Chapter 49 Shocking the City Hospital: One person, one prescription, thousands of people, thousands of prescriptions...
The red dragon Queek had his mouth tied tightly with vines by the human he despised the most. He was unable to utter a word and could only threaten the human in front of him with his eyes.
But his role was over, and after Shen Jiang stopped paying attention to him, the others also forgot about him.
Shen Jiang went to the cabin built by Ellis to test the golden dragon scales she had just acquired. The cabin was only about ten square meters, and the total volume of the medicinal herbs inside was no more than twenty cubic meters. Shen Jiang watched helplessly as all the medicinal herbs in the cabin disappeared in an instant. Looking at the empty house, even though Shen Jiang had been mentally prepared, she was still very surprised.
Only at this moment did she realize the preciousness of this golden dragon scale. Now she had the equivalent of 20 cubic meters of portable storage space. In this way, her grandmother's musk and the Holy Spring of Life she had obtained this time could be stored in it. She no longer had to worry about being remembered by others.
Ellis and his companions watched the witch leave with reverence, but it was the first time for the red dragon Quick to encounter such a scene. The golden gate standing quietly in the air was surrounded by ancient spells that he could not understand. It was powerful and mysterious.
"Where did she go?!
Unfortunately, no one else present could understand what he was saying. Beatrice glared fiercely at the red dragon lying on the ground and said, "Shut up! If you keep making noise, I won't give you any food."
Beatrice had long noticed that the dragon hadn't been tamed, and so she looked at the witch with a look of resentment. Now was her chance to show her true colors. She had to successfully tame this unruly red dragon before the witch returned.
Beatrice clenched her fists. The witch would surely be very surprised.
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When Shen Jiang came back with the holy spring water, the first thing he did was to go to the kitchen to boil medicine.
Over the past half month, grandma's condition has been getting better day by day. Logically speaking, given her current physical condition, she should have woken up long ago.
This wasn't Shen Jiang being self-righteous. Although the master's treatment had taken a full year, the efficacy of the musk used by the patient at the time and the magic musk were vastly different. Furthermore, the fact that the blockage in Grandma's body was now almost gone was sufficient to prove that the magic musk had taken effect, achieving its ultimate goal of awakening the mind and opening the mind.
Shen Jiang's gaze fell on the tube of holy spring water. Is it really possible that souls in his world would be damaged?
The eldest daughter-in-law of the patient in bed 18 came in with a thermos and winked at the little daughter of the patient in bed 19.
Sure enough, after a while, the family member of the patient in bed 17, a young and beautiful girl, came in carrying her thermos.
"Hey, Xiao Shen is here. Did he make some Chinese medicine for your grandma?"
Shen Jiang was in a good mood today and nodded at them with a smile.
The woman jokingly said, "Your grandmother is so lucky to have a well-behaved and sensible granddaughter like you, who makes medicine and brings it to her early every morning. Unlike my son, who only knows how to send money to his grandmother and is never seen."
Another woman responded, "Actually, if you ask me, this Chinese medicine isn't going to do much good. It's just to give me hope. We still have to listen to Western medicine and treat it the way the doctor says. Don't you agree, Xiao Shen?"
Shen Jiang turned a deaf ear to their words and worked together with the nurse to raise the backboard of her grandmother. They also put a few pillows behind her and prepared to start feeding her medicine.
Halfway through the feeding, the nurse came in to take the baby's temperature. She was not surprised to see Shen Jiang's behavior.
I heard that the patient in the same bed was a renowned traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. Her granddaughter, seeing her condition stabilize, insisted on feeding her Chinese medicine daily. Initially, the nurses in the ward were curious to see if it was working. But two weeks later, the old lady, aside from her fingers, showed no signs of vegetative state. So, whether this Chinese medicine is effective is a matter of opinion.
The tube of holy spring water that Shen Jiang brought back didn't have much in it, but every drop was the essence, just enough to make one medicine. The magic musk plus the top-grade medicinal materials, and even the water were the famous Holy Spring of Life in the magic world. The medicine that grandma drank today was definitely the top-notch version that was unique on the market.
Shen Jiang decided to stay here a little longer today to accompany his grandmother, mainly because he wanted to see the effect of the holy spring.
Only half an hour later, Shen Jiang was still cutting her grandmother's nails when she heard the nurse say, "Wake up... wake up! The old lady is awake!"
Shen Jiang was a little slow to react. As soon as he looked up, his eyes fell into a pair of familiar eyes, as calm and peaceful as before, as if a whirlpool that Shen Jiang couldn't extricate himself from. Shen Jiang's reaction at this moment was a little dull.
