Before the invention of the stethoscope, Western doctors would listen to a patient’s body by placing their ear directly on them. This method was actually not as good as a stethoscope because stethoscopes were not only convenient but also amplified sound.
However, with Amelia’s medical skills, she could gather a lot of information without a stethoscope. The scene of a beautiful older woman leaning against a beautiful young girl was too lovely for me to look away from.
Amelia occasionally moved her head to get her ear closer to the source of the illness, while the Eldest Miss remained stiff, letting out small cries whenever Amelia moved her head.
Soon, Amelia raised her head, and the Eldest Miss let out a sigh of relief. The maid asked, “Miss, what illness does she have?”
“Nothing major, just a slight cold from the wind. Coupled with her weaker body, a few enemas will fix it,” Amelia said.
“Huh?!” This time, both the Eldest Miss and I let out a surprised gasp. The difference was, mine was pure surprise, while the Eldest Miss’s was bashfulness. Everyone knew what “enema” referred to.
“Why the shock? Isn’t this a very normal treatment?” Amelia asked me with a confused look.
“Don’t you have an IV drip? Why use such a strange treatment?” I didn’t know how to articulate my thoughts, so I could only ask this.
“Blood vessels are blood vessels, and intestines are intestines. They cannot be conflated. Of course, we use whatever method is effective for that particular area,” Amelia said earnestly.
It’s a pity I’m not a doctor, otherwise I could have refuted her. I truly felt that doctors in Western Europe were once fanatically devoted to enema treatments for a period, and King Louis XIV of France was an ardent supporter.
It is said that nobles of that era generally believed that having an enema at least once every three days was beneficial for their health. I was speechless. I didn’t expect this world to be the same, and even Amelia liked to do it.
Thinking about it, her use of leech therapy earlier wasn’t hard to understand. But what does a cold have to do with enemas? Does emptying one’s bowels prevent a cold?
“Doctor, may I ask, will this really cure the Eldest Miss?” the maid asked. This maid was likely sent by a wealthy master to bring the Eldest Miss for treatment; she was more like a supervisor, preventing the Eldest Miss from running away due to fear of medical examinations or injections.
“Of course. I’ll prepare the medicine, and it should be done in about three to five sessions. It’s not a difficult illness to treat,” Amelia stated confidently.
“Then we’ll do exactly as the doctor says.” The maid nodded to Amelia, then turned to the Eldest Miss, “Don’t forget what Master told you. You must be cured this time.”
“Yes,” the Eldest Miss said helplessly. She was merely shy and didn’t find the treatment strange or wrong, suggesting she was accustomed to it.
“Take her to that bed, yes, that partitioned area separated by the curtain. I’ll go prepare the medicine. You can wait outside for now,” Amelia said to the maid.
It’s not appropriate for extraneous people to be present during medical treatment, and it would be awkward for the maid to watch the Eldest Miss undergo the enema. The maid obviously understood this and nodded before leaving.
She’s using me as a nurse again. Doesn’t she think I’m also extraneous? I sighed helplessly and supported the pathetic Eldest Miss to the half-curtained hospital bed. At least this part was somewhat humane, with a partition set up to give her some dignity.
The Eldest Miss was stiff all over. I asked her to sit on the bed first. This partition, besides the bed, only had an IV stand and a low table, both meant for placing medicine.
Amelia quickly returned with a tray. On the tray were medicine bottles, a small wooden stopper, a water bag with a soft tube, and at the end of the tube, a pointed nozzle. It was obvious what it was for.
“Hold the water bag for me.” Amelia placed the tray on the low table and began efficiently preparing the medicine, shaking the bottles, pouring the contents into the water bag I was holding open, and occasionally adding packets of powder.
“What is all this?” I asked. Some of these medicinal herbs evoked knowledge in me, while others did not. Even for those that did, they were complex compositions and extraction methods; I didn’t even want to look at them.
“This is for treating the cold, this is to expel the internal cold, and this is to enhance her Immunity and physical strength. These pampered young ladies are too weak, which is why they catch colds so easily,” Amelia explained.
Ah, I hadn’t expected this wasn’t a regular enema, but rather an injection of medicine. It was similar to getting a shot, reminding me of a modern medicine from my previous life, a suppository, which is also inserted rectally.
After preparing the liquid medicine, Amelia asked me to hang it on the IV pole and said, “Have her lift her skirt, or you can help her.”
“I, I’ll do it myself,” the Eldest Miss obviously understood our conversation and was too shy to have someone else do it. She lay down on the bed and lifted her Western-style dress.
She was also wearing bloomers, as if it were inconvenient to use the toilet in a Western-style dress. Ladies in Europe wore bloomers with their dresses.
Luckily, Jayad chose short skirts for me. And because I found wearing fabric trousers uncomfortable, I only wore tight-fitting shorts as safety shorts, with nothing underneath.
Wait! I’m starting to suspect if Jayad deliberately bought me these little Western-style dresses because he likes seeing me in short skirts. Otherwise, why aren’t there any other styles?
The Eldest Miss pulled open her bloomers, which indeed made things more convenient. Amelia then placed a pillow under her, but when she asked the Eldest Miss to continue herself, the Eldest Miss refused, burying her head in her hands and refusing to move.
“Girls these days are so fussy. It can’t be helped. Parul, you help her,” Amelia said.
“No, why don’t you do it yourself?” I asked. Asking me to touch a young girl was beyond my limit of tolerance. I was male before.
“I can do it, but then you’ll be responsible for applying the medicine and inserting the tube?” Amelia countered.
“Fine, you win,” I immediately conceded. I really couldn’t do this.
“I’m sorry, I’ll just help you. Don’t be nervous.” I tried to be as gentle as possible, gently separating them. Luckily, I had touched Parul before; otherwise, I really couldn’t bear it.
Amelia first applied some disinfectant and lubricating ointment to her hand. The cold sensation as she applied the ointment made the Eldest Miss’s body tremble slightly. Then, when Amelia removed the dropper connected to the water bag, the Eldest Miss let out a startled cry.
“Don’t move, don’t be nervous. It’ll be over soon. Relax, or it’ll be more uncomfortable,” I comforted her. If she remained tense, she might even get injured.
These words actually made the Eldest Miss relax slightly. Amelia looked at me with a half-smile, “You seem quite experienced.”
“Nonsense,” I stopped talking. I couldn’t exactly say I read it in books from my previous life, could I?
Next, all that was needed was to open the clamp and let the liquid medicine flow into her body naturally.
