The leisurely life of rebirth

From An Zaijiang's introduction just now, Fang Monan already knew that the haggard-looking man was the patient's father, Hao Bingguo, and the patient was his seventeen-year-old son, Hao Luochuan.

When An Zaijiang came forward, how could Fang Monan dare to resign? He just said he would try his best and followed them out.

An Zaijiang comforted his old friend and said, "Don't worry, with this girl here, she will be cured."

"Uncle An, this is a big statement. We haven't seen the patient yet!" Fang Monan pouted and said dissatisfiedly, "I'm not a god." How dare you make random guarantees if you don't know the situation.

An Zaijiang looked at Fang Monan apologetically, and pointed his hand quietly at his haggard old friend, saying, "Take care of me!" [

Fang Monan sighed and stopped caring, and followed them towards the ward. He Junyao took Fang Monan's hand and rubbed it soothingly, and Fang Monan raised his eyes and gave him a stern look.

This floor is full of senior cadre wards. The standard of the wards is much larger and more luxurious than other special care wards. The entire special care ward occupies more than 100 square meters. In addition to the patient wards, there are also two family rooms and a

The nursing room and the living room are even more ridiculously large, and the decoration is extremely luxurious. All high-end leather sofas, imported mahogany furniture, and all kinds of home appliances are available. Compared to the presidential suite in a five-star hotel, it is better than, but not as good as, the presidential suite in a five-star hotel.

As expected of a hospital in Beijing, this hospital is of high quality.

The outside of the ward was crowded with people, everyone poking their heads around, but no one dared to go in.

An Zaijiang and the others were standing behind the crowd. Before they could stand still, they were shouted at by a middle-aged woman in her forties, "Hao Bingguo, die... If you don't take good care of your son, where will you go?"

Gone."

Hao Bingguo pulled away from the crowd and walked in, "I...I..."

An Zaijiang and the others followed closely behind, and He Junyao closed the door, cutting off the sight of everyone outside.

"Okay, stop rambling and just stand here." Lu Xiaorong waved her hand impatiently and said, "This is Mr. Yang, a famous Chinese medicine practitioner in the capital."

"Hello! Sorry to trouble you, thank you for your hard work!" Hao Bingguo said respectfully. He treats every doctor like this now. His son's life is really in their hands!

Fang Monan raised his eyebrows and raised his lips in a smile. Looking at the faces of Hao Bingguo and the middle-aged woman, they were husband and wife! Moreover, the husband was unable to make a living, so he married a Hedong lion.

Fang Monan and He Junyao stood at the door and looked at the people in the room. He Junyao whispered in Fang Monan's ear and introduced, "The person who is checking the patient's pulse is Mr. Yang, a famous national expert in Beijing. He is a member of the National Health Commission and is worthy of his name.

"The Royal Physician" is responsible for the daily health care of leaders of many countries."

Needless to say, there is nothing else to say about He Junyao. Fang Monan also knows that despite the official power of the imperial doctor, the lowest level of jehu is deputy national leader, and his influence cannot be underestimated.

Fang Monan looked at the old man with black hair, who was taking the patient's pulse. After taking the pulse, he checked the patient's eyes, tongue coating, and gently pressed the patient's abdomen. The patient's abdomen was obviously swollen. From his series of

It can be seen from the technique that this person is a very powerful master of traditional Chinese medicine.

Behind Mr. Yang should be his apprentice, carrying a medicine box.

"The other guy in the white coat is the dean here." He Junyao introduced, it's not a good thing to see the situation of dean Wang! After thinking about it for a moment, he understood that the treatment is not good, which is not a bad thing!

The other two people don't need to be introduced by He Junyao. Judging from their faces, you can tell that they are father and daughter. One is the patient's grandfather. From the way they stand, they can tell that they are from a military background. The other is the patient's mother, who is very heroic and looks like a soldier.

Zuo Pai's back was straight, her eyes were sharp and alert, but her hands twisted into twists in front of her lower abdomen revealed her true mood at the moment.

There was a doctor standing in the room, and a little nurse stood in the corner, not daring to take a breath.

After checking the situation, Mr. Yang cleared his mind, sat down in front of the hospital bed, and began to ask softly, "How do you feel now?"

"I'm very tired, a little hot, a little cold, and have no strength..."[

Hao Luochuan was tortured at this time and had no strength at all. He was extremely weak. When he heard the old man's question, he took a deep breath and managed to say a word. During this period, he kept moaning.

After checking it out, Mr. Yang basically felt confident and had a basic judgment on the patient's condition. He saw that the patient's condition was not very good, so he stopped asking questions. He turned to look at the patient's family and said, "Let's go out and tell them.

The patient should rest well."

According to regulations, doctors are generally not allowed to discuss the condition in front of patients to avoid disturbing the patient's emotions.

While Mr. Yang was checking on the patient, Fang Monan also took the opportunity to do a full body examination on the patient, and he basically had a suspicion in his mind.

The instrument at the bedside showed that the patient's body temperature was normal. He no longer had a fever, but his abdomen was bulging, and small moans escaped from his mouth from time to time.

If an average person has a fever for such a long time, the body fluids will dry up to some extent, such as dry mouth and tongue, flushed eyes, or even coma in severe cases. But Fang Monan noticed that the patient in front of him did not have any damage to the body fluids.

There are signs. When he answered Mr. Yang's question just now, he was very conscious. Even his lips did not burst. Instead, his lips were blue. It was obviously due to the coldness in the abdomen and the deficiency of true yang!

Fang Monan saw Mr. Yang walking out first. Fang Monan and He Junyao quickly retreated and stood in the corner of the reception room. All the doctors had come out, and only the nurse was left in the room to look after the patients.

