Chapter 89: Three Treasures of Traditional Chinese Medicine for Awakening
In the intensive care unit
Doctor Mao, with his head full of white hair, took the plum blossom needle and injected several needles into the patient's 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."
"Okay, 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, the 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 often create different worlds, and the young doctors who studied Western medicine were still wary of traditional Chinese medicine.
After Doctor Mao gave the patient 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 were all in tears 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.
"A few injections cured the convulsions?"
"Wow, is this true? How could a tranquilizer injection be ineffective? Is acupuncture really that 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 senior 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 slightly. "I've only managed to control the condition temporarily. I haven't done a systematic examination yet. I'll talk to 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 let go of the little patient's hand, then gently covered the quilt and 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've invited me here, I naturally won't hold back. I'm well aware of the patient's condition. Let me set the tone first. His condition is very critical. It can be said that his life is hanging by a thread. He could 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, and 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 unfortunately, life-saving medicine is hard to come by right now."
Xu Huanghui's newly risen hope was shattered all at once, and she was almost 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 shock' by our traditional Chinese medicine diagnosis.
Typhoid fever is caused by cold air invading the skin and attacking the blood and qi, closing the pores and preventing the qi from flowing freely. This causes heat to accumulate and generate fright. If the condition is accompanied by shock, this is because the heat attacks the heart. The heart governs the blood vessels, and the patient's blood and qi are weak, and the mind is easily agitated, allowing the heat to attack them, causing fright. If the shock does not stop, it will turn into epilepsy.
In the ward, both the senior and junior doctors nodded slightly, but only they knew whether they understood or not.
Many young doctors thought that this was clearly a heavenly book, and many more believed that it was nonsense and that they were just pretending to be serious out of respect for the doctor because he was older.
Mr. Mao was a man of real ability, but he rarely had the chance to show off in front of Western doctors, so he began to shake his head and wag his tail:
"The patient is weak and timid, with obstruction in the middle burner, stagnant dampness and heat, phlegm and turbidity obscuring the pericardium, and mental confusion, which triggers liver wind and causes acute convulsions.
Although the causes of acute convulsions vary, they all present with a sudden onset, rapid progression, and a dangerous condition. Symptoms include sudden high fever, red face and lips, irritability, coma, phlegm accumulation, shortness of breath, clenched jaws, convulsions, hypertelorism, a rapid pulse, and cyanotic fingerprints.
The main pathogenesis of this disease is the mutual influence of heat, phlegm, convulsions, and wind, which are mutually causal. The main disease sites are in the heart and liver meridians, so the treatment principles are clearing heat, resolving phlegm, calming convulsions, and calming wind.
Although Li Ruiqi is the director of the Department of Critical Care Medicine and studied Western medicine, he also has some knowledge of Traditional Chinese Medicine. At this time, he asked:
"Teacher Mao, since you've already fully understood the causes and treatment principles, why do you say 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 acute wind evil is trapped in the pericardium, it is necessary to quickly open the orifices to awaken the patient 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 toxins. 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 quick-witted and immediately took out their mobile phones to search on major drug purchasing apps.
A young doctor shouted excitedly:
"Teacher Mao, I found out that a certain group-buying pharmacy has these three medicines. They're sold at Huichuntang Pharmacy not far from us, and they can even deliver to your door!"
"Oh, it seems the patient can be saved!"
When Sun Shu, who was outside the ward, heard this, he felt an endless surge of hope in his heart. He was about to ask his relatives to help him go out and buy something, when suddenly, Mr. Mao's voice came from the loudspeaker again:
"You guys aren't very thoughtful. If I say the herbs are hard to come by, then that means the Angong Niuhuang Pills, Zixue Pills, and Zhibao Pills on the market right now 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.
"ah???"
"Why???"
"Before 1989, that's over 30 years old. Even if you can buy it, it's already expired!!!"
"Then it's all in vain. 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)
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