Chapter 285 - Critically Ill Patients
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In 22 natural villages in Gushan Town, nearly 10,000 farmers and medicinal material cooperatives have signed contracts for planting medicinal materials.
When autumn arrived, the entire Gushan Town was boiling, and the medicine farmers of each household received more than 10,000 yuan for medicinal materials. They are the first batch of 10,000 yuan households among the farmers in Gushan Town.
At that time, due to the modern high-tech pharmaceutical factory of Qingling Pharmaceutical Group in Fushan New Industrial Park, the cooperative's medicinal materials were rapidly expanded to scale production. Almost all the remote towns and villages have participated in the medicinal material cooperatives, so that the farmers in the entire Fushan County, under the leadership of Qingling Pharmaceutical, have really become rich.
That's all for later.
All morning, Kang Jing and his staff were busy.
Ouyang Zhiyuan went to the medicinal herb wholesale market, and he was going to find Zhu Wencai, a holy hand Chinese medicine doctor.
Ouyang Zhiyuan found a two-story small building in the Longhai flowers, birds, fish, insects and antique market, and was ready to buy it.
Since Zhu Wencai got Ouyang Zhiyuan's guidance, his medical skills have improved by leaps and bounds, every day in front of his pharmacy, there are people who come to see a doctor, and many patients from other provinces, under the introduction of medicinal herb merchants, are admiring him.
Zhu Wencai had been sick for two hours, and he was already tired with a sore back and legs, at this time, an extended business car slowly stopped, and four young men, carrying a stretcher, walked down, followed by an elegant middle-aged man in his forties wearing gold-wire glasses, and several bodyguards.
This posture is not an ordinary person at first glance.
As soon as the stretcher got off the bus, the elegant middle-aged man held the hand that had been skinny on the stretcher, and gently covered the old man with a quilt in his eyes.
This is a dutiful son.
Zhu Wencai, who was drinking water, had already seen all this.
When Zhu Wencai was seven years old, his parents died of illness in the same year, and Zhu Wencai, who had lost his relatives, wandered to Gushan Town and was taken in by an old Chinese medicine doctor. Zhu Wencai is the same as the old Chinese medicine doctor.
Because Zhu Wencai has lost the love of his parents since he was a child, he has always been very envious of those who are parents, and he respects those who honor his parents even more.
Originally, due to his age, Zhu Wencai could only see patients for two hours in the morning, and if there were still patients, he could only see them in the afternoon.
When the elegant middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses saw that his watch was already more than ten o'clock, his face suddenly showed an anxious expression.
Because the old man was too ill, along the way, the middle-aged man who drove the car himself drove the car very slowly, trying to keep it smooth and not bumpy, so when he came here, it was already past 10 o'clock.
An elegant middle-aged man obviously knows Zhu Wencai's rules. Besides, he also saw Zhu Wencai's face full of tiredness, and he was drinking tea and resting.
The middle-aged man asked the four young men to put down their stretchers at the door and take a break.
At this time, the old man began to cough violently, a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck in his throat, he couldn't cough it out, his face was bruised, and his entire chest rose and fell violently.
"It's not good, this mouthful of phlegm is stuck in the old man's trachea, if you don't cough up this mouthful of thick phlegm, this person can't get up in one breath, and it's over.
Zhu Wencai immediately walked over and slapped the old man's back with a palm, but the thick phlegm had not yet coughed out. At this time, the old man's whole body had begun to convulse, he rolled his eyes, and was about to suffocate to death immediately.
"Cover the patient's nose and immediately suck her out with your mouth. β
Zhu Wencai shouted loudly.
The elegant middle-aged man was already in a cold sweat, and as soon as he heard that the doctor asked him to suck phlegm on his mother, he immediately covered his mother's nose without hesitation, put his mouth at his mother's mouth, and inhaled sharply.
At the same time, Zhu Wencai slapped the old man's back again.
"Poof!"
A mouthful of thick phlegm was sucked into his mouth by the middle-aged man.
The old man's trachea was finally opened, and he coughed violently, his chest heaved violently, and he gasped.
The middle-aged man did not dislike it at all, quickly took out the handkerchief, spit out the thick phlegm that had been sucked from his mother's throat, spit it into the handkerchief, and put the handkerchief in his pocket again.
Everyone was moved by the middle-aged man's filial piety and cultivation, and people couldn't help but applaud.
The middle-aged man hurriedly rubbed his mother's chest, and the old man's face slowly recovered.
"Bring your mother in and I'll treat her. β
Zhu Wencai was touched by the middle-aged man's filial piety, and he broke his rules today and decided to see this patient in advance. He knew that the old man was not lightly ill, and he was afraid that there was no hope of treatment.
When the middle-aged man heard that the doctor broke the rules and wanted to show his mother's life, he was immediately excited, and hurriedly said, "Thank you, Dr. Zhu." β
"Mother, yours is saved, Dr. Zhu will show you now. β
The old man groaned and nodded tiredly.
Four young men carried the old man in and laid him on a bed.
Zhu Wencai put his finger on the old man's wrist.
