A doctor who travels through two eras

Chapter 89: Three Treasures of Chinese Medicine for Rejuvenation

In the intensive care unit
Doctor Mao, with a head full of white hair, took the plum blossom needle and gave the patient several injections on the twelve Jing points and ten Xuan points, which made the young doctors next to him feel painful.

"Xiao Fu, you do the bleeding, be careful not to use too much force."

"Good teacher."

Then, Doctor Mao took out a set of silver needles and performed acupuncture on the patient's Ren Zhong, Hegu, Taichong, Dazhui and other acupuncture points, gently rotating them while inserting the needles.

Outside the ward, family members held their breath through the glass.

Inside the ward, all the doctors were quietly waiting for the results of the treatment. After all, different professions are like different worlds, and the young doctors who studied Western medicine still had some wariness of traditional Chinese medicine.

After Doctor Mao gave him a few injections, the patient, who had been twitching continuously, gradually calmed down.

The effect is immediate.

Outside the ward, Jiang Meilan covered her mouth with her hand. Seeing that her son had finally overcome another difficult time, she burst into tears with heartache.

Sun Shu clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were red, and he wished he could replace his son.

The other family members had tears in their eyes and kept praying to the gods and ancestors.

In the ward, the young doctors were all stunned. They looked at each other and saw disbelief in each other's eyes.

"Just a few injections can cure the convulsion?"

"Wow, is this true? How can a tranquilizer injection be useless? Is acupuncture so magical?"

"Isn't it just a coincidence? The twitching just now should have stopped, right?"

Although the young doctors' voices were very low, they still reached the ears of several big experts nearby. Li Ruiqi turned around and glared fiercely at the gossiping young doctors.

Director Xu Huanghui couldn't wait to ask:

"Teacher Mao, is there still hope for this child?"

Mr. Mao shook his head gently: "I have only temporarily controlled the condition. I haven't done a systematic diagnosis yet. I will communicate with you later."

After saying that, Mr. Mao took the little patient's hands, placed three fingers of each hand on the pulse, and began to take the pulse with both hands.

The ward was also quiet, with only the occasional beeping sound from the monitoring machine.

About a quarter of an hour later, Mr. Mao put down the little patient's hand, covered the quilt lightly, and then stood up straight. His white hair was so eye-catching.

The doctors in the ward and the family members outside the ward all looked at the old doctor anxiously.

"Since you have invited me here, I will naturally not hold back. I know the patient's condition well. Let me set the tone first. The condition is very serious. It can be said that his life is hanging by a thread. He may die at any time..."

Jiang Meilan was about to burst into tears outside the ward when she suddenly heard two more words coming from the loudspeaker:
"but……"

Upon hearing these two words, Director Xu Huanghui, whose heart was about to jump out of her chest, felt her legs go weak and she complained in her heart, "Old man, could you please not beat around the bush when you speak?"

"But the patient can still be saved. It's not the last moment yet!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes lit up. Director Li Ruiqi knew the real ability of this old man Mao, so he quickly said respectfully:
"Teacher Mao, we don't know much about Chinese medicine, but if you say there is hope, then there must be hope, so please help us."

Mr. Mao smiled bitterly:
"There is still hope, but it's a pity that life-saving medicine is hard to come by now." Xu Huanghui's hope, which had just risen, was shattered again. She was about to cry:
"Teacher Mao, don't be so scary."

Mr. Mao was helped by Li Ruiqi to sit on a stool, and then he explained to the doctors on the scene:
"The patient's condition is diagnosed as 'typhoid fever with fright' by our traditional Chinese medicine diagnosis.

Typhoid fever is caused by cold air invading the skin and attacking the blood and qi, which closes the pores and prevents the qi from being released, accumulating and generating heat. If there is also shock, it is caused by heat attacking the heart. The heart governs the blood vessels. The patient's blood and qi are weak, and the mind is easily agitated, which is attacked by heat, causing shock. If the shock does not stop, it will turn into epilepsy. "

Both the senior and junior doctors in the ward nodded slightly, but only they themselves knew whether they understood or not.

Many young doctors thought that this was clearly a mysterious book, and many more believed that it was nonsense and that they were just pretending to be serious because they were older and respected you.

Mr. Mao was really capable, but he rarely had the opportunity to show off in front of Western doctors, so he began to shake his head and wag his tail:
"The patient is weak, the middle burner is blocked, dampness and heat are stagnant, phlegm and turbidity cover the pericardium, the mind is confused, and the liver wind is aroused, resulting in acute convulsions.

Although the causes of acute convulsions are different, they all have a sudden onset, rapid spread, and dangerous symptoms. Symptoms include sudden high fever, red face and lips, irritability, coma, phlegm and shortness of breath, clenched jaws, convulsions, hypertelorism, rapid pulse, and purple fingerprints.

The main pathogenesis of this disease is the mutual influence of heat, phlegm, fright and wind, which are mutually causal. The main disease location is in the heart and liver meridians, so the treatment principles are clearing heat, resolving phlegm, calming fright and stopping wind. "

Although Li Ruiqi is the director of the Department of Critical Care Medicine and studied Western medicine, he also has some knowledge of Chinese medicine. At this time, he asked:
"Teacher Mao, since you have already understood the causes of the disease and the principles of treatment, why do you say that treatment is difficult?"

"No, to be exact, it's not the treatment that's difficult, it's the herbs that are difficult."

Mr. Mao stood up, took a few steps, and then announced the answer:

"When the acute wind evil is trapped in the pericardium, it is necessary to quickly open the orifices to wake the patient up as soon as possible. The first choice of Chinese medicine for opening the orifices is the "Three Treasures": Angong Niuhuang Pills, Zixue Pills, and Zhibao Pills.

The three medicines have the functions of clearing the heart and opening the orifices, cooling and relieving heat and toxicity. Their main indications are similar, but each has its own emphasis. Among them, Angong Niuhuang Wan is the best and most appropriate, followed by Zixue, and then Zhibao.

So if you want to save the patient, you must use one of these three drugs now."

Angong Niuhuang Pills, Zixue Pills, Zhibao Pills...

Everyone was frowning and thinking, but the young doctors were more flexible and immediately took out their mobile phones to search on major drug purchasing apps.

A young doctor shouted excitedly:

"Teacher Mao, I searched and found that a certain group of people who buy medicine have these three kinds of medicine. The Huichuntang Pharmacy not far from us sells them, and they can also deliver them to your door!"

"Oh, it looks like the patient is saved!"

When Sun Shu, who was outside the ward, heard this, he felt an endless surge of hope in his heart. Just as he was about to ask his relatives to help him go out and buy some, suddenly, Mr. Mao's voice came from the loudspeaker again:

"You guys are not thoughtful. Since I dare to say that medicinal materials are difficult to obtain, it means that the Angong Niuhuang Pills, Zixue Pills, and Zhibao Pills on the market are useless. Only pills produced before 1989 are effective."

As soon as Mr. Mao finished his words, the young doctors behind him refused to listen.

"what???"

"Why???"

"Before 1989, those were medicines from more than 30 years ago. Even if you could buy them, they would have expired!!!"

"Then it's useless to say that. Who can get Chinese medicine from decades ago?"

Director Li Ruiqi turned around and glared at the young doctors again, signaling them to speak less.

(End of this chapter)