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

Chapter 508 Lin Huiyin is ill? There is no specific medicine for tuberculosis!

Lin Huiyin has been weak and sickly since childhood.

In 1930, shortly after her marriage to Liang Sicheng, she went to teach at Northeastern University. The cold weather in Northeast China made her frail body unable to bear it.

Several people stood beside the bed in the room, and Liang Sicheng said with some annoyance.

"Last year, Huiyin was diagnosed with lung disease, but it had not been confirmed in Shengjing at the time. The doctor said it was the root cause of the disease left by years of traveling outside, plus she was already weak.

I thought about finding a hospital to give her a physical examination after we get to Beijing. She hasn't had any symptoms recently. I'm afraid she drank too much rice wine today and talked with everyone, so she got a little excited."

Liang Sicheng became more and more worried as he spoke, and his eyes turned red.

Bao Guowei frowned and reminded, "People with lung disease should not drink alcohol."

"Yellow wine is warm in nature. I consulted an old Chinese doctor before, and he said that Huiyin was weak and had a cold constitution, so she had a persistent cough. Drinking it warm can dissolve phlegm, relieve cough, and nourish the body."

The more Liang Sicheng spoke, the less confident he became, because he noticed Bao Guowei's speechless look.

"You two are professors, and you are well-educated scholars. How could this happen?"

But in the end, Bao Guowei did not blame too much.

Actually, we can't blame them entirely.

Every profession has its specialties. If you are not a professional doctor, even if you have read a lot of books, you will still have wrong ideas.

Even in the information-rich age of later generations, stories of PhDs making vulgar jokes when crossing disciplines still exist.

Western medicine during this period was not considered advanced. Antibiotics such as penicillin had not yet been introduced. It was discovered that bacteria caused diseases, but viruses had not yet been recognized. Western medicine was also not comprehensive in terms of surgery, drug application, and understanding of human physiological functions.

Therefore, more people in the Republic of China will still choose traditional Chinese medicine.

However, Traditional Chinese Medicine relies heavily on experience, and although there are still a group of physicians with outstanding abilities, there are also some "barefoot doctors" who are deceptive and have backward ideas mixed in, making Traditional Chinese Medicine less reliable.

In short, during this period in the early twentieth century, for ordinary people, falling ill was actually no different from being at the gates of hell.

Lin Huiyin's conditions were relatively good. The income from her and her husband's work as professors was enough to provide them with a warm home and good nutrition.

If this happened to ordinary people, dying young would basically be the end result.

Xu Zhimo was also shocked. From the moment Lin Huiyin fell down to the moment Bao Guowei and Liang Sicheng brought her into the house to take care of her.

At that moment, Xu Zhimo panicked.

This was the first time he saw a familiar person fall down in front of him.

Xu Zhimo even felt that Lin Huiyin was about to die in front of him, but in the end, everything was good. After entering the warm house and covering herself with the quilt, Lin Huiyin's pale face regained some color and her breathing became even.

It looks like there's nothing serious going on.

However, Xu Zhimo still suggested, "I know a doctor in a German hospital. Otherwise, we can ask a German to come up and take a look. Huiyin's illness could be serious or minor, and it cannot be delayed."

While everyone was discussing, Lin Huiyin, who was lying on the bed, woke up in a daze.

As soon as she heard Xu Zhimo suggest going to the German hospital, she immediately spoke in a weak voice.

"No."

Noticing that Lin Huiyin had woken up, Liang Sicheng immediately stepped forward and asked with concern: "Huiyin, how do you feel?"

But Lin Huiyin continued, "It's better not to go to the German hospital."

When Xu Zhimo heard Lin Huiyin say this, he suddenly became anxious and pointed at the couple.

"You two are sick but you are reluctant to seek medical treatment. Although German hospitals are a bit expensive, what is more important than your health? You two are professors and writers, so you should have enough income to afford it."

Liang Sicheng remained silent, obviously determined to take Lin Huiyin to the hospital.

But Lin Huiyin still said.

"No, I know my condition well. Even if I go to a German hospital, I'm afraid I won't be able to recover. Besides, if I go to a German hospital, it will be difficult to carry out ancient architecture research in the future."

Historically, Lin Huiyin suffered from tuberculosis, an incurable disease at the time, commonly known as "pulmonary tuberculosis".

At this time, although it has not been confirmed, even if it is common pneumonia, there is no specific medicine to treat it.

Therefore, they would rather find some unreliable Chinese medicine doctors than spend money to go to the hospital for treatment.

"This money," Xu Zhimo sighed.

He wanted to say something else, but he remembered that German hospitals charged a lot of money. A course of treatment would cost one or two thousand silver dollars.

Hospitals in the Republic of China were simply not affordable for ordinary people.

Even Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng, who were considered wealthy and well-paid intellectuals, did not dare to see a doctor casually.

In particular, the two of them have always had an ideal, which is to travel all over China to record those ancient Chinese buildings that are about to be destroyed and disappeared.

