"Auntie, it's okay, just trust me once." Yang Zimei looked at the aunt firmly.
The aunt couldn't resist her, and she also had the idea of treating a dead horse as a doctor. She had seen so many doctors over the years, but to no avail, so she let this enthusiastic little girl give it a try.
Moreover, looking at her appearance, she is quite different.
The aunt took her into a room next to her. Before she walked in, she smelled a strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine and musty smell.[
Yang Zimei's nose was so sensitive that she sneezed.
This house is really too dark. The windows themselves are narrow and covered with thick black cloth, blocking the fresh air from coming in and making the air in the whole room extremely filthy.
"Auntie, why don't you open the window? This will aggravate the patient's condition." Yang Zimei frowned.
"Sister, uncle can't blow the wind, and his cough becomes even worse when the wind blows." The aunt said helplessly.
Yang Zimei looked at the bed, and saw a skinny man covered under the shabby cotton quilt. His eyes were sunken, his face was hot and his cheeks were red, and he had no look at all. He suddenly coughed violently, which covered his whole body.
Shaking, he finally spit out a mouthful of blood, collapsed on the bed, and continued to breathe hard.
It was indeed severe consumption!
"Ah Quan -" The aunt walked over heartbrokenly and helped the uncle flatten her body, "This girl said she can do acupuncture, please let her take a look."
The uncle glanced at Yang Zimei, coughed violently, and waved his hand, "It's useless to treat my disease. Don't infect this little girl."
Hearing that he was seriously ill and worried about whether he could be infected, Yang Zimei became even more determined to help him.
"Uncle, I'm not afraid of infection. You lie down, I'll look at you, and then do acupuncture for you. You will get better." Yang Zimei said softly.
Seeing the concern and determination in her eyes, the uncle said nothing more and lay down.
Yang Zimei took his pulse and found that he was almost cured. If he didn't receive treatment, he would only have half a month left to live.
He is probably lucky enough to meet himself.
Yang Zimei asked him to lie down on his back and lifted the quilt. He was pitifully thin and his abdomen was highly swollen. In addition to tuberculosis, he also suffered from liver ascites and other diseases.
She took out the silver needle she carried with her and used acupuncture points on the uncle's body such as Taiyuan, Lieque, Neiguan, Feishu, Zusanli, Sanyinjiao, Fenglong and so on. She repeated the needles several times...
After acupuncture is completed, put away the needles.
"puff--"
The uncle sat up and spit out a mouthful of thick black blood. His breathing gradually eased and he felt more comfortable than ever before.
"Ah Quan, what's wrong with you?"[
My aunt was frightened when she saw her husband vomiting black blood.
"Auntie, don't be anxious. He will be fine after he spits out the dirty air in his body. I'll prescribe a few doses of Chinese medicine and you can nurse him back every day. Within half a month, he'll be fine. But
, you must pay attention to the indoor air circulation at ordinary times, do not seal it like this, and go out to bask in the sun frequently." Yang Zimei said.
"Is this enough?" The aunt was a little unconvinced.
The uncle touched his stomach and lungs, and said to the aunt, "I feel really much better. Just now it felt like there was a heat flowing all over my body. It was very comfortable. Now it's not so difficult to breathe."
After saying that, he got off the bed with his feet and stood up, feeling a little helpless.
Seeing that he could stand up, the aunt cried with joy and held Yang Zimei's hand gratefully, "Sister, you are really the Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves people in need. He has been to so many doctors but couldn't see anything good. You healed him with an injection all of a sudden. You are so miraculous."
Already."
Seeing them so happy, Yang Zimei was also very happy to be able to save people from illness.
