Chapter 512: Toe Lost
The door of the clinic closed again.
In the afternoon, when he should have had the most leisurely time, Jiang Fubao, who was sleeping on the table, was awakened by a burst of noise.
As she closed her eyes, the door of the clinic was pushed open.
"Little miracle doctor, please, save my wife. In just one night, her feet, unexpectedly, unexpectedly..." Sheng Youwei had an untidy beard and looked very devastated.
"Bring her in." Jiang Fubao's sleepiness was instantly swept away.
She took out the mask she had prepared in the summer and put it on her face.
Three layers of coarse cloth sewn together can block at least two-thirds of the stench.
The stench of gangrene is equivalent to the stench of a corpse, which is not a smell that normal people can accept.
Even though Jiang Fubao was a doctor, she couldn't stand it.
The doctor is also a human being and has a nose.
There was a horse-drawn carriage parked outside the clinic. Its two large wooden wheels were covered with snow. The snow was no longer white, but rather yellowish, as if mixed with mud.
Hearing this, Sheng Youwei was extremely grateful.
He quickly helped Fan Yuhong out of the carriage and carried her to the clinic.
Fan Yuhong's feet could no longer wear shoes, so they were only wrapped in several layers of thick cloth.
There were several yellow-brown marks on the cloth, and it was obvious that they were the result of fluid accumulation in the feet.
Sheng Youwei pinched his nostrils with his left hand and untied the cloth on Fan Yuhong's feet with his right hand.
The stench exploded like firecrackers.
Several people in front of him retreated instantly.
His eyes were full of fear.
"Open all the windows and leave the doors open." Thanks to the snow today, no one was upstairs. Otherwise, if I smelled the stench, I would have vomited out the food I hadn't eaten, let alone eaten.
The toilet smells better than this.
Even though Jiang Fubao's mask blocked out most of the stench, she still frowned.
It stinks.
The feet of the woman before me can no longer be called feet.
Three of the five toes were missing, and three-quarters of the sole of the foot was black.
"I woke up one night and found three extra toes on the bed. What should I do? Little doctor, take a look, can I still keep these toes? What disease did my wife have? This is not the north. No matter how frostbitten she was, her feet shouldn't be frozen like this."
Sheng Youwei has dark circles under his eyes.
He was so worried that he kept grabbing his hair.
After saying that, he took out something tightly wrapped in a handkerchief from his sleeve. When he opened it, he saw three black toes.
The two have been married for many years and have always been very loving.
Sheng Youwei felt very uncomfortable seeing his daughter-in-law in such pain.
"It's not frozen, it's caused by diabetes. Did you control your diet after you left me last time? Forget it, it's useless to ask. You definitely didn't control your diet, right? You ate and drank as usual?"
Jiang Fubao didn't dare to take action.
She held a short wooden board and moved Fan Yuhong's feet.
Of the two remaining toes, one was already shaky and about to fall.
I'm afraid it will come off if I pull it.
"I didn't control my diet, but I did take medicine. I've been taking it all the time." Sheng Youwei felt a little embarrassed.
The last time he left here, he never thought about stepping into this place again.
Now he is begging the little doctor to cure his illness, and then telling the little doctor that his daughter-in-law has been taking medicine. Isn't this clearly telling the little doctor that we don't trust you?
"I've told you that if you don't control your diet, medicine will be useless. Do you eat sugar every day? What about refined rice and flour? Do that too?" Jiang Fubao kept his eyes on Fan Yuhong's feet as he spoke.
She poked it with the board and asked, "Do you feel anything here?"
"She ate cakes instead of candy. My wife is afraid of bitterness. Every time she finishes taking the medicine prescribed by the doctor, she eats a bag of cakes to rinse her mouth."
"No feeling."
The couple answered together.
"Not only does he not control his diet, but he also eats even more. This is the first time I've heard of someone using a whole bag of cakes to rinse his mouth. There's a lot of sugar in those cakes." Jiang Fubao was speechless.
She had eaten the cakes in the town before, and they were extremely sweet.
It's amazing that I can finish a whole bag in one breath.
A bag is at least ten yuan.
The sugar content of one piece is enough for the body to meet three days' needs.
If you eat and drink so badly, your feet will rot.
Jiang Fubao couldn't even imagine how high Fan Yuhong's blood sugar would be if she used a blood glucose meter to test it.
"I'll give you an injection and draw some blood first." After taking your pulse, Jiang Fubao remembered that there was indeed a blood glucose meter in her space.
The home version is not as accurate as the one measured in modern hospitals, but it is not far behind.
She took out a small bottle as tall as a finger from the cupboard, then picked out the thickest short silver needle, pierced it into Fan Yuhong's finger, and squeezed out a few drops. She used the excuse of going to the backyard to find something, but actually went to the space.
After rummaging around in the cupboard, I finally found the blood glucose meter.
"Beep." The blood glucose meter stained with blood beeped twice.
"Damn, I'm already thirty." Jiang Fubao was so scared that his mouth opened wide.
It seems like Mr. Fan hasn’t eaten yet?
After being hungry for thirty days, it's no wonder that you have rotten feet.
My blood sugar is skyrocketing. If I don’t control it, it will be a blessing from God if I can live to see the end of the year.
Jiang Fubao took out a bottle of saline and iodine from the home medicine box in the room, removed the packaging and took them out of the room.
Since space does not flow, so in the eyes of Sheng Youwei and Fan Yuhong.
Jiang Fubao came back just after he left.
"Your illness is already very serious. From today on, if you want to live, you cannot eat a single bite of refined rice and flour, cakes, or anything like that. You cannot even look at them. If you look at them, you will not be able to bear it. I will prescribe a medicated diet and medicine prescription for you. While taking the medicine, you should improve your daily diet. In addition.
Your foot has been damaged from this point on. You have no feeling, which means it is already rotten. I can't cure it. Of course, don't feel bad. If you don't avoid certain foods, your foot will completely rot until your calf and thigh rot, which will endanger your life. So, should I treat it or not? Remember, this is your last chance."
Jiang Fubao was not joking.
If Mrs. Fan left her clinic today.
I’m afraid I won’t see you again next year.
Because she won't live past the next year.
"I must treat it, little genius doctor. My wife has offended me before. I apologize on her behalf. I kneel down in front of you now."
Sheng Youwei's knees slammed down and he fell to the ground.
He hasn't kowtowed yet.
Jiang Fubao jumped away: "No, hurry up and get up. I'll write a prescription and treat her foot later. Carry her to the bed first."
As early as when Jiang Fubao said he wanted to write a prescription, Dan'er had already ground the ink.
Jiang Fubao picked up his pen and dipped it in ink.
Writing quickly.
"This prescription is for oral administration. It is mainly used to dredge the blood vessels. You can go to other pharmacies in the town to get the medicine, or you can get it from me. It's up to you. This prescription is for foot bathing. Boil the medicine and the residue for 25 minutes every day.
You can't miss a day, and this one is a medicinal diet recipe, which can only be made in my clinic. She has difficulty moving, so you can send someone or come to get her meals every day. All three prescriptions are temporarily prescribed for her for one month. After one month, I will diagnose her pulse again and prescribe a new prescription."