Even Peking University and Tsinghua University can only provide limited support under the current circumstances.

For this ideal, Lin Huiyin would rather endure the pain.

The most important thing is that this is very likely an incurable disease.

In contrast, even if you spend money to see a doctor, it is difficult to recover.

It’s better not to go.

It is better to save the money and do something meaningful.

"I know some Chinese medicine practitioners. They can prescribe some medicine for you to take. I don't think it's a big deal." Lin Huiyin said gently.

After all, she was a kind person. She was afraid that her husband and friends would worry, so she comforted them instead.

"No."

Liang Sicheng was in a dilemma. He really wanted to make up his mind and take Lin Huiyin for a full body check-up.

However, the study of ancient architecture is indeed the lifelong ideal of the two people, and they are even willing to sacrifice their lives for it.

Even many university professors live in poverty. Their salaries may seem high, but they are not paid in full every year.

Delays or even non-payment are possible.

Scholars in the Republic of China period did have a high status, but due to the development of the times, their status was not as comfortable as later generations imagined.

Liang Sicheng worked his best, but he only earned five or six hundred silver dollars a year.

This amount of income is just a drop in the bucket in a hospital in Peking.

There were few public hospitals in the Republic of China, and many of them were funded by foreigners. They didn't care whether you had money or not, their ultimate purpose was to make a profit.

Being able to distribute some cheap basic medicines to civilians from time to time is already considered a great mercy.

Just when the issue reached a stalemate, Bao Guowei finally spoke.

"I know a good doctor."

"Doctor? Are you in Peking?" Xu Zhimo was a little surprised. "Bingwen, you have been in Peking for less than a month, right?"

Xu Zhimo knew that when Bao Guowei was in the south, he had a good relationship with some medical professors.

But is there any in Beijing?
Bao Guowei smiled slightly, walked to the table beside him, picked up a pen and paper and wrote a letter casually.

He called Cao Yanhai over from outside and gave him instructions.

"Give this letter to Mr. Wu Lien-teh of the Peking Central Hospital. After reading the letter, he should come with you."

Cao Yanhai had no doubts at all. He took the letter, patted his chest, and went out to drive.

Walking back into the house, Xu Zhimo said with a little surprise: "Bingwen, you actually know Mr. Wu Lien-teh?" Wu Lien-teh is now the director of the Peking Central Hospital. He is famous for his control of the plague in Northeast China 20 years ago, and he invented the Wu mask, which was very famous at the time.

As the dean, it was extremely difficult to invite Wu Lien-teh to Peking. Without some influence, he could not be invited even if he had money.

Bao Guowei smiled and said: "No one is better than Mr. Wu Lien-teh in treating respiratory diseases, not even the Germans."

He touched his chin and explained calmly, "As for how I know him, I had some correspondence with this gentleman when I was researching allicin. I believe he will give me some face, right?"

The muscles on Xu Zhimo's face twitched suddenly. He almost forgot that Bao Guowei was the first discoverer of allicin and he also funded the research of allicin.

The income that the patent fees for allicin bring to Bao Guowei in one year must be incalculable, right?
Damn it! He got it again!
Xu Zhimo felt annoyed.

"Really? Or should we just forget it?"

Lin Huiyin, lying on the bed, couldn't help but feel a little worried when she saw that Bao Guowei had made the decision without any discussion.

Bao Guowei shook his head and said, "Mr. Wu Lien-teh is a good man. I think you are most likely suffering from tuberculosis. You should ask him to come and take a look. He is an authority in this area.

As for the expenses, I will cover them all."

"No!" Liang Sicheng was still very clear-headed, and he said seriously. "Bingwen, no matter how rich you are, it is not your duty to help us. This is a loan from us, and we will definitely pay it back in the future."

Once interests and money are involved between friends, conflicts are likely to arise when the balance is no longer there.

Liang Sicheng knew this truth.

Bao Guowei proposed a plan and said: "Just consider it as my investment in your ancient architecture research. If you publish a book or have any research results in the future, please share them with me as soon as possible.

I am not giving this money for nothing, I also want the right to be named, what should I write? This research depends on the funding of my close friend Bao Bingwen. "

"This"

Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng looked at each other in surprise. They did not expect Bao Guowei to propose this plan.

They are not fools. Bao Guowei is already famous all over the world. Does he still need this little bit of reputation?

It's nothing more than finding a reason to help myself.

"Okay, okay, don't waste your time." Bao Guowei said seriously. "I am doing my part to protect ancient Chinese architecture."

Xu Zhimo also said cheerfully: "You two should not postpone it, Bingwen also has good intentions."

Having said that, Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin had no choice but to agree.

A few people chatted in the house for a while, and within half an hour, the sound of a car braking was heard outside the door.

After a while, Cao Yanhai escorted in a middle-aged man in a suit.

Wu Lien-teh's hair had some silver strands and was combed meticulously. He was thin, but he exuded a sense of affinity.

As soon as he saw Bao Guowei, he immediately smiled and spoke in Chinese with a Southeast Asian accent.