She just looked at the familiar face on the hospital bed, her lips trembling. No one except herself could hear the huge buzzing in her ears.
From the time her grandmother got into trouble to the time Shen Jiang encountered the surprises in the other world, she had never lost her composure like she did now. A strong sourness that surged from the bottom of her heart made her tears roll out of her eyes.
Shen Jiang wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand and threw herself into the old woman's arms, "Grandma!"
Shen Anlian wanted to reach out and wipe her granddaughter's tears, but she was held tightly by Shen Jiang, and her hands had no strength left. She could only comfort her, "Xiao Gu."
Her voice was very hoarse because she hadn't spoken for a long time, but Shen Jiang couldn't help but cry even harder.
It was her grandmother, her grandmother had woken up. She would not have experienced that tragic ending.
The nurse called the doctor. She was also a little excited at this moment. After all, this was the first time she had seen an unconscious elderly person wake up.
The doctor quickly conducted a full-body examination on Shen Anlian in bed 17. The results showed that she was in very good health, even better than most young people with sub-health.
"Please pull up the previous reports for bed 17!" The deputy director of neurosurgery was astonished. He remembered that when this patient was first admitted, her physical condition wasn't so perfect. How could she not only wake up but also feel better in every way?
A doctor reminded him that this was the patient whose family insisted on feeding him Chinese medicine, and because of the special circumstances, a waiver clause was signed at the time.
So it was her. The deputy director of neurosurgery curiously asked the patient's family standing by the bed: "What Chinese medicine did you give her? Can you share it?"
His idea was simple: if Chinese medicine was truly so effective, then it should benefit the general public. Perhaps tens of thousands of broken families could be restored to normalcy.
The families of the patients in beds 18 and 19 nodded repeatedly. They had never expected that the grandmother would wake up before noon, even though they had been laughing at the young girl for being so naive in wanting to save her grandmother with Chinese medicine.
Shen Jiang was willing to share the musk. She was a doctor, and her duty was to heal and save lives. But...
"I can share this recipe, but it may not be effective for everyone. Traditional Chinese Medicine has a secret to treating illnesses: one prescription for each person, a thousand prescriptions for a thousand people, and a tailored approach. As the saying goes, there's no fixed form of illness, no fixed prescription, and no fixed type of medicine. When prescribing, we traditional Chinese medicine practitioners must dialectically analyze the patient's condition. Only the most suitable prescription, dosage, and combination of medicines can achieve the best therapeutic effect."
The deputy director of neurosurgery didn't expect that the girl spoke so elegantly. He didn't care what she said afterwards. He only remembered one sentence: she was willing to share the prescription!
"Great! Little girl, oh no, doctor, let's go to my office and sit down and have a good chat. I'll have all the Chinese medicine practitioners in our hospital come over to listen to your sharing. What do you think? Your valuable experience is so important to us."
Seeing his eyes light up, Shen Jiang knew he hadn't listened to her. After all, Western medicine and Chinese medicine are two completely different systems. However, when she heard that many Chinese medicine colleagues would come to listen to her talk, she perked up a little and said, "Okay."
This incident quickly sent shockwaves through the entire city hospital. After all, the neurosurgeon had originally diagnosed Shen Anlian, bed 17, as a vegetative state, but her family had managed to revive her with traditional Chinese medicine. The most excited were her fellow vegetative patients, who felt their loved ones had been saved. The next most excited were the traditional Chinese medicine practitioners at the city hospital. Upon hearing that the family was willing to share a prescription, those at home immediately rushed back to the hospital with their notebooks. Not to mention those working at the hospital, who skipped meals just to listen to the expert's sharing.
The originally planned office sharing session suddenly turned into an experience exchange meeting in a large conference room due to the large number of doctors actively participating.
Looking at the young girl on the stage, the doctor below was a little confused.
"Isn't he a famous Chinese medicine expert? Why hasn't he come yet? Is he dissatisfied with our hospital's small size? Why did he send a student assistant here?"
Shen Jiang nodded slightly and greeted dozens of pairs of sparkling and dazed eyes in an orderly manner.
Her eyes were still a little swollen from crying that morning, but this didn't affect her performance. Shen Jiang quoted from classics, sharing a special case she had read in an old journal, and then recounted her grandmother's pulse, tongue, and main physical symptoms.
The doctors taking notes were engrossed. No one doubted who this young female doctor was assisting. The feeling of this top student guiding them step by step through a problem was incredibly familiar. Wasn't it the same feeling as when a teacher used to lecture them using classic cases from the textbook?
