Chapter 120 Goiter
The tumor weighs about three pounds, which can be said to be very large.
It was also extremely swollen, and the blood vessels on the skin were clearly visible, and they seemed to be about to burst through the skin and come out on their own.
She rubbed her hands together until her fingers became warm, then she carefully felt the outline of the thyroid gland under the skin.
Prince Qingping and the others stared at them nervously.
This is the first doctor who dared to touch the old lady's sarcoma.
As a son, he didn't dare to touch it, and the maid who served him simply wiped it with a handkerchief.
I wish I could stay away from him for fear of getting sick.
Miss Bai really doesn't mind.
Just for this reason, no matter whether the disease was cured or not, they would remember her kindness.
After searching around, Bai Qinghuan felt relieved.
The outline is relatively neat and smooth, and it is butterfly-shaped. It should not be cancer, but goiter.
It’s a pity that there is no color ultrasound equipment, so I can’t see inside.
It’s easy to say if it’s not cancer.
I took his pulse again and found that his internal organs had some degree of functional impairment, but it was not too serious and could be recovered if he was carefully cared for.
After the investigation, she had a rough idea in her mind.
The princess quickly asked someone to fetch water for her to wash her hands.
He asked carefully, "Qinghuan, how is mother's illness?"
Bai Qinghuan wiped his hands and asked, "Does the old lady ever tell me where it hurts?"
The Princess recalled: "No, mother often said she was very tired and wanted to rest, but she never said she had any pain anywhere."
Even about his neck, he never said it hurt, just that there was a piece of extra flesh and he felt uncomfortable.
"Does the old lady not like to eat fish, shrimp, kelp and other things on a daily basis?"
Now, Prince Qingping was also surprised: "How did you know?"
My mother hates the smell of fish, let alone something from the sea, which is impossible to appear in the kitchen.
"The old lady is still swallowing suffering and changing her tone?"
"Yes, this year, the tumor has grown bigger and bigger, and my mother can only swallow thin porridge."
Prince Qingping felt that Bai Qinghuan had some talent, otherwise how could he always guess so accurately?
If you pay attention, you can find out what your mother eats, but only people who are close to her will know the changes in her voice.
"What kind of disease is this?"
Bai Qinghuan knew that they wouldn't understand what she was talking about when she talked about the effects of thyroid hormones and iodine deficiency, so she could only try to describe it in simple terms:
"Let me put it this way. The old lady hasn't eaten anything from the sea for a long time, and she's missing something in her body."
"Missing something?"
"Yes, as long as you fill it with something like this, slowly the old lady's neck will return to its original state, and she will get better."
Prince Qingping stared with wide eyes, eager to learn: "How do I make up for it?"
Bai Qinghuan uttered a few words faintly: "Eat things from the sea."
This is the simplest one.
Prince Qingping coughed awkwardly, well, he just lost his brain.
Princess Consort looked at the bed worriedly: "But mother can't stand the smell of fishy smells, and can't eat. What should I do?"
"Then try to make it without any fishy smell. I'll write down a few recipes for medicinal food later. Make sure you eat two kinds every day. If you can't eat any at all, your condition will only get worse until you can't wake up."
Chi Songtao felt extremely sad when he thought that his grandmother would die like this.
"I will feed my grandmother meals myself from now on, and I will definitely be able to get her into the stomach."
"That would be great."
"If the old lady really can't eat it, there is a slower way, which is to eat sea salt."
Prince Qingping was confused for a moment: "Sea salt? What kind of salt do we usually eat?"
The princess glared at him unhappily. He was a prince, but he spent all his time playing with flowers, birds, fish and insects. He was really lazy and didn't know the difference between grains.
She has been in charge of the household for a long time, so she naturally knows the difference between salt.
Sea salt is bitter and is usually eaten only by poor people who cannot afford fine salt.
Rich people like them naturally eat fine well salt.
"Sea salt tastes bitter, I don't know if my mother can eat it."
"Mother, for the sake of grandma's health, you have to eat even if it's bitter."
Chi Songtao felt a little embarrassed. Bai Qinghuan had already given them a prescription for treatment, but they were still nitpicking about whether it tasted good or not?
Since it is taken as medicine, how can it taste good?
Then she smiled apologetically at Bai Qinghuan: "Don't worry, grandma will be able to eat it."
He believed that his grandmother must have wanted to see him get married and have children, and did not want to die so early.
Bai Qinghuan didn't take Chi Songtao's assurance to heart. She was a doctor and she could write a prescription and if the patient refused to take it, there was nothing she could do.
I want favors from the Prince of Qingping's Mansion, but I won't force it.
Bai Qinghuan wrote down several recipes for medicinal food and gave them to the princess.
The princess looked at it carefully and discovered the beauty of it.
"Adding chicken broth and fat can cover up the fishy smell of the sea, which is really wonderful."
"It's stewed like this and it's soft and tender. I'm sure mother will be able to eat it. Qinghuan, thank you."
The Princess was extremely grateful to her. This was the most considerate doctor she had ever met.
Chi Songtao took a look and said, "Hey, is this handwriting in the official script?"
The official script is the font used for the imperial examinations. Why would she, a girl who would not take the imperial examinations, practice such calligraphy?
"It's different from what you wrote before."
Bai Qinghuan just smiled and said nothing. The prescription was to be circulated, so why would she use her previous handwriting?
She is now using the authentic official style, so even if it gets out and someone wants to frame her, that won’t happen.
Because of this font, everyone writes it almost the same, and it is too easy to imitate.
Chi Songtao had some questions in his mind, but when he saw her smile, he was too embarrassed to ask.
However, from today on, the impression of Bai Qinghuan in his mind was no longer that of a fool or a good-for-nothing, nor was it that of a girl in the boudoir who was good at calligraphy.
But he is a miracle doctor with superb medical skills.
He is a miracle doctor that is unmatched by ordinary people.
Prince Qingping also took a few glances at it. This official script was better than what he wrote. His own memorials were not as neat as hers, so he felt even more embarrassed to ask.
Before leaving, Bai Qinghuan advised: "You too, don't be picky about food. Eat a variety of foods to avoid lack of certain things and contracting diseases."
In fact, taste preferences are family-specific.
The old lady doesn't eat anything from the sea, and Prince Qingping probably doesn't eat much of it either.
Chi Songtao also felt a little guilty because he didn't like the smell of the sea, just like his grandmother.
Won't he be like my grandmother when he gets old?
He would ask the kitchen to prepare two servings of those medicinal dishes so that he could replenish himself.
No, father doesn’t like it either. Make three servings and eat all of them.
The Princess of the County was not picky about food, but she looked at the guilty father and son and said bluntly: "Besides this, the County Prince and Song Tao can't see clearly at night. Qinghuan, you should also show them."
Of course she hopes that her son can become a normal person. Otherwise, if something happens at night one day in the future and he can't see it, it would be fatal.
Prince Qingping was not happy about being exposed: "It's not a big problem, I just won't go out at night."
"Yes, mother, I should follow my father, it's no big deal."
Bai Qinghuan couldn't help laughing when she saw the funny father and son.
"Don't you guys eat carrots or pumpkins?"
They both said in unison: "How do you know?"
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