"You kid, if you have the time, why don't you come back with Nanzhou! There is a Chinese medicine department in the military hospital. Besides, this is the capital. Whatever herbal medicine you want, I can buy it for you!"
Sheng Kangning took Fu Yunhua's arm and explained:
"Aunt, this recipe has certain requirements for the herbs used. They must be fresh, so I rushed to the back mountain of Baichuan Forest Farm as soon as possible. There are a lot of herbs there. The most important thing is that the medicine must be a hundred-year-old mountain ginseng."
"Hundred-year-old mountain ginseng?"
Sheng Kangning nodded.
Fu Yunhua frowned: "You also want fresh ones? That's hard to come by!"
Sheng Kangning hummed, "It's very difficult to come across a hundred-year-old mountain ginseng. But, aunt, Brother Chu is lucky. The first time I entered the back mountain of Baichuan Forest Farm, I saw a hundred-year-old mountain ginseng. This is Brother Chu's blessing!"
After hearing this, Fu Yunhua felt relieved. He was so happy that he patted Sheng Kangning's hand and said lovingly and happily, "Kangning, you are the blessing! It's you! Thank you for your hard work!"
Even though she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Fu Yunhua knew how difficult it was to pick herbs in the mountains, especially for a delicate little girl!
Just look at Corning's clothes and you'll know.
For Nanzhou, it’s really hard for this child!
Fu Yunhua didn't dare to delay and took Sheng Kangning to his ward.
Sheng Kangning quickly changed into the clothes that Fu Yunhua had left here and simply washed his face and hands.
When he came to the intensive care unit again, he saw a middle-aged man standing next to Dean Feng. He should be Director Fang from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Sheng Kangning nodded and smiled at Director Fang and said, "Hello, Director Fang, I'm Sheng Kangning!"
Director Fang was rather fat, with a round face. When he smiled, his eyes narrowed into slits:
"I heard you want to boil some medicine? Where's the recipe? Let me see it!"
Sheng Kangning took out a handwritten prescription from his pocket and handed it over.
Director Fang just glanced at it and said, "Buzhong Yiqi Decoction?"
Sheng Kangning nodded: "Yes!"
"Why do you want to use this prescription on Nanzhou?"
Director Fang found it strange. This Bu Zhong Yi Qi Tang was just a small prescription and should be of no use for a serious illness like Chu Nanzhou's.
Sheng Kangning explained:
"Brother Chu's internal organs were not damaged, but he lost too much blood and his vitality was severely damaged. In traditional Chinese medicine, this is also called the disorder of Yingwei. His pulse is like a gossamer thread, and it seems like beans are turning around in the pulse. Although Buzhong Yiqi Decoction is a plain little prescription, it does not seek to have a great effect, but only to replenish the lost Yang, save the defeated Yin, and raise the sunken Qi! It is like a ladder for subsequent medication!"
After listening to what the little girl said, Director Fang felt very ashamed. He just took a quick glance and didn't look closely.
Director Fang carefully looked at the prescription given by Sheng Kangning again.
I just realized that the handwriting on this prescription is really beautiful. However, now is not the time to ask about this. Director Fang's attention returns to the prescription itself. After a moment, he exclaimed:
"Great! Not too hot or too cold, not too light or too heavy, the right balance is very precise! Little girl, I was careless just now! I didn't look carefully. Wait, I'll go boil the medicine now."
After saying this, the man left in a hurry.
Before Sheng Kangning followed Dean Feng into the intensive care unit, he pulled Fu Yunhua aside and whispered:
"Aunt, I will go to the intensive care unit with Dean Feng to check Brother Chu's pulse in a moment. I want to ask you for a favor. Please go to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine and ask Director Fang. I want to make the medicine myself later. Is that possible?"
Fu Yunhua nodded: "Leave this matter to me!"
Sheng Kangning smiled and nodded, then followed behind Dean Feng, changed into isolation clothes, put on shoe covers, a medical mask and a hat, and disinfected his hands.
Finally he was admitted to the intensive care unit.
Looking at the man's deep and cold features and pale face, Sheng Kangning felt very uncomfortable.
When her mother Ling Qing passed away, Sheng Kangning was still young. After crying for a few days, her grandmother took her to her side every day, held her in her arms to sleep at night, and told her various stories. She quickly got over the sadness of her mother's death.
When grandma passed away, Sheng Kangning was already fifteen years old and grown up.
Only then can you truly experience the pain of losing a loved one!
Sheng Kangning also realized deeply that nothing is more devastating than death.
Sheng Kangning let out a sigh of relief and forced himself to calm down.
It's fine.
Brother Chu must be fine.
He placed his hand on Chu Nanzhou's wrist, calmed his mind and remained calm.
His pulse was weak and slow, even weaker than the day Sheng Kangning gave him acupuncture to stop the bleeding, and his internal organs were already showing signs of failure.
Sheng Kangning brought silver needles when he came in.
After Sheng Kangning took out the silver needle, Dean Feng asked curiously, "Doctor Xiao Sheng, are you going to give Nanzhou acupuncture?"
"Um!"
Sheng Kangning didn't explain much because Brother Chu's condition was too dangerous.
Sheng Kangning disinfected the silver needle first, and with a slight movement of his finger, the silver needle quickly adhered to the skin and pierced into Chu Nanzhou's Hegu acupoint.
Stretch out two fingers and twist the end of the silver needle.
A minute passed and Sheng Kangning's fingers did not stop.
Three minutes later, Sheng Kangning stopped.
He placed his hand on Brother Chu's wrist, took his pulse again, and then continued to twist the needle.
Another three minutes.
Sheng Kangning took the patient's pulse again, repeating the process three times.
Dean Feng has been observing Chu Nanzhou, but there is no movement!
Dean Feng is not Chu Nanzhou and cannot feel the feeling that the silver needles bring to his body.
At this moment, Chu Nanzhou had a warm feeling, starting from his Hegu point, going straight up along the lung meridian, and continuing to the Zhongfu point on his shoulder.
Sheng Kangning repeated the cycle three times, and the feeling of heat also started from the Hegu point and went to the Zhongfu point, repeating the cycle three times.
Until Chu Nanzhou snorted softly.
Dean Feng heard this voice clearly.
It was because he knew this clearly that Dean Feng was so shocked.
Does acupuncture have such a great effect?
You know, Dean Feng and several experts took Chu Nanzhou's situation very seriously and tried their best, but in the end they could only save Nanzhou's life.
While Dean Feng was still in shock, Sheng Kangning had already disinfected the silver needles, packed up the silver needle bag, stood up, and prepared to leave the intensive care unit.
"Don't you want to take another look?" Dean Feng asked, chasing after Sheng Kangning.
Sheng Kangning shook his head: "He needs to drink Bu Zhong Yi Qi Tang now! Dean Feng, I want Brother Chu to be transferred to the general ward so that I can take care of him more easily. Do you think it's okay?"
Dean Feng looked at Sheng Kangning with a serious expression: "How sure are you?"
Sheng Kangning: “Seventy percent!”
70%! That’s enough!
Dean Feng made the decision immediately and transferred Chu Nanzhou to the general ward.
Dean Feng even thought that perhaps he should re-examine the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of the Military Region General Hospital.
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