Chapter 1189: Yishang is Gravely Ill

It has already been two days; the snow has gradually stopped, but the temperature has not yet risen.

Yishang's condition is now becoming increasingly severe; he is even at the point where he can barely speak, coughing constantly—cough, cough, cough.

Everyone first noticed he was not coming out to eat, which is why they dared to enter Yishang's tent to look; had they not gone in to listen, they would not have heard Yishang coughing incessantly, and Yishang no longer had the strength to call out to anyone, being extremely weak.

The panicked Soldier hurriedly found a doctor to take a look; the moment the doctor squeezed into the tent and saw Yishang, he was terrified.

Yishang's entire state was already extremely poor, and he had wrapped all the animal skins around his body, shivering from time to time.

Coughing and a runny nose did not even seem that serious at this moment.

The doctor wanted to check his pulse, but Yishang felt too cold and was unwilling to stretch his hand out, so the doctor could only look at his tongue coating.

After one look and touching Yishang's forehead, the doctor was panicked to the extreme; although it was said that in Huaxia one had never heard of anyone dying from a cold, Yishang's current situation was so severe.

Moreover, there was not a single bit of medicine here, and he could not even search for medicinal herbs here; the snow had buried everything, and nothing could be seen.

Acupuncture seemed only able to alleviate Yishang's headache slightly, and the doctor's own acupuncture skills were not very good; furthermore, he felt the weather here was too cold, and the tent's ability to keep out the cold and wind was also poor.

If he performed acupuncture and then encountered even a little bit of wind, not only would there be no therapeutic effect, but it might instead cause Yishang's condition to worsen, so he did not dare to treat Yishang casually.

But looking at Yishang's current situation, the person most afraid was the doctor himself; his duty was to follow the troop to provide treatment and cure illnesses, yet now their Great General was ill, and he actually had no way to help at all.

If it were in the past, a shaman could have danced and chanted around a bonfire, at least providing psychological comfort, but he could not even do that.

Yishang was now so weak that he felt he only wanted to sleep; his throat hurt, his lungs hurt, he could barely speak, his head was very dizzy, and his body felt as if he had been beaten by someone; even falling asleep was a difficult task.

The doctor currently had no way at all; he could only think of having Yishang eat a little more; as long as he could eat, he could at least hold on a bit longer, and with sufficient Righteous Qi in his body, there would naturally be hope for recovery.

The snow had stopped, and the sun had come out; the snow was now melting at an extremely fast speed, as it was not yet Winter, and accumulated snow could not last that long.

Whether to continue advancing to the Golden Autumn Gathering had to wait for Yishang's decision, but Yishang had completely lost the ability to make decisions and had even lost the ability to move; whether he could return to Huaxia alive might have to be marked with a question mark.

The doctor did not dare to delay and immediately went to find the two people who could make decisions now: one was Battalion Commander Ju, and the other was Ma; Ma's rank was not as high as Ju's, but he had experience, and he was leading so many people, so he could certainly provide some suggestions.

"Battalion Commander Ju! General Yishang's problem is very serious now; the illness has moved from the surface to the interior and developed into a deep-seated sickness; I am even less able to treat this now, as there is not a single bit of medicine, not even a single stalk of Mugwort."

"If the General wants to recover now, he can only rely on himself; and although we in Huaxia have never had a case of death from a cold, and this cold is the most common and easiest illness to treat..."

"... I cannot guarantee that General Yishang will definitely be able to return to Huaxia alive under these circumstances; his situation now is truly a bit too tense, too dangerous."

"Battalion Commander Ju, what I can do now is to quickly have them boil some porridge, then add some Maltose and put in a bit more salt; this way, if we force it down for General Yishang, he will be able to have a little bit of strength, more or less."

"But the decision still rests with you; if we could go back earlier, even if it were back to the Western Development Group, they have a sufficient quantity of medicinal herbs there to treat General Yishang's illness."

"However, it also depends on whether the General can hold on until that time, or whether you will just wait here, wait for the General to recover on his own, then have him make the decision himself, or wait until the General..."

The doctor did not dare to say that worst outcome, but Ju also knew what he wanted to say; Ju now also felt a sense of crisis, not expecting that this operation would be so challenging before it had even reached the end.

After considering it for a moment, he said: "You first arrange for people to boil porridge for the General; tell them how to boil it best, let them boil it, and after it is boiled, we will take it to the General, and then we will ask the General again; perhaps the General will know what to do then."

The doctor hurriedly went to find the cook; although they did not have many ingredients, they did bring some Maltose, so this could just be used for Yishang.

Maltose added to porridge, even if it was just a tiny bit, could provide a lot of energy and was absorbed faster.

The teacher had taught them this when they were in school, as well as about salt; Yishang must be very exhausted, weak, and without strength right now, and he had also sweated a lot.

At this time, things rich in nutrients and salt were the most important; sugar water was tasty, and salt water was barely drinkable, but sugar-salt water was completely impossible to drink—the taste was too strange; however, if it were boiled into porridge, it would be easier to accept; as long as Yishang could drink a small bowl, he would be able to hold on for another day.

A cold, especially the Wind-Cold cold that Yishang had caught, was a battle between Righteousness and Evil; the Wind Evil coming from the outside and the Righteous Qi inside the body were fighting each other; at present, the Wind Evil had the upper hand, which was why Yishang was showing such severe symptoms.

Without medicine, one could only replenish nutrition, which could help restore physical strength; as long as physical strength was good, it would be easier to resist the Evil Qi; although it was not a very serious illness, it now seemed that it might really take Yishang's life, and the doctor was very afraid.

If Yishang really died in this wilderness, even if he had any number of reasons, he would certainly have to bear the main responsibility, because he had not even cured such a simple illness; when the time came, he might never be able to practice medicine again in his life.

Not only would he be unable to practice medicine, but perhaps his social class might change all of a sudden; from a doctor respected by everyone, he could suddenly become a Slave or a tenant farmer—all of these were possible.

After all, this was Yishang, a founding hero of Huaxia, a Marquis; he was not just any random person; if something happened to him, the entire Huaxia would be shaken.