Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 360 Zhang Taiyan is critically ill? The efficacy of the iron lung!

Chapter 360 Zhang Taiyan is critically ill? The efficacy of the iron lung!
"You came."

After Bao Guowei pushed open the door, a hoarse voice came from inside the room.

He frowned. Zhang Taiyan's voice was usually not like today's. It was as loud as a bell and very powerful.

If he hadn't been lying on the bed, Bao Guowei thought that Zhang Taiyan would chase him and beat him up.

But today, it seems different.

It was already evening, and the setting sun shone through the window onto Zhang Taiyan's bed. A pale and tired face was leaning on the bed.

Bao Guowei's heart skipped a beat, thinking that Zhang Taiyan's condition had improved a lot, so why did he suddenly become like this?

He hurried to the bedside and said, "What's wrong, sir? Are you feeling unwell? I'll go call the doctor."

Bao Guowei realized that something was wrong and immediately wanted to find Charlie and Shen Shiwan. These two professional doctors would definitely be able to see Zhang Taiyan's condition.

"Forget it." Zhang Taiyan waved his hands repeatedly and began to cough violently.

Bao Guowei had no choice but to come back and pat him on the back, allowing Zhang Taiyan to catch his breath.

After a long time, Zhang Taiyan seemed to have just walked out of the gates of hell. He let out a long breath, his face flushed with suffocation.

"Sir." Bao Guowei was about to speak when he accidentally knocked over a bowl of medicine next to him. Fortunately, he was quick-witted and caught the medicine to prevent it from spilling.

But when he was helped, Bao Guowei immediately realized that something was wrong. Why did this medicine taste different from the usual ones?

It is light yellow in color.

Shen Shiwan and Charlie prescribed Western medicine for Zhang Taiyan. If there was any Chinese medicine, it was only some tonic ones.

How could there be a medicine of this color?

Feeling something was wrong, Bao Guowei immediately stretched out his finger, dipped it in the medicine, tasted it lightly, and smelled the smell emanating from the medicine.

The sweet and mellow taste immediately made Bao Guowei frown.

He looked at Zhang Taiyan lying on the bed and couldn't help but said angrily, "You're prescribing medicine for yourself again?"

At this moment, Zhang Taiyan finally recovered his breath and was able to speak. He knew that he had no way to stop Bao Guowei, so he said with a smile on his face.

"You know everything. Yes, I drank some ginseng soup to make myself look better."

"So all along, you have been using ginseng soup to keep us hanging, giving us the illusion that you are already well?"

Bao Guowei was really angry this time. He didn't expect that this old man could be so shameless.

Ginseng soup actually has the effect of replenishing qi and strengthening the middle, improving immunity, and has a positive effect on diseases such as pneumonia.

However, simply taking ginseng soup cannot cure pneumonia, it only creates the appearance of a better complexion.

Instead, it affects the doctor's judgment on the right medicine for the condition.

I thought that allicin alone could cure Zhang Taiyan, but I didn't expect this to be the result.

Zhang Taiyan smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "I know my own body well. For so many years, I have been unrestrained in my daily routine and diet. I have been drinking, smoking and eating stinky tofu. I have never missed anything. This disease cannot be cured. It is good to rely on ginseng soup to restore some energy and make people around me happy."

Bao Guowei opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Zhang Taiyan.

"The doctor you found for me and the medicines are all effective, but I know that my body is not in good condition. Even if I get better for a while, my condition will get worse if I indulge myself. I don't think I can get better, so I asked you to come to my room to talk, so that you won't be confused when I die one day."

After saying these two sentences, sweat was already breaking out on Zhang Taiyan's forehead.

Since he had already drunk it, Bao Guowei could only feed Zhang Taiyan the ginseng soup on the table again.

After drinking two sips, his complexion was obviously much better.

"If you had listened to the doctor and my advice, your condition would never have reached this point." Bao Guowei gritted his teeth, wishing he could curse this old man.

It’s a pity that seeing him like this, I really can’t bear it.

The latter coughed twice, forced a smile on his face and said, "Advice? I naturally know what is good, but I am cautious about everything. I don't smoke, drink, eat stinky tofu, and I don't let people get angry and curse. What's the meaning of this life?"

Hearing this, Bao Guowei had a strange expression on his face.

He thought of someone, Zhang Xueliang, who was currently controlling thunder and lightning in the north with high spirits.

Zhang Xueliang had never missed a single sin in his life: smoking, drinking, and visiting prostitutes.

He enjoyed what he should have enjoyed, and he also enjoyed what he shouldn't have enjoyed.

I even smoked opium for a while.

