Yang Mo stepped forward to find the needle insertion point and looked at Dr. Ding next to her. "The needle should be inserted towards the patient's belly button without touching the bones on both sides. The needle insertion position is accurate and there will be a feeling of breakthrough."
He has also used deep acupuncture treatment for stroke patients and knows the feelings Miss Yang mentioned.
I have tried the anesthetic made from Sichuan peppercorns and Pinellia ternata, and it will feel numb after a quarter of an hour when applied to the skin. In this way, lumbar puncture should not be very painful.
Doctor Ding looked at Dong Zhao, who slightly tilted his head, and Doctor Ding inserted the long needle along the place Yang Mo had said.
"When you feel a breakthrough, move the needle back a little."
Yang Mo said while looking at the patient's condition carefully.
Ding Ke's sweat has wet the soft towel on his head. It sounds like a simple thing, but it is just inserting the needle into the patient's body. He didn't expect it to be so difficult. There must be no deviation in inserting the needle between the bone seams.
The drop in intracranial pressure is instantaneous, and cannot be done too quickly otherwise cerebral herniation will occur.
Yang Mo took the small bamboo tube from Ding Ke and slowly and tentatively twitched the piston at the back. She clearly felt that something was being drawn in. Unfortunately, the small bamboo tube was not transparent and could not see the shape of the cerebrospinal fluid inside.
Everyone was watching Miss Yang's action, pricking the needle into the patient's back, which no one had done before. Everyone knew that the back was a weak point, and many criminals died from broken spines due to the cane.
How dare Miss Yang put needles in this place.
While Ding Ke was looking at it in a daze, Yang Mo had already pulled out the pillow and pressed the needle hole with a soft towel.
How does Miss Yang's brain grow? Let's not talk about whether it can save people. Just this method is not something ordinary people can think of.
Everyone is staring at the small bamboo tube. Could there really be something inside?
The patient was laid flat on the bed, but his breathing was still stable and he was not dead.
Yang Mo picked up the pillow that had been prepared and placed it behind the patient's head, "This is to prevent the fluid in the brain from continuing to flow from the nose."
Patients with traumatic cerebrospinal fluid leakage can heal themselves through intracranial bone plates.
Now let’s see if the patient’s intracranial pressure will increase.
"Does this mean the treatment is effective?" Ding Ke asked.
Yang Mo used a lamp to shine on the patient's eyes, but there was no pupil asymmetry or dilation, which at least meant that the cerebrospinal fluid extracted just now did not cause the patient's brain herniation.
Yang Mo said: "It's a good sign. We still have to see if we can survive tonight."
After settling the patient, Yang Mo pushed out the cerebrospinal fluid from the small bamboo tube.
Everyone huddled together to look at what was on the porcelain plate.
"There's real juice."
"Is this the fluid in the brain? How can it be considered as something in the brain if it's not taken out of the brain?"
The human brain and spine are connected through the foramen magnum. It is difficult to explain clearly without taking an anatomy class.
"Why does it look cloudy?" the doctor next to me asked first.
"It's because the patient has a head plague, so it's cloudy."
Miss Yang's words were conclusive, and Ding Ke was even more certain that the Yang family must have carefully studied the human body for their medical skills, and even if they hadn't, they had calculated the results using animal bodies. Ding Ke was suddenly very excited. What he had thought about before,
Someone is really going to make it happen, at least the Yang family. He used to be dismissive of the Yang family, but now he can't help but have some admiration in his heart. This is the real Xinglin family.
The Yang family's theory may not become a school of its own in the future.
Ding Ke's eyes were much brighter than usual when he thought about this.
Coming out of the patient room, Ding Ke looked at Yang Mo, "The new prescription Miss Yang used can really cure acne?"
Yang Mo shook his head, "It only took a short time, and no cases have been cured yet, but there are many patients who have been relieved as a result. I have recorded them clearly."
Dr. Ding took the patient's pulse record from Dr. Yao and saw that it was not the first time to treat acne. In comparison, Miss Yang did reduce the number of untreated patients this time.
"If we continue to use this method of treatment, what will it take?"
Hearing Ding Ke's words, Yang Mo raised her head happily, not expecting that Dr. Ding would agree with her method.
"I need a lot of those little bamboo tubes I just got, and I need to find more people who have had acne and have recovered."
Ding Ke nodded after listening.
"Then there are the Chinese herbal medicines used to treat acne, and the soft cloth towels we use," Yang Mo said, looking around, "We will build several treatment centers to separate the patients."
Ding Ke said: "I will have people clear out the nearby village and use it as a treatment center. I will have people prepare everything Miss Yang wants as soon as possible."
Yang Mo nodded.
It’s not like the Children’s Hospital didn’t do anything. At least he took perfect protective measures and isolated the acne-affected areas layer by layer. No one in the villages outside suffered from acne. Otherwise, where would he find so many anti-acne serums?
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Seeing the imperial doctor and the students at Tai Hospital busy, Yang Mo let out a long breath. For the first time in so many years, she felt relaxed, like someone helping to carry a heavy burden.
Dr. Ding selected the imperial doctor and the students from Tai Hospital to learn from Yang Mo how to take serum and how to inject it into the patient's body. Yang Mo spoke carefully. Dr. Ding showed surprised expressions from time to time. When did the Yang family's
With his medical skills reaching this level, there were many things that even he couldn't understand.
