Chapter 121 A Very Rare Vascular Disease
Both of them sighed and felt heavy-hearted. Du Wanwan could see that this patient was not an ordinary person, and the silk clothes he wore were of very good quality.
Judging from the calluses on his palms, he is a martial artist and a military general.
Although he was sick, the evil spirit that came from a sea of blood and corpses was still on his body.
After taking the pulse, Du Wanwan smiled slightly: "Sir! I'm going to ask you a question, and you must answer honestly."
Yan Hong looked at the doctor in front of him who could be knocked down by just one punch, with no expression on his face: "Ask!"
"When you were young, did you spend a lot of time soaking in ice water on cold days?"
When these words came out, Ye Zhenghai and Yan Hong were both surprised, especially Yan Hong, who felt incredible: "How did you know? It is true."
"You didn't force the cold out of your body later, right?" Du Wanwan asked again.
Yan Hong was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "No."
Ye Zhenghai was very puzzled: "Doctor! There were other people who also took a dip in the icy pond back then, why were they fine? Why did you have to suffer from it?"
That was more than ten years ago. In order to ambush the enemy, they took a team of people to soak in an ice hole in the snow and ice for a whole day.
Later, he finally annihilated all the Qiezi soldiers by surprise. It was in that battle that Yan Hong was named a mighty general.
Yan Hong was not the only one soaking in the ice pond at that time. He and several other brothers also soaked in it, and they were all fine. Why did he alone get such a disease?
Ye Zhenghai was puzzled and couldn't help but ask.
Du Wanwan glanced at him casually: "The human body is a very wonderful combination, and each person's body has many different characteristics. Some people are afraid of cold, and some people are hot. This is what we call individual differences in medicine.
For the same wound, some people will heal faster, and some will heal slower. This gentleman's case is the result of individual differences. I don't know if others are fine, but his illness was caused by soaking in the ice pond.
We in Chinese medicine have a name for this disease, called 'gangrene', also known as 'falling fingers', a very rare disease, but much more serious than the one that happened to old man Zhou this morning."
"Can it be cured?" Ye Zhenghai asked anxiously, and then added, "As long as it can be cured, money is not a problem."
If the General's Mansion couldn't afford the one thousand taels of silver, he would just pay for it.
"Gangrene? Lost all ten fingers?"
A huge wave of emotion rose in Yan Hong's heart. The first name didn't seem to match his illness, but the second one was very consistent with it.
Aren't his ten fingers in a state of disarray? The nails fell off for no apparent reason, and he didn't even know when they fell off.
Knowing that the patient might not trust her, Du Wanwan gave a few more explanations: "This is a common chronic vascular disease, which mostly occurs in young and middle-aged men, and the cause is exposure to severe cold.
This causes insufficient yang energy, insufficient qi and blood, cold and dampness, stagnation of qi and blood, and damage to the kidneys. The meridians are blocked, qi and blood cannot nourish the limbs well, and necrosis and shedding of the extremities occur.
The gentleman's fingernails have begun to fall off, his hands and feet are no longer under his control, and he has even developed ulcers. If he does not receive treatment, it will be too late."
There was a glimmer of light in Yan Hong's gloomy eyes. What his elder brother said was right. This doctor was indeed extraordinary. He knew everything just by taking the pulse.
Although he didn't quite understand what she said, he understood the general meaning, which was that his illness could be cured.
"Doctor! Are you saying that my disease can be cured?"
"Of course. As long as the person is not dead, any disease can be cured." Du Wanwan gave Yan Hong a reassurance, "Sir, you must have seen countless doctors and taken countless medicines, but nothing has worked, so you are discouraged and afraid to see a doctor.
"Now that you are here, don't worry. I will do my best to cure you. The safety of Liangjun City is still relying on you. You can't let the people of the city be displaced and flee everywhere."
His heart skipped a beat, Yan Hong sat up straight, and exclaimed, "Doctor, do you mean that I still have a chance to fight in battle and serve the court?"
"Of course not." Du Wanwan picked up the pen and began to write a prescription, "Sir, you are just sick. As long as you recover, it won't be difficult for you to go into battle and kill the enemy."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Hong buried his face in his chest, tears immediately streaming down his face, unable to stop them.
Ye Zhenghai was afraid that Miss Du would look at him strangely, so he put his arms around him, let his head rest on his arms, and smiled apologetically at Du Wanwan.
"Dr. Du's words are like the sound of nature to us brothers. I was so excited that I couldn't control myself. Sorry for the embarrassing thing."
Du Wanwan waved her hand, said nothing more, wrote a prescription and went to get the medicine.
Knowing that this was a general, and that his illness had been delayed for too long, ordinary medicines might not be effective, he simply prescribed him a few antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs, dissolved in Lingquan water.
He didn't dare put it in the glass bottle of oral liquid, because Yetingxiao said that thing was valuable and couldn't be shown to others.
I asked my father to cut a few thin bamboo poles, saw them into pieces, and make them into small bamboo tubes, which are perfect for holding medicine.
The seal is made of oil paper and thin thread, and the bamboo tube is left in the space.
As soon as she thought about it, Yaya was already ready. With the help of the medicine cabinet as a barrier, the small bamboo tube fell steadily into the bottom drawer.
A total of six bamboo tubes were prepared, enough for three days. More would not work. She only prescribed three days of medicine and would modify the prescription based on the situation when I came back for a follow-up visit.
Du Wanwan took the medicine bag and the bamboo tube and placed them in front of Ye Zhenghai and Yan Hong, and explained them in detail.
"After the medicine is boiled, take it before meals. The one in the bamboo tube should be taken half an hour after meals, once in the morning and once in the evening. Sir! Remember it?"
Yan Hong had vented his sadness and his emotions had stabilized. It was embarrassing for a grown man to cry like a woman, and even if he was crying tears of joy, he deliberately held back.
He was ready to die, but suddenly Dr. Du told him that his disease could be cured and he didn't have to die. He was so happy that he didn't know how to express his joy when he heard the news.
Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.
"I remember!" Yan Hong nodded quickly. How could he not remember such an important thing?
Ye Zhenghai picked up a bamboo tube and shook it. He could tell there was water inside and was shocked.
Is the water that Miss Du gave the kind of magical water that my son said can improve the internal strength of martial artists?
"Sir, don't move around. The medicine in this small bamboo tube is of great importance. You must keep it safe."
After listening to Du Wanwan's words, Ye Zhenghai was certain that it was indeed that very rare water.
Afraid that Yan Hong might accidentally spill it, Ye Zhenghai picked it up carefully. Yan Hong was stunned and looked at his actions in disbelief.
Isn't he being too cautious? If he knew how valuable this medicine was, he wouldn't be so serious about it, right?
(End of this chapter)
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