This doctor is not short of money

Chapter 19 The difference between wind and cold
As soon as he entered the door of the ward next door, the veins on Du Heng's forehead began to throb.

What I said below is clear, and I have repeatedly emphasized, don't wrap the child too tightly, don't wrap it too tightly.

But now in the ward, apart from the padded clothes on their bodies, the little babies also have their own quilt, a small blanket, and the outermost one is the hospital's own quilt.

Beside the hospital bed, it should be the child's grandmother, who is still tucking the child in the quilt, leaving only the child's face outside.

The child cried out in distress, the grandma was coaxing her, while still muttering about the daughter-in-law next to her, while the child's mother stood aside with her hands folded and her head bowed.

What made Du Heng even more angry was that Wu Buwei was just beside him, fiddling with the thermometer in his hand, instead of stopping it all.

"I told you not to wrap it so tightly, so why didn't you listen." Du Heng walked to the bed, pulled off two layers of the three-layer quilt on the child, and said to the child's mother, "Take off the cotton coat outside the child, you Is it comfortable to sleep wearing this?"

The child's mother was a little aggrieved, she looked at Du Heng, and then at the mother-in-law beside the bed.

"Why are you standing there, take it off for the child quickly. There is heating in the house, and you have to cover yourself with a quilt, so it won't keep your child cold."

As Du Heng spoke, he stepped back and let the child's mother to the bed. "I told you earlier that the child is poisoned by heat. It is a cold and high fever caused by too much heat. Turn your head and forget it."

Du Heng's expression was not good from the moment he entered the door, and his voice was a bit harsh, but the grandma beside the bed shut up wisely.

Wu Buwei also knew that he had made a mistake, put down the thermometer in his hand, and obediently stood beside Du Heng.

This will be in the ward, and Du Heng couldn't directly tell Wu Buwei, so he glanced at the thermometer in his hand and asked, "What's your temperature now?"

"37.8"

Hearing this number, Du Heng was still a little angry, and couldn't help but said, "If you don't cover two layers of quilts, it can be lower."

These words are not only for Wu Buwei, but also for the child's mother and grandma.

"Okay, you don't need to take off the inside, just take off a cotton padded jacket." Seeing that the child's mother wanted to take off the child's inner clothes, Du Heng stopped her, "Come out, I'll check the child."

When the high fever subsides, the child's other symptoms will be exposed, and the diagnosis will be much more accurate this time.

After Du Heng checked, he glanced at Wu Buwei who was standing still behind him, and beckoned him to come over, "Don't stand there, come over and check."

Wu Buwei was a little flustered, but started the inspection according to the steps.

The inspection time this time was much longer than that of Du Heng.

The child's grandma and mother turned their heads frequently, and their eyes moved between Du Heng and Wu Buwei, but Du Heng remained unmoved, standing behind and waiting quietly.

"Brother, the inspection is over."

"Say."

"The child has fever, cough, phlegm in the throat, thick yellow, floating pulse, thin tongue coating, which belongs to the symptoms of wind-cold."

Du Heng frowned, "Be clear, whether it is a wind syndrome or a cold syndrome."

"...wind syndrome."

"Be sure about the answer."

"Wind syndrome."

"Cause."

"Cold."

If it wasn't for someone in the ward, Du Heng would have almost slapped him. Is this the cause of a doctor in Chinese medicine?
Taking a deep breath, Du Heng then asked, "How to treat it?"

"You can use Fuzheng Sanxie Decoction."

Du Heng felt that his heart was twitching. He answered the first of the three questions correctly, and he hesitated to answer.

But what can I do if I get angry, this is my junior, and I have to teach him hand in hand.

"The floating pulse is wind, and the pulse is tight and cold. People suffering from wind will sweat spontaneously, while those suffering from cold will not sweat. This is the easiest way to distinguish between wind and cold. You reach out and touch the child's neck and armpit."

After Wu Buwei listened, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and the child's grandma also reached out to touch it on the other side.

"Found what?"

"Damp and sweaty."

"The inspection is not careful enough. Be careful next time. After you go back today, review "Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases." I will test you on Friday."

Du Heng paused for a moment, and then said to the child's mother and grandmother, "The child is suffocating and hot inside, and his hair openings are always open and evil winds are easy to enter..."

More to say, but the two who looked a little confused explained, "If there is heat in the child's body, his pores will always be open. As long as there is a little wind or a little cold, the child will get sick."

After finishing speaking, he pointed to the quilt and blanket that he had just pulled down, "Don't let the child be too hot or too cold, it's best to be suitable, that is, what you wear and how much you wear, the child can wear as much as you want. Then the weather will be fine." , When the wind is not blowing, take the child out for a walk more, and breathe more fresh air, which can also increase the child's physique."

The child's mother nodded. She agreed with Du Heng's words, but the mother-in-law didn't think so.She has the final say on how much the child wears, whether she can go out, and how long she stays.

Hearing what Du Heng said now, his eyes turned to his mother-in-law.

The child's grandma didn't care, but asked Du Heng directly, "Doctor, is it difficult to cure?"

Du Heng shook his head, "It's not difficult, just treat it with Qin Lian to clear the fire and relieve the wind."

Du Heng glanced at the bedside table. There were no baby bottles on it, but some daily necessities. He guessed that the child hadn't been weaned yet. "The child is too young, and a cold is not a big problem, so I won't need an injection."

After speaking, he looked at the child's mother and said, "The child has not been weaned yet?"

The child's mother was a little shy. She felt that she was about the same age as Du Heng, and it was a bit ashamed to be asked such a question by her peers.

He lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "Not yet, the child's grandma said that breast milk is good nutrition, and weaned when he is two years old."

"It's not good if it takes too long. For such a big child, it's time to eat some staple food. Since you haven't been weaned, let me give you a quick-acting prescription."

After finishing speaking, he greeted Wu Buwei who was closed to himself next to him, "Buwei, remember to grab the medicine."

"Ugh."

With a promise, he took out the sticky note and pen that he always prepared from his pocket.

"9 grams of Dabai, 3 grams of cinnabar, 7 croton creams, degreased, and grind them into powder."

"Remember senior brother."

"Then do it quickly."

After finishing speaking, Du Heng no longer cared about Wu Buwei, but said to the child's mother, "After the medicine powder is brought, give the child to drink with milk. You can only use [-]% each time, twice a day. Remember clearly?"

The child's mother nodded quickly, but the child's grandmother frowned and stood up, "Doctor, I heard that cinnabar is poisonous. My grandson is so young, can I use it?"

"The medicine is three-point poisonous, and the side effects of western medicine are not bad. I am a doctor, and we will use it carefully. There is no problem in using it in such a small dose. Your grandson has pneumonia, and the purpose of using cinnabar is to kill bacteria and calm the nerves."

The child's grandma nodded, not knowing whether she really understood it or pretended to understand it. Anyway, Du Heng is what you ask and what I say, he will not directly say, in fact, these three things are poisonous, and the toxicity is not small.

"How much is that two percent?"

"Did you see that spoon? It's just the little bit on the tip of that spoon." After finishing speaking, Du Heng was also a little worried, so he continued, "Well, when the medicine is ready, you come down and call me. Let me tell you how much two per cent is, and you can count it next time."

"Thank you sir."

"Then take care of the children. Remember this time, don't wrap the children so much."

"understood."

(End of this chapter)