The leisurely life of rebirth.

In An Zaijiang's introduction just now, Fang Monan already knew that this haggard man was the patient's father Hao Bingguo, and the patient was his 17-year-old son Hao Luochuan.

An Zaijiang stepped forward, how dare Fang Monan resign!He just said his best, followed them and walked out.

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

"Uncle An, that's a big deal. I haven't seen the patient yet!" Fang Monan pouted dissatisfiedly, "I'm not a god." Without knowing the situation, how dare he make any promises.

An Zaijiang looked at Fang Monan apologetically, and quietly pointed to his haggard old friend, let's take care of him! [

Fang Monan sighed, stopped thinking about it, and followed them towards the ward.He Junyao took Fang Monan's hand and stroked it comfortingly. Fang Monan raised his eyes and gave him an annoying look.

This floor is all high-ranking wards. The standard of the wards is as large and luxurious as other intensive care wards. The entire intensive care ward occupies more than 100 square meters. In addition to the wards for patients, there are also two relative rooms and a nurse The studio and the living room are even more ridiculously large, and the decoration is extremely luxurious. All the high-end leather sofas, imported mahogany furniture, and all kinds of home appliances are also available. Compared with the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, it is better than that, but not as good.

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

The ward was crowded with people, each of them poking their heads, but no one dared to go in.

An Zaijiang and the others stood behind the crowd. Before they could stand still, a middle-aged woman in her 40s yelled in, "Hao Bingguo, you're dead...you don't take good care of your son, where are you going?" gone."

Hao Bingguo pushed aside the crowd and walked in, "I...I..."

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

"Okay, stop talking, just stand here." Lu Xiaorong waved her hand impatiently, "This is Mr. Yang, a well-known doctor of traditional Chinese medicine in the capital."

"Hello! Thank you for your trouble, thank you for your hard work!" Hao Bingguo said respectfully.He treats every doctor like that now.It's really his son's life in his hands!

Fang Monan raised his eyebrows.With a smile on his lips, he looked at the faces of Hao Bingguo and that middle-aged woman, husband and wife!What's more, her husband was weak and married a Hedong lion.

Fang Monan and He Junyao stood at the door and looked up and down at the few people in the room.He Junyao introduced in a low voice in Fang Monan's ear. "The one who is taking the patient's pulse is Mr. Yang, a well-known national player in the capital. He is a member of the National Health Commission and a veritable "royal doctor". He is responsible for the daily health care of leaders of many countries."

He Junyao needless to say anything else.Fang Monan also knew, don't look at the authority of the imperial doctor, but usually the jehu is at least a deputy national leader, and his influence should not be underestimated.

Fang Monan looked at the old man with still black hair. He was taking the patient's pulse. After taking the pulse, he checked the patient's eyes and tongue coating, and gently pressed the patient's abdomen. The patient's abdomen was obviously swollen.From his series of techniques, it can be seen that this person is a very powerful master of traditional Chinese medicine.

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

"The other person in a white coat is the dean here." He Junyao introduced, seeing the situation of Dean Wang is not so good!After a little thought, I understand that the treatment is not good, but it's not too bad!

The other two people didn't need He Junyao's introduction. Judging from their faces, they knew that they were father and daughter, and one was the patient's grandfather. Looking at the standing posture, they were from the military.One is the patient's mother, she is full of heroism, and she is also a soldier, with her back straight and her eyes sharp and energetic, but her hands in front of her lower abdomen are twisted into twists, revealing her true mood at the moment.

There was also a doctor standing in the room, and the little nurse was standing 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 asked softly, "How do you feel now?"

"Very tired, a little hot, a little cold, no energy..."[

At this time, Hao Luochuan was so tossed that he had no strength at all, and his whole body was extremely weak. When he heard the old man's question, he took a deep breath, and barely said a word, and groaned continuously.

After some inspection, Mr. Yang basically had a solid foundation in his mind 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 his face to the patient's family and said, "Let's go out and talk, let The patient should rest well."

According to regulations, doctors generally cannot discuss the condition in front of the patient, so as not to disturb 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 plan in mind.

The instrument at the bedside showed that the patient's body temperature was normal, and the fever was gone, but the abdomen was distended, and small groans escaped from the mouth from time to time.

If ordinary people burn for such a long time, their bodies will dry up to some extent, such as dry mouth, red face, red eyes, and even coma in severe cases.But Fang Monan noticed that the patient in front of him did not show any signs of body fluid damage. When he answered Mr. Yang's question just now, his mind was also very clear, and even his lips did not burst. Inner yin cold, true yang deficiency!

Fang Monan saw that Mr. Yang came out first, Fang Monan and He Junyao hurriedly retreated and stood in the corner of the reception room.All the doctors came out, and the little nurse was left in the room to take care of the patients.

