Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 219: Seven Deadly Pulses in Emergency (Subscription Plus)

Fangyan took the file bag handed to him by Mr. Cheng and felt a familiar touch as soon as he touched it.

There should be money in it, the amount should be around 1000.

"I have applied for a portion of the funding for that research project for you." Mr. Cheng said to Fang Yan.

Some things cannot be explained too clearly here, but the dialect can be understood.

They had originally planned to spend a lot of money to obtain this set of basic theories from abroad, but Fangyan directly took and sorted out a set of basic theories and gave it to the research institute for free, so that part of the previous research funds was saved.

It was reasonable for Mr. Cheng to apply for a part of it and give it to Fangyan.

"Thank you, Director Cheng." Fang Yan smiled and thanked Mr. Cheng.

"Just don't think it's too little." Old Cheng said to him.

"No, no." Fang Yan shook his head repeatedly.

Being able to apply for so much funding these days is already quite good. Compared to "an atomic bomb costs ten dollars, a hydrogen bomb costs ten dollars," it is really much higher.

If Fangyan really wants to exchange it for money, he has plenty of ways to do it.

When the things were given away for free, he was already able to accept the result of getting no benefit at all.

However, Mr. Cheng was still very particular. Not only did he increase his salary, he also applied for a bonus.

"Okay, I've delivered the stuff, I'll go back first." Mr. Cheng was always efficient in his work, he would leave as soon as he finished his work.

"Wait a moment." Fang Yan called out to Mr. Cheng and said to him:

"Please bring back some wedding candy and cigarettes."

When Old Cheng saw the big bag of wedding candy and cigarettes in Fangyan's hand, he smiled at him and said:
"Haha, then fill more for me, at least make sure everyone in the research team can have one."

"Okay, no problem." Fang Yan immediately grabbed two big handfuls, and Cheng Lao's pockets were filled up.

Just as Cheng Lao laughed and said congratulations to Fang Yan, he suddenly heard a voice behind him:
"Let... let..."

"Doctor Fang, Doctor Fang!"

"Help!"

Old Cheng quickly made way from the door, and then he saw an old man running in in a hurry, shouting for help in Fangyan with an anxious look on his face.

Fang Yan looked carefully and found that it was Mr. Duan who had been treating his rheumatism.

His rheumatism had improved a lot in the past few days, and he hadn't come here for several days. I didn't expect him to call for help as soon as he came.

When Fang Yan saw him like this, he thought he was sick and asked hurriedly:

"Hey, Mr. Duan, what's wrong with you?"

Mr. Duan panted, waved his hands and said:
"I... I'm fine, my comrade is sick... Please take a look..."

As he said this, he pointed outside.

Behind him, his neighbor carried in an old man with gray hair.

As soon as he opened his mouth he said:

"Doctor Fang, Doctor Fang, please take a look, the person has fainted."

"I think it's almost over."

Fangyan took a look and found that the old man's face was blue, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was a look of death on his forehead and cheeks. He quickly asked them to carry the man to the acupuncture bed in the back hall.

Jia Dapeng turned on the light in the back hall and brought a flashlight to Fangyan.

Fangyan began to examine the patient in the light.

The patient's breathing is very weak and rapid, and a "gurgling" sound of phlegm can be heard in the throat.

His lips turned purple, and Fangyan opened his mouth and found that it was filled with white phlegm and saliva.

I couldn't see the tongue coating clearly.

While grabbing the spittoon to clean out the stuff stuck in his mouth, Fang Yan asked Mr. Duan:
"When did he become ill?"

Mr. Duan said nervously:

"I...I don't know."

"He came to see me yesterday. We hadn't seen each other for a long time, so we drank and chatted until late at night. Then he said he felt a little hot, so I asked him to take a cold shower."

"After taking a shower, he said he felt comfortable, and then we both went to bed."

"Everything was fine before going to bed."

"As soon as I woke up just now, I went to call him to have breakfast, and then I saw him like this." Fang Yan nodded.

At this time, he saw Mr. Cheng, who was about to leave, also walked in and pointed at the patient's hand at him.

