Take the hospital back to ancient times

Chapter 125 The Treatment Begins to Work
Chen Buer is carefully calculating the amount of fluid replacement,
But what he didn't know was that the expressions of the people behind him were all looking at each other, each one getting weirder than the other.

The corners of Empress Yang's mouth twitched, Cui Miyuan's brows were tightly furrowed, and Li Hu tightly covered his mouth to keep himself from laughing.

Doctors Pan and Doctor Du, old acquaintances of the Chen family, also looked at Chen Jinbai with strange expressions, and Chen Jinbai really wanted to find a crack in the ground and let it go.

why?
Because Chen Buer's calligraphy is too ugly.

In particular, he still needs to use Arabic numerals and use post-mathematical formulas for calculations, so the written characters are like ghost symbols.

Not only is the handwriting bad, but even the posture of holding the pen is wrong.

Every big person present, who is not good at calligraphy and painting, will know if you have it as soon as you stretch out your hand in front of an expert.

The ancients paid attention to a word like a person. If Chen Buer hadn't just shown his hand to Xiao Lizi, everyone would even doubt whether he knew medicine or not.

Empress Yang immediately thought of what was said in the secret news in the Imperial City Newspaper, that Chen Buer was ignorant, and it seemed to be true.

So if he studies medicine, can he learn it even if he is illiterate?

The old woman had doubts in her heart, and she quietly walked to Chen Buer's side, squatting down and picking up the book Chen Buer was referring to. She wanted to see what kind of medical book it was.
As a result, she didn't know if she didn't look at it, and the more she looked at it, the more surprised she became, because...

Because she couldn't even read all the words in the medical book, let alone understand it.

This is not nonsense. Chen Bu’s second-hand surgery books are written in modern simplified characters, while people in Dazhou in this era still use traditional characters. There is still a big difference between the two. It is strange that the old lady can understand them.

In particular, there are English names and Arabic numerals in surgical books, which are no different from heavenly books to the ancients.

Not only can the characters not be read, but the quality of the paper and the exquisiteness of the printing are not comparable to those in ancient times.

This made Empress Yang feel certain that it seemed that Chen Buer had really learned medical skills from overseas immortals, perhaps because of the different teaching methods of Chinese medicine and Western medicine.

Not to mention anything else, just talking about these weird medicines and this incomprehensible medical book is the best evidence.

After Chen Bu'er calculated the amount of fluid to be replenished and mixed the fluid, he sat by the official's bedside.

At this time, the dog emperor was lying there emaciated, and he didn't look like he was killing people like hemp, spending money like dirt, and he didn't have the aura of laying down millions of corpses when the emperor was angry.

He was a poor, dying patient.

It was this patient who imprisoned his uncle and surrounded the whole family. The butcher's knife was about to fall on the heads of the Chen family.

Yesterday he was still trying to kill the dog emperor, but today he ran over and knelt in front of him, crying and begging for a chance to treat the dog emperor.

It was as ironic as it could be.

Chen Bu'er looked at the official's house in a daze, and Li Hu next to him couldn't help it, and coughed lightly.

Chen Bu'er quickly flattered and said: "Go back to your mother, Cao Min was very nervous when he saw Long Yan for the first time."

Empress Yang thought to herself, I believe you are a ghost, and rushed to the palace to see a doctor for officials at a young age, how many people in the world can have such courage.

Emperor Yuan Jing was originally thin and dehydrated, so the veins in his hands were quite difficult to find, and they were all flattened.

Chen Bu'er took the needle and wiped it over and over again with a sterile cotton ball, but he couldn't find a place to stick the needle. He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

I thought: It's over, it's over, the Long March is over, and I died at the last moment.

Chen Buer was nervous, and the people around him were even more nervous. Empress Yang, Prime Minister Cui, Manager Li, Chen Jinbai, Imperial Physician Pan, Imperial Physician Du, etc., all had their eyes fixed on the needle.

As soon as Chen Bu'er was about to pierce, their hearts hung.

As a result, Chen Buer didn't dare to pierce and retreated, everyone was annoyed for a while.

Chen Buer went back and forth like this, he was not crazy, but almost drove the people around him crazy.

Li Hu, the dead eunuch, was the first to get anxious:

"Chen Bu'er, you're really pricking. Didn't you have a lot of fun giving Xiaoli a needle just now? Don't be afraid, the officials are kind and won't blame you. Hurry up and prick, hey, I'm so anxious."

Chen Buer swallowed his saliva, thinking that if he died, he would die.

Then his eyes widened, and the needle slowly pierced into the back of Yuan Jingdi's hand, and then he saw blood coming back, the needle was successful, and Chen Buer was about to cry.

Today he finally realized the difficulties of those little nurses in the infusion hall.

Ordinary people may have no problem with getting one or two needles, but if you plan to get three or four needles, if you have a bad temper, you will scold others.If it is to prick a child, a few needles will not go in, and there are many parents who do it.

Now Chen Buer is fighting an emperor,
If you get three needles and four needles, the old lady next to Baobuqi will roar angrily: Come on, pull Chen Buer and his son out of the Donghua Gate, and cut off all the old and young of the Chen family.

The liquid has already started to be poured in, and everyone is full of anxiety.

Chen Buer was full of hope, and the fluids were replenished, amikacin and levofloxacin injections were also given, and antibiotics were used twice.

He even prepared the "Fat Milk Amino Acid Glucose Injection", which will be injected as soon as the dog emperor's dehydration is corrected, so that he can recover as quickly as possible.

If this is not enough to save him, then it can only be said that the dog emperor deserves to be killed, and the Chen family cannot escape this disaster.

Then Chen Buer was not polite, he pulled the gun on the spot, first shot the dog emperor and queen, and then blew up the palace, and the fat people in the Chen family's old house would also act immediately.

Even if you're going to die, you still have to pull the emperor's back, NND, this life is worth it.

Bags of liquid were infused into Emperor Yuan Jing's body, his body was like nectar after a long drought, and all functions of his body were slowly recovering.

Moreover, the ancients had never been exposed to any antibiotics. The two groups of Chen Buer's "anti-inflammatory drugs" had a very miraculous effect. At least the officials were lying on the bed, and there was no more diarrhea.

The persistent high fever, under Chen Buer's repeated monitoring, the number on the ear thermometer is gradually getting smaller, and everything is developing in a good direction.

Soon, the palace was shrouded in darkness.

Everyone didn't dare to leave, they were all waiting for a miracle to happen, even Cui Miyuan didn't care about the palace ban, and waited directly by the official's bedside.

And in a cold basement to the north of the palace, Chen Jinsong, the imperial physician, was sitting on the ground, and a bedbug was crawling towards him, but he ignored it.

What I think about in my mind is how to treat the official disease?Is it right or wrong to choose to reduce the fever first?Is there a treatment that offers the best of both worlds?
But thinking about it, Chen Jinsong felt more and more headaches, and at the same time, he was deeply worried about his family.

(End of this chapter)