But such a person still lived to be a hundred years old, from the beginning of the 20th century to the beginning of the 21st century.

This is truly living a century.

But people cannot be generalized!

"Don't you want to recover from your illness so that you can enjoy more of these days? If you leave like this, how can you go with me to see China's revival in the future?" Bao Guowei retorted unhappily.

But Zhang Taiyan looked sad. He lowered his head and said, "I understand what you said, but I just can't stand it. People around me are so sad for me. I think it's better to get rid of it once and for all."

Hearing this, Bao Guowei's heart ached and he felt extremely uncomfortable for a moment.

He exhaled, turned around and prepared to leave.

Zhang Taiyan was stunned and tried to stop Bao Guowei, saying, "Bingwen, wait a minute. I have some last words to tell you!"

Bao Guowei didn't know whether to cry or laugh. He turned around and said, "I'm going to save your life from the King of Hell. As for your last words, you can keep them to yourself!"

After saying that, he left the room without looking back, leaving Zhang Taiyan alone who continued to shout.

That night.

The people in the Zhang Mansion were waiting in the yard, anxiously waiting for news from Zhang Taiyan's room.

It was not until Shen Shiwan and Charlie came out wearing white coats and masks that Tang Guoli and Zhang Nianyue immediately stepped forward and asked.

"Gentlemen, how is my father?"

Charlie's Chinese is not very good, so Shen Shiwan spoke instead.

He looked up at Bao Guowei who was silent behind the crowd, sighed and said.

"Mr. Taiyan's condition is not optimistic. He secretly took ginseng soup to create the illusion that his condition was improving, which led us to misjudge. Now his condition has deteriorated sharply, especially the infection in his lungs. The patient has already developed symptoms of difficulty breathing. I estimate that there has been a large-scale infection, but the exact extent is uncertain. Gusu has an X-ray machine. We can take Mr. Taiyan to the church hospital and take an X-ray to find out the specific situation."

"But." Shen Shiwan paused and looked at Bao Guowei, then said helplessly, "Please be mentally prepared. Mr. Taiyan is already this age after all."

Although these words were mixed with some terms that they did not understand, everyone could hear the final conclusion.

"How could this happen!" Tang Guoli felt as if all the strength in her body had been drained away, and she almost fell to the ground. "Didn't you say that you were almost healed?"

Zhang Nianyue said angrily: "Damn old man, I told him not to eat stinky tofu and not to smoke, but he just wouldn't listen and even drank ginseng soup to deceive people. I'm going to go in and give him a good scolding!"

She tried to rush into the house, but her mother Tang Guoli had collapsed on her and could not move at all.

For a moment, Zhang Nianyue couldn't hold back her tears and burst into tears.

"How could this happen, you old man! You stupid old man! You bad old man!"

The whole yard suddenly burst into tears. At this moment, Zhang Taiyan had fallen into a coma and no one could suppress their emotions anymore.

Shen Shiwan came to Bao Guowei, with a guilty look on his face, and he didn't dare to look Bao Guowei in the eye.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bingwen, this is our negligence. If we had discovered it earlier, Mr. Taiyan wouldn't have ended up like this." Charlie also sighed. Ever since he knew that the person in front of him was Bao Guowei, he was determined to cure Zhang Taiyan.

It’s a pity that given the current situation, even if we send it to London, England, there may not be a solution.

"Bao, this is a sad thing, but we can still believe in miracles."

This was the only way he could comfort Bao Guowei.

But Bao Guowei's face remained calm, as if he had no emotion at all.

I don’t know how long it took, but Shen Shiwan thought that the other party was so sad that he couldn’t speak.

He patted Bao Guowei on the shoulder, trying to comfort him.

But unexpectedly, I heard Bao Guowei say.

"It's not hopeless."

"Hmm?" Shen Shiwan frowned and stared at Bao Guowei. "Bingwen, you don't still believe in some miracle drug, do you?"

When Bao Guowei went to Tianjin before, he was firmly opposed to it. He believed that things like miracle medicine were nothing but feudal superstition.

He couldn't believe that the other party, who had researched allicin and had many medical insights, would believe in some miracle medicine.

As for why, Bao Guowei did not come up with any miracle medicine after his trip to Tianjin, but instead promoted some kind of combined alkali production method.

Shen Shiwan naturally didn't understand, and it was not convenient for him to ask.

But at this moment, I just felt that Bao Guowei was too sad.

"It's not a miracle drug." Bao Guowei said calmly. "Mr. Shen, have you forgotten what I told you last time about the machine that can greatly increase the survival rate of severe pneumonia?"

"Machine?!" Shen Shiwan was stunned for a moment, and then something suddenly occurred to him. He said in shock. "Has it been successfully developed? Can it be used?"

