If an epileptic seizure lasts for more than three minutes, it may enter a persistent phase and become life-threatening.
"Wait a little longer," Mu Huaixi felt the patient's pulse, looked at his complexion, and asked Wei Chengbao beside him, "Is the doctor not here yet?"
There was no ambulance in the small county town, but the county hospital was only across the street. The people from the Public Security Bureau had sent a car to pick him up as she suggested, but it had not returned yet.
Wei Chengbao entered the building with a sullen face, and rushed out with a group of people, also with a sullen face. He hurriedly explained to the police officer in charge of Zhang Ergou, Mu Huaixi, and Ying Mingcheng, "There was a vicious fight at the boiler factory, and many people were injured. They were taken to the hospital and the fight broke out again! The county hospital is in chaos now. I guess we won't be able to find Boss Wang even if we take him there. I'll leave this place to you. We're going first!"
Mu Huaixi hadn't expected such a major event to happen that day. Before she could react, the police rushed out in cars and bicycles. The only sound in the yard was Wang Ergou's angry cries, "Retribution! This is retribution! God, please come to me, don't harm my brother!"
Time passed minute by minute, and Ergou's elder brother was still twitching. The saliva at the corners of his mouth had dried up, and his fingertips were gradually turning black. It was obvious that the situation was not good.
"Please, please save my brother! I'll confess everything, I'll tell you everything," Zhang Ergou pleaded bitterly. He lost his father at a young age and had been dependent on his brother. He had taken a shortcut to ensure a better life for his family, and after the incident, he was forced to wander the countryside. He had thought about sending some gifts to his nephews and nieces for the upcoming Chinese New Year, but he didn't expect his brother to bring the police to arrest him. The two brothers had a cold war all the way, and finally he couldn't help but speak back to his brother, but he didn't expect his brother to collapse as soon as he got out of the car.
It was not until that moment that he realized that nothing in the world is more important than family. It is foolish to stay away from family for the sake of loyalty or property.
"Please, please, save my brother! I know everything, I'm willing to do anything!"
Zhang Ergou burst into tears, causing the young police officer Xiao Du to feel extremely sorry for him. He came over and pleaded, "I've learned a little CPR. How about we try to save him? I remember there's a cart in the backyard. How about we take him to the hospital when he wakes up?"
But that's not how CPR is used. Mu Huaixi took a deep breath and took out the golden needle. "Let me do it. You go find a cart."
Epilepsy, or epilepsy, was first documented in the Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine and has been extensively studied by renowned physicians throughout the ages. Regarding persistent epilepsy, the legendary physician Zhu Danxi stated, "It is nothing more than phlegm clogging the orifices and obstructing the senses."
Mu Huaixi took the golden needles to "open his mind." As she cleaned them with the strong liquor she had begged for, she recalled her grandfather's instructions, correlating them with the "look, smell, ask, and feel" diagnoses. Wang Ergou's eldest brother suddenly collapsed, convulsed, and foamed at the mouth. He had previously argued with his brothers. The symptoms were liver fire and phlegm heat, but the blue lips and mouth, coupled with Wang Ergou's brother's frequent migraines and the family history of epilepsy, suggested internal blood stasis.
"Take Ren Zhong, Nei Guan, Chang Qiang, Yong Quan, He Gu, Hou Xi, Shen Mai, and add Bai Hui and San Yin Jiao, to use the method of tonification," Mu Huaixi muttered to himself, not noticing that beads of sweat had already seeped out of his forehead and the hand holding the gold needle was shaking constantly.
Mu Huaixi had also given acupuncture to others in her previous life. After she escaped from the Zhang family for the first time, she worked in a Chinese medicine clinic with her familiarity with medicinal materials and her grandfather's teachings. However, she was found by Zhang Hongwei and beaten up. Her finger was also broken by him, and she was never able to use acupuncture needles again.