The old man's pulse had begun to scatter, and it was time for the lamp to run out. Zhu Wencai didn't say anything, stood up, walked to the room inside, and nodded at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man followed Zhu Wencai into the back room.
"Your mother is in the hospital, she has been in the hospital for a long time, she has been delayed, it is time for the lamp to run out, you are late, if you can come half a year in advance, I can take care of your mother's illness. β
Zhu Wencai shook his head regretfully.
As soon as the middle-aged man heard Zhu Wencai say this, tears immediately flowed out, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, and said with tears: "Please, doctor, save my mother, I was separated from my mother since I was a child, and my mother traveled almost all over China in order to find me, and suffered a lot. Two years ago, his old man finally found me, but her old man collapsed in order to find me, she was an old man, she didn't live a good life for a few days, and I haven't come to be very filial to her old man, please, doctor. β
Middle-aged tears rained down.
Zhu Wencai sighed and said: "I know that you are a filial son, but unfortunately my medical skills are limited, let me introduce you to a doctor, maybe he may be able to cure your mother." β
When the middle-aged man heard this, he was immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly said, "Sir, tell me quickly, which doctor is it?"
Before Zhu Wen could speak, Ouyang Zhiyuan's voice had already come from outside: "Hehe, Brother Zhu, I'm here." β
As soon as Zhu Wencai heard Ouyang Zhiyuan's voice, he immediately said in ecstasy: "Your mother is saved." β
When Ouyang Zhiyuan came to Zhu Wencai's pharmacy, he saw a lot of people gathered at the door.
Ouyang Zhiyuan slowly walked into the pharmacy and saw an old man with a slethered face, lying on a stretcher, still wheezing violently in his chest, and it seemed that he was not lightly ill.
Ouyang Zhiyuan shouted, and saw that Zhu Wencai and an elegant middle-aged man with gold-wire glasses walked out, and there were tears on the middle-aged man's face.
"Hehe, Zhiyuan, I was about to call you, there is a patient, you can take a look. β
Zhu Wencai smiled bitterly.
The middle-aged man originally thought that Zhu Daifu was definitely introducing an old Chinese medicine doctor with a high moral standing and a white beard, but it was a young man standing in front of him, which made him hesitate for a moment, and his eyes couldn't help showing a look of disappointment.
Zhu Wencai saw that the middle-aged man didn't take the initiative to salute Ouyang Zhiyuan, and said with a cold face: "Your mother's illness depends on this doctor, why don't you go to the salute soon?"
Zhu Wencai himself has great respect for Ouyang Zhiyuan, many of his medical skills and prescriptions, as well as acupuncture, were taught by Ouyang Zhiyuan.
Only then did Zhu Wen know that Ouyang Zhiyuan had a set of acupuncture methods that could stimulate people's internal potential and vitality, and this acupuncture method should be supported by strong internal force, but it was a pity that he didn't know martial arts and couldn't learn this kind of acupuncture.
If you want to cure her illness, you must stimulate her internal potential to synthesize vitality, and then, slowly conditioning with medicine, the old man can live for five or six years without any problems.
When the middle-aged man heard Zhu Daifu say this, he hurriedly stepped forward and bowed and said, "Plead, sir, save my mother's life." β
Ouyang Zhiyuan had already seen that this middle-aged man didn't believe in his medical skills, and he couldn't help but laugh in his heart. Behind this man, he actually had a bodyguard, and he must be a successful person.
Ouyang Zhiyuan nodded, looked at the old man who was wheezing violently and her sallow face, frowned and said, "Your mother has been hospitalized for almost two years, and her body is too weak, and any experienced Chinese medicine doctor would not dare to take medicine, right?"
The middle-aged man's face changed, and he nodded hurriedly and said: "Doctor, what you said is right, my mother has been hospitalized for nearly two years, and I have come to all the big hospitals in the country, but my mother's illness is getting worse and worse, and later, the medicine has no effect, and no one in the Chinese medicine doctor dares to prescribe medicine." I, Huo Tiancheng, beg you, save my mother, I will be a cow and a horse in the next life, I Huo Tiancheng is willing. β
The middle-aged man spoke, and knelt down suddenly. This person's surname is Huo.
Huo Tiancheng saw that this young man had not yet looked at the pulse, and he could know that his mother had been hospitalized for two years, and the Chinese medicine doctor did not dare to prescribe prescriptions.
Huo Tiancheng hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged Ouyang Zhiyuan to save his mother.
Ouyang Zhiyuan said: "Get up, I may not be able to cure your mother's illness, I'll take a look first." β
Huo Tiancheng hurriedly moved a chair for Ouyang Zhiyuan and placed it in front of his mother's bed.
Ouyang Zhiyuan sat on the chair and put his fingers on the old man's wrist.
The old man's pulse was extremely chaotic, and his whole body was lifeless, almost to the point where the lamp ran out.
"Your mother suffered from the wind and cold, and also suffered from damp heat, alternating between hot and cold, and all her internal organs were damaged, and your mother ran too many places, and her worries and fatigue accumulated for a long time. β
Ouyang Zhiyuan looked at Huo Tiancheng.