As soon as the door of the ward was closed, the reception room outside became a temporary consultation room.

Dean Wang handed the case and photos of the past ten days to Mr. Yang. After looking through the case very quickly, Mr. Yang shook the photos, squinted his eyes, and did not rush to draw conclusions.

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

Dean Wang quickly said, "The patient has not been able to eat and drink, and has been relying on nutrient solution for the past few days. As for sleeping, due to the pain in the lower abdomen, his eyelids do not sleep day and night, he has been unable to defecate for eight days, and has short urine."

Dean Wang speaks so politely, it is really Mr. Yang who is a Chinese medicine doctor!

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

Dean Wang heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this, which proved that everyone's diagnosis was correct. "I fear that the patient may have symptoms of intestinal bleeding or perforation. He has already undergone blood transfusion treatment yesterday, but there is no obvious improvement, and the condition has not diminished. Before you came, we Discuss surgery."

"Surgery, no, the patient is weak and can't stand the knife." Old Yang immediately shouted. "Going to the operating table is equivalent to going to die."

Dean Wang now sees Mr. Yang as an angel!Although the angel was a little old, his words were the gospel for them. The corners of his mouth were curved up, and he was in a very good mood, but seeing the frowning faces of the patient's family members, the corners of his mouth immediately curved down, and he couldn't get carried away at this time.

"Then what should we do!" Lu Zhizheng and Hao Bingguo, two big men, asked with sad faces, could they just wait to die?

"Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang, you have to save my son! If he is gone, how can I live! It's just that I ate my stomach, how could this happen!" Lu Xiaorong cried as she spoke. up.

Even if the mother is strong, she loses control of her emotions when she hears the news that her son's illness is bad. It's understandable, and no one would care about her.

Hao Bingguo put his arms around Lu Xiaorong's shoulders and said, "Now is not the time to cry, let's cheer up after listening to Mr. Yang, Luo Chuan is still waiting for us!"

Lu Xiaorong wiped her face, and the family looked at Elder Yang expectantly.Mr. Yang has seen this kind of scene too many times, and he has seen even jerkier ones. Being a doctor sometimes has a cold heart.

Mr. Yang said unhurriedly, "The patient's tongue coating is white and slippery and thick and greasy. He is not thirsty to drink, and his pulse is stringy and tight. Pressing hard will make it empty. This disease is very critical. It is a bad disease of typhoid fever. Deficiency, too much yin and cold, and haze in the abdomen. The two obstructions are due to the condensation of yin and cold, the deficiency of true yang, and the circulation of force, which is comparable to the syndrome of non-heat knot. The first line of yang is about to be lost, and the disease is dying. It is quite costly to treat. Only the method of supporting the yang, suppressing the yin and warming it can make the upper cold water and evil yin be spit out from the mouth, and the middle and lower cold water yin and evil will be excreted from the two stools, and the yang will return to the yin, and then the crisis can be turned into peace. Treat it with Zhongjing Tongmai Sini Decoction plus Evodia rutaecarpa and cinnamon." As he spoke, Mr. Yang began to write a prescription, and handed it to Lu's family after he wrote it. This is a sign of getting rid of the disease, a glimmer of life, and it is hoped to be restored.”[

Fang Monan couldn't stop nodding when he heard what Elder Yang said. If she prescribed a prescription, it would be Tongmai Sini Decoction, a prescription for warming the interior and restoring yang.

This prescription focuses on the dosage of aconite. Han Feixia, a native of Luzhou in the Ming Dynasty, said in "Yi Tong": "Aconite returns to Yang, and it makes great achievements." Suffering from illness.Zhang Jingyue, a doctor in the Ming Dynasty, listed aconite, ginseng, rehmannia glutinosa, and rhubarb as the four elements of medicine.The four dimensions of medicine, that is, the medicine that cures diseases and preserves life, fully expresses the importance of aconite.However, aconite is very hot and poisonous, and its medicinal properties are severe. It is regarded as a serious medicine, and it is not scruples to use it.

Fang Monan muttered in a low voice, "I don't know if the amount of aconite is enough."

As soon as Fang Monan finished speaking, Elder Yang's gaze shot over, fierce but not arrogant, Fang Monan looked at him calmly.Xindao, this old man with good ears and eyes is well maintained!

Old Yang smiled, "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 the prescription and looked at it.

Everyone wondered why Mr. Yang did this, what does a little girl know, but no one is in the mood to care about these things at the moment.

The prescription reads: 30g of ginger, 16g of cinnamon (ground into powder, soaked in water), 26g of Poria cocos, 6g of Evodia rutaecarpa, 6g of licorice.

Fang Monan frowned slightly, the dosage of Baifu Tablets was still not enough, and the medication was conservative.

"Why, do you have any questions?" Elder Yang never left Fang Monan's face, so she frowned slightly, and he asked immediately.

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

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