan Qing fell into the medicine box and walked towards a wing room under the guidance of the inn staff.

The wing room was bolted inside, and the clinic staff knocked on the door, "Mr. Qi, Lord Qi, a doctor is here to see you, please open the door."

There was no movement inside.

A moment later, a cough sounded. After a while, a hoarse voice sounded, "Here!"

Then he got out of bed and walked around, and his steps sounded a little staggering. After the door opened, he saw the official wearing a cotton mask, revealing a pair of red blood-covered eyes. He pulled the door tiredly and weakly. After a little slowing down, he bowed, "Thank you, sir!"

Yuan Qingling glanced at him and said to Rong Yue and the staff: "Don't go in!"

She opened the medicine box and took out the mask and put it on herself, and gave one to both of them, "Put it on!"

In recent years, my grandmother’s Huimin Office has done some popular science in Beitang and ordered clinics across the country to do popular science. Any external wind evil or fever must be worn, and the method of making masks was also promoted by my grandmother.

Although cotton masks cannot completely isolate the virus, they are better than not wearing them.

Yuan Qingling was very pleased to see the mask worn by the official. Grandma's efforts over the years have not been in vain.

When the Huimin Administration paid attention to this matter and promoted it vigorously, even Lao Wu had doubts that he would wear this mask when he felt cold. However, he just said that, and he still fully supported Grandma Yuan's work and even allocated funds to hold lectures.

After Yuan Qingling entered, he first pushed open the window of the room and let the air flow.

The weather was still relatively cold. Lord Qi from Wugui Mansion shivered for a moment and bowed to Yuan Qingling, "Doctor, I'm working hard!"

"You go back and lie down!"

Seeing that he was almost unsteady, Yuan Qingling hurriedly reached out and said, "Can you leave?"

Do you want to help you?"

"No, no!"

Lord Qi waved his hand quickly and staggered to the bed. Although the doctor was a doctor, he was also a woman.

Yuan Qingling said to the clinic staff at the door: "You go and prepare a charcoal furnace for him, it's very cold here."

"good!"

The inn staff turned around and went.

Yuan Qingling sat beside the bed and took out the ear-study from the medicine box. He was thirty-nine degrees and had a high fever.

She pressed her tongue again and said, "You open your mouth and I'll look at your throat."

He coughed, hoarse, and had high fever, which was a respiratory disease.

He hesitated for a moment, took off his mask, revealing a pale and tired face. He was not very old, only about thirty years old, and he was quite handsome.

He slowly opened his mouth, and Yuan Qingling reached into the tongue pressing board and saw that his entire throat was red, swollen, and inflamed, and his throat was edema.

“Difficult breathing, right?”

Yuan Qingling asked.

“Extremely difficult!”
Chapter completed!