Chapter 283 Urgent Need for Medicinal Materials



Chapter 283 Urgent Need for Medicinal Materials

"Traditional Chinese medicine has many theories, among which the emphasis is on the energy of heaven and earth, and the innocence of ancient times."

Fu Jingyou took the crying Erbao with shaking hands.

The old man continued:

"This child has been holding his breath since he came out of the womb and has not been able to breathe, so he cannot absorb the abilities and energy naturally given by this world."

"It's okay to let out the anger now. Take good care of yourself in the future. You're a good person, no worse than others."

One of the caregivers pushed the old man and scolded him:

"Old Qian, we are wary of all kinds of monsters these days, so stop talking nonsense like that!"

The old man's face changed and he quickly said sorry.

Fu Jingyou's expression was gloomy, as he understood the twists and turns involved.

This old man is the same type of person as he was before.

The ward was always stocked with nutritional supplements such as malted milk, so that Lu Miao could drink a sip to replenish his energy when he woke up.

Tang Mei quickly made a cup of malted milk, blew it cool with a small spoon and fed it to Erbao.

Once the breath was cleared, Erbao's condition really improved a lot.

When I first fed my second baby malted milk, he choked a few times.

Later he gradually learned to swallow. As soon as the spoon was placed on him, his little mouth would move in the direction to suck the food.

The little guy hasn't eaten much recently and is very hungry.

Fu Jingyou touched Erbao's face, which was full and sleeping soundly, with his knuckles, and he suddenly felt much more at ease.

The two people who were looking after Mr. Qian were very annoying because they kept interrupting him.

Lu Yuanzheng had just put pressure on them to leave first.

After handing Erbao to Tang Mei to help look after him, Fu Jingyou approached Mr. Qian in the corner.

His lips were dry, his knees sank, and with a dull "thump", he knelt down directly in front of Mr. Qian.

Not only was Mr. Qian shocked, but Tang Mei and Lu Yuanzheng were also shocked.

Mr. Qian is still sensitive at the moment, how could he dare to do this?

Quickly stood up and helped Fu Jingyou:

"Hey, little comrade! A man's knees are as precious as gold. Now we emphasize equality for all. You can't do that! Hurry up, get up!"

Fu Jingyou stubbornly refused to stand up. He just slammed his forehead to the ground with a loud bang.

Fu Jingyou has no other weaknesses; Lu Miao and the child are everything to him.

Apart from Lu Miao and the child, there was nothing else he could not give up.

"You are very capable. If you can save children, you can definitely save adults."

Hope rose in his heart, and Fu Jingyou choked up, shedding tears that were completely different from his previous emotions:

"Please, think of something, think of something! Save her, save her..."

Every word he said came from the bottom of his heart and was so sad that Tang Mei couldn't bear to read it.

Lu Yuanzheng frowned, feeling a little melancholy. He looked at her twice, then walked to the window with his hands behind his back, without saying a word.

Yes, everyone is equal now.

But no matter what time, the saying "A man's knees are made of gold" is always true.

Kneel before heaven and earth above, and kneel before parents below.

This kid named Fu would kneel down to old man Qian from Northwest Farm for his daughter.

Lu Yuanzheng really didn't expect or anticipate it.

So I was surprised, sad, and even more moved...

Mr. Qian had no choice but to tell the truth:

"A doctor's heart is compassionate. I won't stand idly by if there's even a glimmer of hope. But right now, there's still something missing, and I'm afraid it's difficult to find..."

Tang Mei shuddered and hugged Erbao closer.

Lu Yuanzheng also turned around at the window.

Having said that, there is clearly still hope.

Fu Jingyou no longer hesitated and quickly stood up and asked:

"What's missing? What else do you need? I'll get it!"

As long as there is hope, no matter what obstacles lie ahead, he can get it!

What Mr. Qian wanted was nothing special, even ordinary. It was just some Chinese medicinal herbs.

Medicinal herbs that replenish and nourish the blood, such as Rehmannia root and Chinese angelica.

The person on the bed looked like he was about to die, but he was still holding on.

During the consultation just now, Mr. Qian talked to Tang Mei and learned that she had been reluctantly feeding Lu Miao some ginseng soup recently.

Mr. Qian has seen the ginseng residue and he knows that the ginseng is at least thirty years old and is a good ginseng.

With such a good ginseng in hand, it is no wonder that you can hold on to your breath.

But just hanging up the lungs is useless. The mother may suffer from severe bleeding due to abnormal fetal position and difficult delivery.

Nourishing blood is difficult in itself, and since so much blood has been consumed, replenishing blood is of utmost importance.

Furthermore...

The mother is unconscious and cannot expel the lochia.

The body cannot move, so most of these conditions require acupressure, massage, and acupuncture to assist in conditioning.

Those filthy things that remain in the body for a long time will also cause harm to the patient's body.

Mr. Qian has a heavy burden on his shoulders and won't be here long. Pinching the acupoints is easy to teach him.

Good ginseng must be used with good medicine.

In recent years, there are many barefoot doctors in the countryside, but it is difficult to find a Chinese medicine practitioner who is serious and dedicated.

Finding fine herbs that are expertly prepared is no easy task.

Mr. Qian spoke eloquently, and finally said:

"Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes fate and physical constitution, and often has a different prescription for each person..."

"This is the only optimal solution I can think of for the current situation, but... it's not guaranteed to be effective."

It's at least a hope.

The mother has exhausted her energy and blood, her vitality is severely damaged, and she suffers from severe internal deficiency.

At this time, you can only replenish your body, qi and blood.

Try to hold up this lining as much as possible, and then...

Whether a person can hold on or not depends on his own fate.

Mr. Qian clenched his right fist slightly and tapped the table with his knuckles with a hint of worry.

He came up with this idea simply because the ginseng could keep him alive, so he dared to give it a try.

In fact, I am not very sure.

"That's all I have to say. You, as family members, should also consider this."

Consideration?

What to consider?

What else needs to be considered?

"I need Rehmannia root, Chinese angelica root, Astragalus root, and Poria cocos. I'll go find them, I'll go find them!"

Genuine Chinese herbal medicine is not easy to obtain, but Fu Jingyou is a local after all, so there is no guarantee that he will have a way.

"The others are secondary. Cooked Rehmannia root is the first choice. If you don't have cooked Rehmannia root, raw Rehmannia root will do..."

Mr. Qian thought for a while, then took Fu Jingyou and said:

"If it doesn't work, whoever has pigeons can exchange one or two."

Fu Jingyou nodded repeatedly. Although his face looked haggard and worn, he was full of energy.

He was in a hurry to leave, and when he saw Dabao babbling and kicking his legs at Lu Miao's side, his eyes suddenly softened.

Fu Jingyou pinched the little hand of Erbao in Tang Mei's arms.

He walked to the bedside in a flash, touched Dabao, held Lu Miao's hand and rubbed it against his face, and finally walked out of the ward resolutely.

Pigeon, Rehmannia root...

He will bring it back!

Orthodox Chinese medicine is indeed more sensitive now.

But perhaps sensitive people form a circle of their own.

As a member of a sensitive group, Fu Jingyou actually knew a family that practiced traditional Chinese medicine.

It is said that two generations ago, they were all famous court physicians in the late Qing Dynasty.

Fu Jingyou was riding his bicycle back and met Chen Guifen on the way.

Chen Guifen stopped him and asked:

"Where's the baby? Where's the baby? Where did you take the baby?!"

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