Hearing Fu Song's words, Lu Jingguo was stunned at first, then nodded and left.
Fu Song said to the child's mother: "I can try, but whether it will succeed depends on luck."
The child's mother was already in despair, but when she heard Fu Song's words, a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes again.
She said incoherently: "Okay, okay, try it, try it quickly."
The next moment, Lu Jingguo came back.
Fu Song squatted in front of the boy, pried open his mouth, and poured the ginseng calming soup into his mouth.
But the boy's body was stiff and he couldn't swallow at all.
Fu Song frowned, and a voice beside him said, "How about putting in a gastric tube?"
It was the doctor who had just treated the boy.
Fu Song remembered that the other person's surname was Zhang, and his name was Zhang Hua.
Seeing Fu Song nod, Zhang Hua turned around to get the gastric tube and started the operation.
He was very skilled and inserted the gastric tube into the boy's stomach in just two or three strokes.
Seeing this, Fu Song handed over the ginseng calming soup: "You come!"
Zhang Hua poured the medicine into the boy's abdomen, but the boy still had no consciousness.
Following the series of operations just now, the number of people gathering around increased again.
Fu Song suddenly looked at the two swimming coaches and said, "Why are you standing there like an idiot? Come and help me."
The two swimming coaches were stunned and hurried over: "Doctor, what should we do?"
Fu Song pointed at the boy and said, "Make him move his body. Grab his arms, grab his legs, and listen to my slogan: one, two, three, four."
Speed up!
Faster!
One two one, one two one! "
He shouted faster and faster, and soon, sweat began to seep out of the foreheads of the two swimming coaches.
But the boy still didn't move.
This time, Fu Song looked at the crowd: "Who is willing to help?"
Immediately, five or six people raised their hands. Fu Song found two strong men and said, "You two, help massage his chest and abdomen to warm his body up."
The two nodded and started working.
While Fu Song was giving instructions, the four doctors in the hall were also looking at him.
Seeing him constantly asking people to massage the boy, I immediately understood what Fu Song meant.
The other party wanted to use external force to make the boy's body "come alive".
But looking at the boy's condition, it was obviously too late!
The four of them were actually not unfamiliar with Fu Song.
Although Mr. Fu is not a medical practitioner, his contribution to medicine is no less than any of the four.
In particular, the artemisinin he discovered is said to have saved hundreds of thousands of people in Africa.
This is comparable to a living Bodhisattva who saves people from suffering.
However, although Fu Song made great contributions, the four of them were not very convinced.
After all, the discovery of artemisinin was just luck.
As for specific first aid, he is far from it. For example, now, he is just an amateur doing useless work.
Just when the four wanted to remind Fu Song not to give up,
suddenly,
Cough cough cough...
A violent cough came from the boy's mouth, and then the boy began to gasp for breath.
The four of them were completely stunned.
This...how is it possible?
The four of them were stunned, but Fu Song was not. He quickly turned to the nurse and said, "Oxygen mask, quick!"
The nurse nodded as if waking up from a dream and hurried out.
The next moment, she came out with an oxygen tank on a trolley and put the oxygen mask on the little boy's face.
huff, huff!
The little boy's breathing gradually became steady. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and said weakly, "Mom!"
The little boy's mother quickly said, "Here, Mommy is here!"
"Mom, I'm so cold, I don't want to swim!"
"Okay, we'll never swim again."
“…”
It took a long time for the mother and son to calm down.
Zhang Hua began to examine the boy. After a long moment, he said, "He's fine now, but I suggest you go to a larger hospital for a checkup."
The boy's mother finally realized what was happening. She hurriedly said, "Thank you, doctor. Thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I really don't know what I would have done!"
Fu Song waved his hand: "It's okay, this is what a doctor should do. Just remember not to let children do dangerous things alone in the future."
Bang bang bang!
I don't know who started clapping, then the applause grew louder and louder, and finally became continuous.
The boy's mother asked Fu Song, "By the way, doctor, how much was the medicine?"
Lu Jingguo was about to speak but was stopped by Fu Song.
Fu Song smiled and said, "It's okay. I made the medicine myself. It's free."
"That won't do. You saved the child's life. If you don't want the money, I will feel very guilty."
The boy's mother was very persistent.
Fu Song thought for a moment and said, "In that case, give me fifty yuan!"
"good!"
After the boy's mother took the boy away, Lu Jingguo whispered, "Mr. Fu, that ginseng calming soup alone cost over 80,000 yuan."
Fu Song smiled and said, "I know!"
"Ah, what about you?"
"If you ask them for 80,000, will our clinic still be able to open?"
"this……"
Fu Song said: "It's okay, I was just verifying the function of the Ginseng Qi-Calming Decoction.
Now it has been proven that this decoction is really effective, so let alone 80,000, even 800,000 can be easily earned."
After hearing Fu Song's words, Lu Jingguo also laughed.
Before, he always thought that Inch of Grass Heart and Dragon-Tiger Fight were the essence of "Qin Yueren's Notes", but now he realized that these two prescriptions combined are not even a fraction of the Ginseng Calming Decoction.
It may seem a bit of a scam to be able to extend people's lifespan by 12 hours, but if used in the right place, its effect is absolutely unparalleled.
Fu Song spoke a few more words to Lu Jingguo, then left with Zhu Changhe and the other two.
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