Today, Gu Jiao is making a house call at a three-compound mansion in the eastern part of the city. The master of the house is a scholar who teaches at a nearby academy. His wife hails from a decent family, so their household is fairly comfortable.
The patient this time is their eldest son, who turned twenty this year. He had just passed the imperial examinations and became a graduating student. The family was overjoyed, but unfortunately, he contracted a severe disease a few days ago.
They took him to a nearby medical hall, but were turned away at the door. They were told he had smallpox and advised to treat him at home.
The medical hall did provide medicine, but after a few days of administration, there was no sign of improvement. They heard from a student at the academy that the physicians at Miao Shou Tang were skilled, so they desperately sought their help.
However, to their surprise, the physician was a woman.
Both the husband and wife were disappointed.
Gu Jiao had been practicing medicine for a long time and was used to such reactions. There were no female doctors in Zhan Country, and the status of a female physician was low. A few successful treatments were not enough to overturn the established status quo.
Regardless, she never aspired to be a hero anyway.
Gu Jiao entered the room.
Now that she had arrived, the couple had no choice but to let her treat their son.
The young groom seemed to be in poor spirits, lying in the bedchamber in a state of panic and irritability. His symptoms of fever, headaches, and rash did indeed resemble smallpox.
However, a careful examination by Gu Jiao revealed it was not so.
"It’s an allergic rash," she said.
This case was indeed severe. The young man was lucky to have held on until today. Many severe allergic reactions could lead to shock or asphyxia. His survival was a testament to his good fortune.
Gu Jiao took out a few tablets of chlorpheniramine from her first aid kit, put them in a porcelain bottle, and handed it to the couple. "Take one tablet a day with warm water. Come to the medical hall for a follow-up check-up after you finish these."
"Is... is that all?" the wife asked, looking at the small medicine bottle in her hand in disbelief. "But they said he had smallpox."
Gu Jiao said, "He has a mild cold as well as the allergic rash. At first glance, it indeed looks like smallpox, but it isn’t. Please, don’t worry. However, an allergic rash is also not a trivial matter and could be fatal if severe. He is lucky this time, but you must be careful in the future. What did he come into contact with before this happened?"
"He..." The wife pondered for a moment before replying, "He ate a peach earlier that day. In the afternoon, he started to feel uncomfortable all over. I didn’t think much of it at first, assuming the peach fuzz had stuck to his skin. I asked him to take a bath and he seemed a bit better. But the next day, his condition worsened."
Since Gu Jiao had no allergy test strips at the moment, the only thing she could do was to ask the patient to stay away from peaches: "Do not let him come into contact with peaches anymore." fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
"Ah, alright, alright," the wife replied.
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