Although she knew that this life was not her previous life, and that there was nothing wrong with her fingers, she could still feel the faint pain between her finger bones. The pain penetrated deep into her bones and went up her arms to her heart and lungs, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.
Ying Mingcheng had noticed something was wrong with her a long time ago. He quietly asked Xiao Du to take Wang Ergou away. When Wang Ergou heard that this might affect Mu Huaixi's operation, he immediately covered his mouth.
But Mu Huaixi didn't get better. Ying Mingcheng saw her hands shaking and her whole body trembling, so he grabbed her wrist and said, "Don't be afraid, I believe you."
Ying Mingcheng didn't know why she was so frightened, but he still held her hand and comforted her over and over again, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
Mu Huaixi realized belatedly that her wrist was being held. She was surprised that she did not reject it. Perhaps it was because Ying Mingcheng's hand was warm and dry, which dispelled the coldness in her bones like the sun, allowing her to gradually regain her sanity and perception.
"Thank you," Mu Huaixi took a deep breath, nodded at him, and picked up a golden needle.
Ying Mingcheng did not withdraw his hand. He took the golden needle from Mu Huaixi's hand very naturally and wiped her hands carefully with her handkerchief.
Mu Huaixi froze completely. She hadn't had such an intimate interaction with anyone for a long time, and for a moment she didn't know how to respond. The dry and soft cotton handkerchief wiped away the sticky sweat stains between her fingers and smoothed her wrinkled heart. Somehow, she was not so worried or irritable anymore.
The little girl's hands weren't particularly pretty. Her palms were covered in calluses from the work, and her originally slender fingers had become slightly red and swollen from the work and the cold. Ying Mingcheng stared at the unhealed wound near her knuckles. He couldn't help but look up and saw her staring at the handkerchief with a frown. "Don't worry, it's clean."
Mu Huaixi silently shifted her gaze away. She didn't care about this. She would wash her hands and disinfect them with white wine later anyway. But Ying Mingcheng's hand just moved away and then covered it again.
This time his palm felt slightly cold, which startled Mu Huaixi so much that she immediately pulled her hand back, but she smelled a strong smell of alcohol.
"Don't move. Warm your hands so it will be easier for you to give the acupuncture." Ying Mingcheng pulled her hand back. The slightly warm palm of his hand almost ignited the wine. Her fingers seemed like old branches that welcomed spring in the extreme cold, and were eager to sprout new buds.
But Ying Mingcheng had already withdrawn his hand. He turned to wipe the golden needle that had just been touched, and returned the quietness to Mu Huaixi.
Mu Huaixi moved her fingers slightly, and had to admit that his method was simple and effective. The biting cold wind that she had felt just now now felt like a pleasant spring breeze blowing on her hands. The dark thoughts that had been plaguing her were dispelled by the warmth, and the worries and tensions that had troubled her were gone.
Mu Huaixi felt her mind refreshed and she had a bolder choice of acupuncture methods. She calmed her mind, took the needle, and first inserted it into Dazhui, Fengfu and other acupoints to remove blood stasis and open the orifices. When the tremor subsided, she immediately removed the needle, and then used a sharp hook needle to insert it into Hegu, Houxi, Neiguan, Zusanli and other acupoints to extinguish wind and replenish deficiency.
Mu Huaixi originally thought that she would be clumsy, but when she inserted the first needle into the Dazhui point in an oblique posture, she felt the delicate touch between her fingers. She even had the illusion that the patient's meridians were connected to her own. Even if the person in front of her was unconscious and unable to give enough feedback, she could judge whether the needle should be strong or weak, twisted or withdrawn from the "electricity" transmitted back by the gold needle on her fingertips and the subtle reaction of the human body.
To others, she resembled a swordswoman, her needles flowing like a sword, her blades heavy and unforced, light and graceful, her attacks continuous and uninterrupted. And the eldest brother of the Wang family, who had just been twitching stiffly, gradually calmed down under each needle, his face fading from purple, and his breathing becoming steady...
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