Yang Mo taught all the imperial doctors and students, and then walked out of the room to share the medicine with Qiu Tong.
Qiutong and Haruhe also suddenly felt relaxed.
Qiu Tong smiled and said: "I'm really not used to it. I had to cook so many towels before, but now they are all taken away by the students from the Tai Hospital."
"That Dr. Ding is really amazing, and the Crown Prince... As soon as we stood there, everyone went to work."
No, Yang Mo couldn't help but smile when she looked at her dirty skirt. She didn't expect that the situation would suddenly change like this. With Doctor Ding and Prince Dong helping her like this, she had no choice but to take out all the knowledge in her head.
, try your best to treat acne so as not to fail them.
Yang Mo looked at Qiu Tong, "Prepare the pen and ink, I want to write down the pulse of the patient just now more clearly."
Hearing Miss Yang's laughter from a distance, Dong Zhao felt a little relieved, his tense face relaxed a little, and he led people to check the situation in the surrounding villages.
Ajiu was indescribably happy when she heard that Miss Yang had revived a patient who had suffered a serious head injury. She hurriedly went to Jiang Ping and asked, "What if our young master's old disease relapses?
Can the young lady also be cured?" In his opinion, they are not all the same disease. The young master also fainted for several days at that time.
Ajiu said with great interest. She raised her head and looked at Jiang Ping. Jiang Ping looked like he had done something unjust and was punished. Ajiu couldn't help being shocked, "What's wrong? Is the young master scolding me?"
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Jiang Ping shook his head and swallowed after a while, "Dong Shizi... I may... I said something wrong... Do you think... Dong Shizi is a person who holds grudges?"
Ajiu couldn't help but be stunned. He had never seen Prince Dong lose his temper before. At most, he was not very kind. The young master was cold and didn't like to talk. Prince Dong had the majesty of a military general and could become a general among millions of armies.
First level.
"What happened?"
Jiang Ping just cried and said, anyway, he said that it would be better to go to the young master and tell him so that the young master could make up his mind. With this in mind, Jiang Ping went straight into Liu Chengling's house.
There were many imperial doctors coming to the Imperial Hospital, but Liu Chengling couldn't show up. Seeing Yang Mo treat the patients, he went back to the room to read and wrote a letter to the Ministry of Household Affairs.
When Jiang Ping entered the room, Liu Chengling handed over the box with the letter and said, "Have someone deliver it to Zhang Erzheng in Beijing."
Jiang Ping took the box but didn't leave yet.
Liu Chengling raised his eyes, and Jiang Ping told the story about Dong Zhao aggrievedly. After all, Jiang Ping was also a personal guard. He had a good bloodline passed down from generation to generation. Even Zhang Erzheng respected him, but now he was like a human being.
The insect that was easily crushed to death completely lost its momentum.
Liu Chengling asked calmly, "What did you ask Dong Zhao to do?"
Jiang Ping was speechless for a moment, what was he going to say? Mind the master's business? Then he would live to the end, "I was thinking that the young master and Crown Prince Dong could talk to each other, and Crown Prince Dong...you and Miss Yang...Yang
How rare it is to be a young lady..." At this point, I couldn't say two words.
But the words are so explicit, no one can understand.
Jiang Ping watched the young master get furious. He didn't hear the sound for a long time. He raised his head and took a quick glance. The young master's face looked as usual and he didn't know what he was thinking.
After a long while, Liu Chengling said, "What did Dong Zhao say?"
If the young master gets angry, the most he can do is get a slap in the face. Now that he is silent, Jiang Ping feels that a disaster is imminent, and his whole body is shaken. "Prince Dong seems to be angry, and he asked me not to interfere with the young master's affairs.
If you have time, please advise the young master to leave here as soon as possible."
Dong Zhao's reputation as a "General who quells chaos" is not for nothing. If he hadn't had such a reputation, those barbarians would not know how rampant they would be. Now this "General who quells chaos" appears in the epidemic area in the blink of an eye... Liu Chengling understands Dong Zhao's
Temperament, if Dong Zhao can go all out like this, it must be a big deal. Dong Zhao is calm and will not mess around. There are not many things he believes in, but once he makes up his mind, he will never give up.
Liu Chengling stood quietly, the sun fell on his shoulders, coating his moon-white robe with a layer of gold. His eyes, as deep as black jade, made it difficult to see through his expression. His whole person exuded innate majesty.
, making people afraid to look directly.
Jiang Ping had not figured out the young master's thoughts yet, and Ajiu next to him said: "The young master's injury has not healed yet. Please ask Miss Yang to come and take a look later!"
Jiang Ping glanced at Ajiu. He still had no results, but Ajiu dared to mention Miss Yang again.
Liu Chengling said nothing, and Ajiu breathed a sigh of relief. This was regarded as acquiescence. He quickly glanced at Jiang Ping next to him. Jiang Ping then bowed and left with Ajiu.
"Elm head," the two people walked out of the house and reached a secluded place. Ajiu couldn't help but say to Jiang Ping. It was Jiang Ping who was the first to see the heat, but today he got the credit for it in vain, "you didn't do it in vain either."
After being looked down upon by Prince Dong, but without Prince Dong's push, the young master would have been kept in the dark. Now the clouds have cleared up and the moon has finally cleared up."
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