Once the door of the ward is closed, the reception room outside becomes a temporary consultation room.

Dean Wang handed the cases and photos of the past ten days to Mr. Yang. After flipping through the cases very quickly, Mr. Yang shook the photos, squinted his eyes and read them, without rushing to a conclusion.

Mr. Yang sat on the sofa and asked seriously: "How is the patient's eating, sleeping, and defecation conditions?"

Dean Wang hurriedly said, "The patient has not been eating well and has been relying on nutrient solutions for the past few days. As for sleeping, due to pain in the lower abdomen, he cannot close his eyes day and night. He has been unable to pass stool for eight days and has short and red urine."

The reason why Dean Wang speaks so politely is because Mr. Yang is a traditional Chinese medicine doctor!

Mr. Yang nodded, pondered for a moment and said, "The patient has enteric typhoid fever."

Dean Wang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. This proved that everyone's diagnosis was correct. "I am afraid that the patient may have symptoms of intestinal bleeding or perforation. He had a blood transfusion yesterday, but there was no obvious improvement and the condition has not diminished. Before you come, we

Discuss whether to have surgery."

"Surgery is not possible. The patient is weak and cannot bear the knife." Mr. Yang shouted immediately. "Going to the operating table is equivalent to committing suicide."

Dean Wang now sees Mr. Yang as an angel! Although this angel is a bit older, his words are gospel to them. The corners of his mouth curve up and he is in a great mood. But when he sees the sad faces of the patient's family members, the corners of his mouth immediately curve down.

Now, don't get carried away at this time.

"Then what should we do?" Lu Zhizheng and Hao Bingguo, two grown men, asked with sad faces. Could it be possible to wait for death?

"Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang, you have to save my son! If he is gone, how can I live? I just have a bad stomach, how could this happen!" Lu Xiaorong cried as she spoke.

Got up.

Even though the mother was strong, she felt a little out of control when she heard the bad news about her son's illness. It is understandable that no one would care about her.

Hao Bingguo put his arm around Lu Xiaorong's shoulders and said, "Now is not the time to cry. After listening to Mr. Yang's words, we have to cheer up. Luochuan is still waiting for us!"

Lu Xiaorong wiped her face, and the whole family looked at Mr. Yang expectantly. Mr. Yang had seen too many scenes like this, and even worse things than this. Doctors sometimes have to have a cold heart.

Mr. Yang said unhurriedly, "The patient's tongue coating is white, slippery and thick. He is not thirsty to drink. His pulse is stringy and tight. If he presses hard, his strength will be empty. This disease is very critical. It is a bad disease caused by typhoid fever. The pathogenic factors are deep-rooted and the yang energy is in the body."

Deficiency means excessive yin and cold, and haze spreads all over the abdomen. The obstruction in the two bowels is due to the condensation of yin and cold, and the true yang is greatly deficient, and the force is running, which is comparable to the syndrome of non-heat knot. The first line of yang has the potential to fall off, and the disease is critical.

It is quite expensive to treat. Only the method of supporting yang, suppressing yin and warming, so that the cold water evil yin in the upper part is spit out from the mouth, and the cold water yin evil in the middle and lower part is excreted through the two stools, and the yang returns and the yin retreats, can the crisis be turned into peace.

"Treat it with Zhongjing Tongmai Sini Decoction plus Evodia and Cinnamon." As he spoke, Mr. Yang began to prescribe the prescription. After writing it, he handed it to the Lu family and said, "If you have vomiting, saliva, phlegm or diarrhea after taking the medicine, don't be alarmed.

This is a sign that the disease will be cured, a glimmer of hope for recovery."[

Fang Monan couldn't help but nod his head after listening to Mr. Yang's words. If she were to prescribe a prescription, it would be Tongmai Sini Decoction, a prescription that warms the body and restores yang and relieves nihilism.

This prescription focuses on the dosage of aconite. Han Feixia, a native of Luzhou in the Ming Dynasty, said in "Yitong": "Aconite restores the yang and has great power." Aconite has been regarded as an important medicine for replenishing fire by doctors of the past dynasties. If used properly, it will not turn the tide, but it will help.

Shen Jingyue. Zhang Jingyue, a doctor in the Ming Dynasty, listed aconite, ginseng, rehmannia glutinosa, and rhubarb as the four dimensions of medicine. The four dimensions of medicine are the medicines that are essential for treating diseases and saving lives, which summed up the importance of aconite in one sentence. However, aconite is poisonous in severe fever, and its medicinal properties are strong, depending on the condition.

It is a strong medicine and should be used without caution.

Fang Monan murmured in a low voice, "I wonder if the dosage of this aconite is enough."

As soon as Fang Monan finished speaking, Mr. Yang glanced over at him. He was sharp but not arrogant. Fang Monan looked at him calmly. He thought to himself, this old man with both ears and eyes has taken good care of himself!

Yang Lao smiled and said, "Show the little girl the prescription."

Hao Bingguo knew that this was the doctor he invited, so he handed the prescription to Fang Monan, who took it and read it.

Everyone was surprised and wondered why Mr. Yang was doing this. What did a little girl know? But no one was in the mood to care about it at the moment.

The prescription reads: 30g of ginger, 16g of cinnamon (grind into powder, soak in water and mix), 26g of Poria, 6g of Evodia, and 6g of licorice.

Fang Monan frowned slightly. The dosage of Baifu Tablets was still not enough, so he should be more conservative with the medication.

"What? Do you have any questions?" Mr. Yang's eyes never left Fang Monan's little face, so she frowned lightly and he asked immediately.

Fang Monan raised his head, his eyes were clear, without any evasion, "Use medicine to melt ice like the scorching sun!" (To be continued...)

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