Shen Shiwan and Bao Guowei talked about the so-called "negative pressure ventilator" last time. This ventilator has a vivid nickname.

"Iron lung".

By 1930, the "negative pressure ventilator" was no longer a fantasy.

In 1864, American Jones invented the first negative pressure ventilator. In 1928, two Americans created the "iron lung" to treat a girl with polio, providing mechanical ventilation.

So in this era, it is not difficult to make an "iron lung".

When Bao Guowei first proposed this concept, both doctors expressed their support and suggested that an "iron lung" could be used to maintain Zhang Taiyan's breathing if necessary.

The biggest cause of death among pneumonia patients is suffocation caused by lung blockage or muscle paralysis.

With the assistance of a ventilator, the mortality rate can be greatly reduced.

However, at that time, this technology was still far away in the United States and was not available in China.

If you want one, you have to find a manufacturer to customize it, which is not an easy thing.

Bao Guowei nodded and said, "I have already contacted Mr. Xiang Songmao from the pharmaceutical company, and the machine has been delivered to the warehouse some time ago."

Bao Guowei never fights a battle without confidence. He stays in his study every day, thinking about arranging everything in detail.

This caused him to be busy like a headless fly every day, but when he encountered problems, the benefits became apparent.

Needless to say, Bao Guowei immediately called a few servants to move something that looked like an iron box from the warehouse of Zhang's mansion.

When the iron lung was moved into the yard, everyone looked at the long iron box and thought it was the coffin that Zhang Taiyan had prepared for himself a long time ago.

For a moment, some of the maids in the Zhang mansion cried even louder.

Zhang Taiyan treated them very well on a daily basis and paid them fair wages. In this world, if they lost this job, they would probably starve to death.

So they felt a bit sad.

"Okay! This is the equipment for treating Mr., you guys go out first!"

There were too many people here, which would affect the use of the machines, so Bao Guowei asked them to leave.

Bao Guowei's words in the mansion were still very effective. Although everyone didn't understand, they still did as he said.

For a moment, only Tang Guoli, Zhang Nianyue and their daughter, and some servants in charge of moving things were left in the yard.

"I thought it would be useless, but it actually came in handy." Bao Guowei said with a hint of bitterness on his face. "Gentlemen, I made this machine based on the drawings from the United States. I am not sure about it myself, so I have to wait for you two to come and use it together."

"That's right." Shen Shiwan nodded. This thing looked like an iron coffin with two tubes inserted on it and a huge iron pump that seemed to be responsible for the contraction.

Still need to be cautious.

After saying that, Charlie and Shen Shiwan couldn't wait to go forward and check it out.

For them, this is still a new thing. If it is really useful, not only can Zhang Taiyan continue to "extend his life", but he can also treat more patients.

Zhang Nianyue said worriedly, "Guowei, is this thing really useful?"

At this moment, her eyes were already red, and she looked tearful. Bao Guowei patted her hands lovingly, held her in his arms and said.

"Don't worry, even if it doesn't work, I have another plan."

Zhang Nianyue nodded and leaned in her fiancé's arms. She didn't know why, but she always felt safe when she was with Bao Guowei.

Tang Guoli watched the two doctors tinkering with the "iron lung", hoping it would work.

Zhang Taiyan in the room was already dying, and there was no time to delay.

Someone had to experience the operation of the "iron lung" first. As a British man, Charlie obviously had a suicidal spirit and volunteered to go forward and try it.

Bao Guowei couldn't persuade the other party, so he had no choice but to let him go up and try.

The "iron lung" had already been debugged when it left the factory, so there shouldn't be any problems.

The "iron lung" is powered by a gasoline engine.

Before pressing the machine, Bao Guowei did not forget to remind.

"Mr. Charlie, you don't have to be afraid. This machine just uses air pressure to contract and expand. I'm starting."

"OK, I can do that."

Charlie was already a little scared when he entered the box, but he still spoke through gritted teeth.

Bao Guowei nodded and pressed the red button.

The gasoline engine started running immediately and smoke immediately came out.

The machine began to rumble. Charlie only had his head left outside at the moment, and he became a little nervous when he heard the sound.

The air pump then began to contract and expand, and the air pressure inside the box began to change.

Charlie had a strange look on his face at first, then he felt his lungs expand and his breathing became much easier, even a little comfortable.

He suddenly felt inexplicably surprised and suppressed his excitement. After more than ten breaths, he didn't feel any problem.

Charlie almost jumped out of the iron lung and said loudly.

"It works! Bao! You succeeded! You are simply an angel sent by God!"

(End of this chapter)

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