"You must be Mr. Bao, you are really young and promising."

Bao Guowei said politely: "It's my first time meeting you, sir. I didn't expect you to be so energetic as well."

Wu Lien-teh was 52 years old at the time, which was considered an old man in that era. He was also the first modern Chinese medical researcher recognized by the world, and the first Chinese to become a Nobel Prize candidate.

Since Wu Lien-teh took control of the plague, he has held important positions in various relevant agencies of the National Government. The director of the Peking Central Hospital was just one of his positions.

Of course, Bao Guowei is also famous. From the invention of allicin to the epidemic prevention method, he can be as famous as the other one if he is singled out.

The two men appreciated each other and often exchanged letters. Bao Guowei would also reveal some advanced epidemic prevention methods from later generations to the other party.

Wu Lien-teh nodded. It was his first time meeting Bao Guowei, and he had many questions about infectious diseases in his mind. He wanted to ask Bao Guowei, this "medical genius", but when he saw the patient on the bed not far away, his sense of responsibility as a doctor prevailed.

He took out a mask from his bag and put it on himself.

"Come, let's see the patient first."

The accompanying assistant immediately followed and took out a few masks from his bag and handed them to Bao Guowei and the other two.

This mask is the same style that Bao Guowei designed in the south.

Bao Guowei and the other two were a little anxious at first, but they forgot that tuberculosis would inevitably be contagious.

It’s just that Lin Huiyin suddenly fainted and the others didn’t react at all.

Wu Lien-teh came to Lin Huiyin's bedside and briefly asked about her symptoms since she became ill and her daily living habits.

Several of them had heard of Wu Lien-teh's name, and when Lin Huiyin heard the questions, she described them seriously.

He observed Lin Huiyin's expression again.

As they arrived in a hurry, Wu Lien-teh did not wear any instruments, and just did some basic examinations.

"Professor Wu, how is my wife?"

Seeing that the inspection was completed, Liang Sicheng asked anxiously.

Wu Lien-teh said expressionlessly: "The patient is weak and has been living an irregular life for many years. I heard that you have been drinking recently?"

Liang Sicheng said with great regret: "It's all my fault."

Wu Lien-teh continued, "It is difficult to judge the specific condition. It should be some lung infection, not very serious, probably pneumonia or early stage of tuberculosis. The fainting is probably due to physical constitution. We need to go to the hospital for sputum test, blood test, and X-ray examination is also necessary."

After hearing Wu Lien-teh's words, everyone felt relieved.

"Professor Wu, what is the probability that I have tuberculosis? Will it be contagious to other people?"

Lin Huiyin was worried that she had tuberculosis, so wouldn't that mean she was infecting her other friends?
Moreover, in the concept of the people of the Republic of China, tuberculosis has always been an incurable disease.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out." Wu Lien-teh was very rigorous. Even with his rich experience, it was difficult for him to directly determine the specific condition of the disease.

In this era, X-ray is an important means of diagnosing pulmonary tuberculosis.

"However," Wu Lien-teh also reassured everyone. "Looking at the situation, even if it is pulmonary tuberculosis, it is in the early stage of the disease, and the tuberculosis bacteria have not entered the bronchi, so the infectiousness is not that strong. Just remember to wear a mask."

"Thank you, Professor."

Only then did Lin Huiyin breathe a sigh of relief.

Wu Lien-teh did not prescribe any specific medicine, but only asked Lin Huiyin to go to the Peking Central Hospital for a check-up when she had time. He then left her some vitamin tablets and told her to lead a regular life.

Wu Lien-teh pointed at Bao Guowei and said with a smile: "In terms of nutrition and physical science conditioning, Bingwen is much more professional than me. You can consult him."

Everyone turned their eyes to Bao Guowei, almost forgetting that he was the first person to propose systematic nutrition.

Liang Sicheng was still a little worried: "Professor Wu, don't you need to prescribe some medicine?"

The doctors he had seen before would all prescribe a lot of medicines, especially Chinese medicine doctors, which required buying piles of treatment drugs.

Wu Lien-teh said seriously: "It is impossible to prescribe medicine before the condition is confirmed. Besides..."

Having said that, even he felt a little helpless.

"There is no specific medicine for pneumonia and tuberculosis, especially for the latter. Even if you are in good conditions and have adequate nutrition, you can only delay the onset of the disease. Your body will collapse little by little, and multiple cavities will form in your lungs."

Seeing that Liang Sicheng looked very depressed, Wu Lien-teh also comforted him.

"Science is developing very fast nowadays, who knows, maybe there will be a specific medicine in a few years?
I heard that a special medicine against bacterial diseases has become popular in the south, called allicin, but it is only produced in the south and the production is insufficient. It is difficult to get it in Beijing. If there is such a medicine,

At this time, Wu Lien-teh suddenly realized something, looked at Bao Guowei and said.

"Hey~ Isn't the gentleman who invented allicin right in front of us?"

(End of this chapter)