Fangyan followed his instructions and found that the patient's hand was swollen, and each nail was purple-black as if it had been pressed by a heavy object.

It looks just like the zombie claws in a zombie movie.

Fangyan looked at his feet again and saw similar symptoms.

"Dapeng, press the patient's legs!"

When Jia Dapeng heard Fangyan's words, he hurried over and pressed the patient's leg. He then found that the patient's leg seemed to be rotten, and a white dent appeared which could not be restored for a long time.

Seeing this scene, Fangyan's heart sank even more. He took the flashlight and looked into the patient's mouth. Now the phlegm and saliva had been picked out, and Fangyan could see the tongue inside.

The tongue is thick, the tongue coating is gray, and some stripes can be vaguely seen on both sides of the tongue.

At this moment Jia Dapeng suddenly shouted:

"The patient peed!"

Fangyan saw that the patient was incontinent and had urine coming out through his pants.

After putting the patient's head down, Fangyan came to the patient, touched his arm, and then his feet.

Then he muttered:

"Cold breath from mouth and nose, hands colder than elbows, feet colder than knees, urinary incontinence..."

He remembered that this symptom seemed very similar to a classic medical case in his previous life, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

Fang Yan said to the panicked Duan Lao:
"Has he been ill before?"

"Yes, I was hit by a bullet in a war and have had lung problems for many years. However, the disease only recurs in winter every year..." Mr. Duan replied.

Halfway through his speech, he immediately reacted:
"Did I make him take a cold shower?"

Seeing his expression, Fang Yan quickly advised:

"Don't worry, it's not your problem."

At this time, Mr. Duan was already extremely anxious.

Fangyan simply had someone take him out and started to take his pulse.

The result was just as he expected; the patient's pulse was so weak that it was almost impossible to diagnose him.

He took a deep breath and used Tai Chi techniques to force himself to calm down, and now he finally felt the pulse.

After a while, when Fangyan finished his diagnosis, Mr. Cheng asked him:
"How about it?"

Fang Yan looked around and confirmed that Mr. Duan was not there, then he said:

"The pulse is scattered, and there are two of the seven strange pulses, the sparrow pecking pulse and the roof leaking pulse."

"Seven strange pulses" is the name in medical books. Among the people, it is more appropriately called "seven dead pulses", which means that people with these pulses are almost dead.

The sparrow pecking pulse is clearer between the tendons and muscles, beating rapidly and continuously under the fingers and then stopping suddenly, like a sparrow pecking at food, beating rapidly three times in a row and then stopping once.

Leaky pulse: the pulse takes a long time to beat, and the intervals are uneven, slow and weak, like water leaking from a roof, with only one drop after a long time. It is usually a sign that the stomach qi, nutrient and defensive systems are about to be exhausted.

The appearance of the two of them together reminded Fangyan of a passage in "Su Wen".

It is recorded in Suwen: Discussion on the Qi and Weather of the Normal Person: "When the pulse of the dead spleen comes, it is sharp and hard like a bird's beak, like a bird's spur, like a leak in the house, like a flow of water, which means the spleen is dead."

At this time, Elder Cheng walked up to the patient, touched the cold sweat on his forehead, and then whispered to Fang Yan:

"My head is sweating like oil. What are you going to do about this?"

Sweating like oil only happens when a person is about to die. Mr. Cheng was reminding Fangyan that this person was in danger.

If the patient can be rescued, rescue him immediately. If not, send him to another place immediately.

Fangyan took a deep breath, walked to the patient's feet, and began to diagnose the patient's Taixi, Taichong, and Fuyang pulses.

After a while, Fang Yan opened his eyes and said to Mr. Cheng:
"These three meridians are not cut off, so the fingers are not disordered. There is still hope!"

PS: This chapter is finished, and I still owe you 60,000.

Today's update is complete, please come early tomorrow.

Today I saw that Lao Feng’s daily life writing was a bit boring, so Lao Feng started to write practical information on treating diseases.

Lao Feng from the production team was busy typing.

(End of this chapter)