A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

"TCM has many theories, among which it focuses on the Qi of heaven and earth, the innocence of ancient times."

Fu Jingyou's hands were shaking as he took over Erbao, who was crying weakly.

The old gentleman continued:

"This child has breathed a sigh of relief since it came out of the mother's womb. It cannot absorb the abilities and energy naturally given in this world."

"Just let it out now and it will be fine. Take good care of him in the future. He is also a good person, no worse than others."

A comrade who was caring for him pushed the old man and scolded him:

"Old man Qian, we are now afraid of cows, demons, and snakes. What you said is so ridiculous!"

The old gentleman's face changed and he quickly said sorry.

Fu Jingyou looked gloomy, understanding the twists and turns.

This old gentleman is the same type of person as he used to be.

Nutritional products such as malted milk are always kept in the ward, hoping that Lu Miao can take a sip to replenish energy when she wakes up.

Tang Mei quickly made a cup of malted milk, cooled it with a small spoon and fed it to Erbao.

That cleared up the situation in one breath, and Erbao's condition really improved a lot.

At first I was fed Erbao malted milk, and I choked a few mouthfuls.

Later, he gradually became able to swallow. As soon as the spoon was placed on it, Erbao's little mouth squirmed in the direction to slurp.

I haven't swallowed much these days, and the little guy is starving.

Fu Jingyou touched Erbao's little face where he had eaten, drank, and slept soundly with his knuckles, and his heart suddenly felt much more at ease.

The two people who were looking after Mr. Qian often interfered, which was very annoying.

Lu Yuanzheng had just put pressure on them to go out first.

Handing the second treasure to Tang Mei for help, Fu Jingyou approached Mr. Qian in the corner.

His lips were dry, his knees sank, and with a dull "dong", he knelt down directly in front of Mr. Qian.

Not to mention Mr. Qian was shocked, Tang Mei and Lu Yuanzheng were also shocked.

Mr. Qian is still sensitive, how dare he do this?

Quickly stand up and help Fu Jingyou:

"Hey, little comrade! There is gold at the man's knees. Nowadays, everyone is equal, so don't do it! Come on, come on!"

Fu Jingyou was stubborn and didn't get up. He made a "dong" sound with his head and kowtowed with his forehead on the ground.

Fu Jingyou has no other weaknesses, Lu Miao and the child are everything to him.

Except for Lu Miao and the children, there was nothing else he couldn't give up.

"You are very capable. If you can save children, you can definitely save adults."

With hope rising in her heart, Fu Jingyou choked with sobs and shed tears that were completely different from her previous emotions:

"Please, think of something, think of something! Save her, save her..."

Every word he wrote came from the heart, and every word was so sad that Tang Mei couldn't bear to read it.

Lu Yuanzheng's eyebrows were lowered, and he felt a little melancholy. After looking at it twice, he approached the window with his hands behind his back and said nothing.

Yes, now everyone is equal.

But no matter when, a man has gold at his knees, this sentence is always good.

Kneel up to heaven and earth, kneel down to your parents.

This boy surnamed Fu would kneel down to the wealthy old man from the northwest farm for his daughter.

Lu Yuanzheng really didn't expect it, nor did he expect it.

So surprised, melancholy, and even more moved...

Mr. Qian had no choice but to say truthfully:

"Doctors are kind-hearted. If there is a chance of survival, I will not stand idly by. But there are still some things missing, and I'm afraid it won't be easy to get..."

Tang Mei was excited and approached Erbao with her arms in her arms.

Lu Yuanzheng at the window also turned around.

Having said that, there is obviously still hope.

Fu Jingyou was no longer deadlocked, and quickly stood up and asked:

"What else is missing? What else do you need? I'll get it!"

As long as there is hope, no matter what obstacles lie ahead, he can get it!

What Mr. Qian wants is not special, or even mediocre.

Just some Chinese medicinal materials.

Blood-nourishing medicinal materials such as Rehmannia glutinosa and Angelica sinensis. The person on the bed looked like he was about to die, but he still had one breath to hold on.

During the consultation just now, Mr. Qian had met Tang Mei and learned that he had been reluctantly feeding Lu Miao some ginseng soup.

Mr. Qian has seen ginseng residue. The ginseng is at least thirty years old and is a good ginseng.

With such a good ginseng in hand, it is not surprising that it can hold your breath.

But just lifting the breath is useless. The mother's trouble lies in the abnormal position of the fetus and the heavy bleeding caused by difficult delivery.

Nourishing blood is inherently difficult, so much blood is consumed, so replenishing blood is the top priority.

Furthermore...

The mother is in a coma and has no consciousness, and the lochia cannot be discharged from the body.

If the body cannot move, these conditions usually require pinching acupuncture points, massage, and acupuncture to assist in conditioning.

Those dirty things that remain in the body for a long time are also harmful to the patient's body.

Mr. Qian has a heavy burden on his back and has been here for a short time. He can teach you how to pinch acupuncture points and the like.

Good ginseng requires good medicine.

In recent years, there are quite a few barefoot doctors in the countryside, but it is hard to find even one who practices traditional Chinese medicine seriously.

It is not an easy task to find exquisitely prepared high-quality herbal medicines.

Mr. Qian spoke eloquently and finally said:

"Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to fate and physical constitution. It is often one person's side..."

"This is the only optimal solution I can think of for the current situation, but... there is no guarantee that it will definitely work."

Just a little bit of hope.

The mother is depleted of energy and blood, her vitality is severely damaged, and she is severely deficient internally.

At this time, you can only replenish your body's energy and blood.

Try to hold up this lining as much as possible, and then...

Whether a person can hold on or not can only be left to his own fate.

Mr. Qian made a slight fist with his right hand and tapped his knuckles on the table with a slight worry.

He came up with this method entirely because the ginseng could make him breathe, so he had the courage to give it a try.

In fact, I don’t have much confidence in my heart.

"Having said that, you family members should also consider it."

Consider?

What to consider?

What else needs to be considered?

"I want Rehmannia glutinosa, Angelica sinensis, Astragalus, and Poria. I'll look for it. I'll look for it!"

Serious Chinese herbal medicine is difficult to obtain, but Fu Jingyou is a local after all, so there is no guarantee that he will not find a way.

"Others are secondary, priority is given to cooked rehmannia glutinosa. If there is no cooked rehmannia glutinosa, raw rehmannia glutinosa will do..."

Mr. Qian thought for a while, pulled Fu Jingyou and told him:

"If it doesn't work, I can just replace one or two pigeons from any house that has pigeons."

Fu Jingyou nodded repeatedly, with a haggard face, but full of energy.

He was in a hurry to leave, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Dabao, who was babbling and kicking his legs on the side of Lu Miao's hand, and his eyes suddenly softened.

Fu Jingyou squeezed Erbao's little hand in Tang Mei's arms.

In a flash, he approached the bedside, touched Dabao, took Lu Miao's hand and rubbed it against his face, and finally walked out of the ward resolutely.

Pigeon, Rehmannia glutinosa...

He will bring it back!

Orthodox Chinese medicine is indeed more sensitive now.

But maybe sensitive people have their own circle.

As a member of the sensitive group, Fu Jingyou really knew a family that practiced traditional Chinese medicine.

It is said that two generations ago, he was one of the most famous court physicians in the late Qing Dynasty.

Fu Jingyou rode his bicycle back and met Chen Guifen on the road.

Chen Guifen stopped him and asked:

"Where's the baby? Where's the baby! Where did you do the baby!?"