The whole family of villains criticized her wildly, but the princess treated her with medical treatm

The sound insulation of Lan Xunya Room is very good, and the noisy city noise outside cannot be transmitted here.

"Wheezing is a chronic disease that will last for a long time and cannot be called a terminal illness."

Mu Tingxue asked, "Is your grandson a child or an adult?"

The prognosis of medication treatment for childhood asthma and adult asthma is different.

Mrs. Tang replied: "Yin'er is 11 years old."

Mu Tingxue took a sip of tea: "Then we are still children. The prognosis of wheezing in children is better than that in adults. With long-term and rational use of medication, the mortality rate is only two out of [-], and it is more than [-]%. The symptoms will no longer relapse when you get older. .”

When Mrs. Tang heard this, she was so excited that she didn't know what to do. She couldn't sit or stand, and she didn't know where to put her hands: "Is this...really going to prevent recurrence? Outside What you said is true, Her Royal Highness the Princess is a goddess, the reincarnation of Shennong!"

Shen Nong was not only in charge of the harvest of food, but also in charge of medicine and herbs.

The old lady was extremely sure at this moment that the nursery rhymes sung in the streets and alleys of Yundu were all true!

"You are overrated."

Mu Tingxue was unfazed, "Even if children take long-term medication for wheezing, there is still a 20.00% chance of recurrence. Even if it heals, there may still be varying degrees of inflammation and hyperresponsiveness when they grow up."

Mrs. Tang secretly wiped away her tears: "That's enough!"

What else is there to demand?

It was originally a fatal disease, and even the old imperial doctor in Yundu said that Tang Yin would not survive until the age of 13.

The old lady cared deeply about her eldest grandson. Even if the Tang family could have other grandchildren in the future, they would not be as good as the one she had raised and cared for since she was a child.She couldn't sleep at night when she thought about the possibility of having a white-haired person give a black-haired person. Now her worries were finally solved.

"The so-called inflammation and hyperresponsiveness can also be avoided through prevention and treatment education to avoid various risk factors and consolidate the treatment effect." Mu Tingxue told her in detail the treatment methods of childhood asthma, as well as the prognosis and care.

This chat lasted half an hour.

The distance between the two is also getting closer in this process.

After talking about the child's treatment, the topic unknowingly turned to business. Mu Tingxue learned that the Tang family's huge family business, especially the local sugar business, was basically managed by the old lady alone. .

The son is a second-generation ancestor who has nothing to do. He spent a lot of money to sell his official position and got a job in Zhongshu Provincial Yamen, where he spent all day eating, drinking and having fun.

On the contrary, Tang Yin, the eldest grandson, is extremely intelligent. He can recite the Shangshu by heart at a young age, debate scriptures with eminent monks, and the eminent monks are willing to defeat him. He is also proficient in arithmetic. At the age of 11, he can already help Mrs. Tang settle accounts, and there are no omissions in the calculations. Mr. Fang feels ashamed.

Mrs. Tang naturally preferred her eldest grandson to her useless son. She originally planned to skip her son and pass the family business to Tang Yin.Perhaps in line with the old saying, "Extreme wisdom will inevitably lead to injury." Tang Yin's health was so bad that he had seizures at every turn. He was really a porcelain doll that fell over and broke into pieces when the wind blew.

"If Yin'er can be saved and survives to inherit the Tang family's business, then your highness, you will be the Tang family's biggest benefactor!"

As she spoke, the old lady burst into tears again.

Mu Tingxue handed over the veil.

She knew that in ancient times, the mortality rate of children was very high and the medical and health conditions were poor. Children of emperors, not to mention children of common people, were prone to belching.

Pediatrics is also the most tired, disputed, and most disliked department in the hospital.

Mrs. Tang knew she had lost her composure, wiped her tears, and said apologetically: "Your Highness is a joke."

Mu Tingxue said it didn't matter.

Mrs. Tang added: "Your Highness, what happened today seems very familiar to me. I have seen this method of play 30 years ago."

"Play a game?"

Mu Tingxue raised her eyebrows.

Mrs. Tang said thoughtfully: "40 years ago, also in Yundu, the Tang family once opened a sweet restaurant. Because of its unique cuisine, it was very popular and the business was good. But it only lasted for half a month, and it was very popular. Something went wrong soon. Someone came to the store to eat, got poisoned and vomited on the spot, and even killed someone. The Tang family was sued, and the beet restaurant was closed because of this. The government strictly banned the business. Not long after it closed, an identical one opened across the door. Yan’s Beet House.”

Mu Tingxue almost spit out a mouthful of tea.

The evil committed by the Yan family 40 years ago.

It probably has something to do with Yan Yang’s father and grandfather’s generation.Sure enough, it is the villain gene that is passed down from generation to generation.

"It was from then on that the Tang family understood the importance of having someone in the family serve as an official in the court. Even if it was just a minor official, he could get to know more friends in the officialdom and manage things in various ways." Mrs. Tang sighed quietly.

The Tang family learned a lesson and started buying officials and titles.

The family is not stupid enough to have a grudge against Yan Dang. It is just a sweet shop, so it is just a matter of paying tuition.

Mu Tingxue understood the implication of her words: "Old Madam, do you mean that the patient today pretended to be poisoned and died, but was actually a trick sent by the enemy to cause trouble?"

"Very likely."

Mrs. Tang said based on experience, "The man's asthma was so severe that he was on the verge of death. When my grandson had the attack, his lips turned purple and his face turned gray, as if he had been poisoned. The only difference is that Yin My son was breathing heavily, and that person was ten times worse than Yin'er. He took two breaths and immediately stopped breathing, which makes it easy for people to ignore the true cause of death. Your Royal Highness, there are colleagues who want to deal with you. "

Mu Tingxue murmured: "Maybe he is a political enemy."

In Yundu, she has too many enemies.

Not to mention, just by re-editing the "Fish Scale Atlas" and clearing the land, I don't know how many wealthy families have been offended.

"Didn't you save the man who pretended to be poisoned? When his condition stabilizes, we must give him a good trial."

A girl walked up behind Mrs. Tang and said a few words.

Mrs. Tang immediately stood up and asked to leave: "Your Highness, Yin'er's condition has improved after taking your medicine. I am very concerned about her, so I will go back and have a look. If you have any instructions, you can send someone to Tianlu to find me at any time."

After speaking, he left.

Mu Tingxue did not send it in person.

She went to the private room next door.

The air is filled with a unique medicinal fragrance.

The critically ill patient was lying down in the forward position to rest. When he saw the eldest princess, he immediately struggled to salute: "Common citizen Shen Xiaoming pays homage..."

"Stop kneeling and save your time to avoid irritating the bronchial tubes."

Mu Tingxue didn't like abusing critically ill patients.

The one in front of me is the same as the one who was just rescued from the ICU, and is not yet completely out of danger.

"Thank you, ordinary people, cough -" I got excited and started coughing again. As expected, my lungs were torn and I was in great pain.

Mu Tingxue hurriedly sprayed him with some β2 receptor agonists.

"Who is behind the scenes?"

After the situation stabilized a bit, she went straight to the point.

A look of deep shame flashed across Shen Xiaoming's face, knowing that with his broken body and poor net worth, the only thing he could repay was information.

"It's Mrs. Su. A pariah is a domestic slave of the Su family, the kind who signed a death contract."