The rural areas were still pretty lacking in terms of modernisation and there were no specific medicines. For fever, metamizole was used and for stomach aches, oxytetracycline was used to treat inflammation.
The doctors here didn’t even have ibuprofen.
Han Qingsong was still worried, so he ended up calling the doctor over.
The doctor first asked Lin Lan what was going on before he learned the details of her rescue and discussed the key points of artificial respiration. He praised Lin Lan for doing better than him.
In the end, he said the same thing as Lin Lan, “It’s okay, just make a bowl of thick ginger soup and drink it. Life and death depends on destiny and your wealth depends on the Gods…”
“Alright, you can leave now,” Han Qingsong sent the doctor out.
The doctor in the village had very mediocre medical skills as his advantage over most of them was merely the fact that he was literate. He went to the county hospital for training, but coming back, all he dealt with were headaches and fevers.
Being a doctor required a good temper and the village recommended him because he was neither impatient nor angry.
But he truly wasn’t in a hurry at all. He did everything slowly and looked like he was used to seeing life and death, which actually made some patients’ family members anxious and angry.
When Han Qingsong returned, he lit a fire to make some hot water, dried the clothes and boiled some ginger soup. When the water was hot, he brought it over and soaked a hand towel to wipe Lin Lan’s back.
Lin Lan was treated very comfortably, especially because his large hands were as hot as an iron that was at a constant temperature. Except for the roughness on his palms and fingertips, there was no other problem.
After wiping her down, Han Qingsong brought the ginger soup over and watched her drink it.
Lin Lan took a sip and exclaimed, “It’s so spicy!”
Han Qingsong went to get three rock sugar candies and put one in her mouth.
Lin Lan started eating it and said with a smile, “I’ll drink it after it cools down a bit, it’s too hot.”
“Drinking ginger soup while it’s hot is useful, but there’s no point if it’s cold,” Han Qingsong gave the bowl a blow and took a sip himself to show that it wasn’t hot.
Lin Lan looked at his lips, which were probably burned from the heat of the soup. She began to educate him, “You probably didn’t know but you can’t eat food that is too hot. It will cause esophageal cancer.”
Han Qingsong, “…esophageal cancer?”
Lin Lan smiled and said, “It’s just a type of sickness, something that the doctor in the hospital said.”
Han Qingsong’s eyes were deep, “Dr. Yang said that?”
“No, that’s what Dr. Liu said,” Lin Lan laughed, “Do you think I only know Dr. Yang Pangpang? There’s still Dr. Zhuang and Dr. Liu alright?”
Even after saying a few words, the ginger soup was not cold, so Lin Lan didn’t like drinking it.
Han Qingsong glanced at her before he took a sip himself. He then stretched out his big hand to clasp her chin and fed her with lips to lips. It was so domineering that Lin Lan didn’t have time to hide.
Lin Lan, “…” Don’t act childishly!
“…I’ll drink it myself.”
Han Qingsong then let her go and gave her the bowl. Lin Lan no longer said it was hot or spicy as she drank it in one go before taking another rock sugar candy to eat.