Who is this young man? He is so fierce.
Shen Jiang said, "As everyone knows, Chinese medicine emphasizes tailoring treatment to each individual. A patient's constitution can be complex, with varying degrees of cold and heat. Therefore, we must examine each patient's specific condition through pulse diagnosis and consultation, and then prescribe a prescription based on syndrome differentiation and treatment. In addition to considering the patient's individual condition, we also need to consider various factors, such as the season, region, and gender. Therefore, my sharing today is just a starting point. Everyone should consider their own knowledge and make appropriate additions and subtractions. We shouldn't simply copy and paste the Tongqiao Huoxue Decoction recipe to treat vegetative patients."
The originally relaxed atmosphere suddenly froze, and some shy doctors lowered their heads.
You know, their Traditional Chinese Medicine Department has the old tradition of having agreed prescriptions such as Prescription No. 1 and Prescription No. 2.
A truly personalized prescription requires doctors with exceptional expertise. Honestly, doctors like these haven't even mastered the art of pulse diagnosis, relying solely on prescriptive prescriptions circulated within the hospital. For example, in the highly profitable field of Traditional Chinese Medicine gynecology, patients seeking treatment for menstruation can choose from a list of prescriptive prescriptions as long as they can distinguish between yin and yang deficiency. A single prescriptive prescription for both amenorrhea and dysmenorrhea makes matters even easier; they simply go through the motions of taking the pulse and select a prescription directly on a computer.
Furthermore, this process takes a significant amount of time, which even patients find annoying. If this were the case, a doctor might only see 40 to 50 patients a day. Their salaries are low, relying on bonuses and performance-based prescriptions. If they only see 50 patients a day, they'll likely be left with nothing for the rest of the year.
"Even if we wanted to, we couldn't. Musk is such an expensive medicine. Let alone half a month's supply, just one prescription costs over 10,000 yuan. How many patients can afford it?"
"That's right. The most crucial ingredient in this prescription is musk. I don't think it's expensive, but it's simply too expensive to be sold. After all, musk deer have been extinct for years. By the way, Doctor Shen, where does your musk come from?"
Seeing so many people looking at him, their eyes full of curiosity, inquiry, and ill intentions, Shen Jiang smiled bitterly and said calmly, "This is a medicine my grandmother collected long ago. It ran out after a few days of taking it. Later, I used nine-segment insects instead of musk to make medicine. So don't worry, if you don't have musk, you can try using nine-segment insects instead, it will also have a certain effect."
It is a crime to possess a treasure. If people knew that she had a pound of musk in her hand, Shen Jiang would not dare to gamble with her own and her grandmother's safety. That would be like telling others to come and rob her.
Once she has enough strength to protect herself, she will make the musk public and give it to patients who really need it.
My cousin's uncle and aunt were originally about to take a bus from the countryside to Mingxintang to prepare medicinal materials. When they heard that my aunt had woken up, they rushed to the city hospital without saying a word.
Chen Yingfa was still a little bit incredulous when he heard that his aunt had woken up. "Didn't they say she was in a vegetable state? How come she woke up so soon?"
Shen Jiang raised his eyebrows: "What are you talking about, uncle? Don't you want to see grandma wake up?"
"Oh, my broken mouth can't speak. What I mean is great. I'll take your aunt to the hospital to see her."
Shen Jiang had two interviews in the afternoon, so as soon as his cousin uncle and cousin aunt arrived, he simply went back to Mingxin Hall.
Director Chen Ping from the Chinese Medicine Hospital made an appointment with her to come to Mingxintang in the afternoon to look at the medicinal materials. Coincidentally, she also wanted to test Director Chen's medical skills. This was a mutual consideration between them.
As for the other interview, she was planning to recruit a Chinese medicine pharmacist.
The Chinese medicine pharmacist who worked in the store before felt that the situation in the store was too chaotic. She also felt that the work in this Chinese medicine clinic was too much and the salary was too low. She found a new job while Shen Jiang was in the hospital. It was not easy to take care of an old man and a young child, so she took the initiative to leave last month.
Shen Jiang's salary wasn't high, but her requirements weren't low, so she hadn't found a suitable candidate for the past two weeks. She heard the person who came for the interview today lived in an old residential complex behind Mingzhu Road. She suspected it was this commute that had prompted the other party to contact her so proactively.
It was only one o'clock in the afternoon, and it was not yet the time agreed upon between Shen Jiang and the Chinese medicine practitioner.
But there was a middle-aged woman standing at the door of Mingxin Hall, holding a little girl's hand, and seemed to be waiting for someone.
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