Miss Twelve wanted to talk to her mother in a hurry, but when she moved like this, her forehead was covered with sweat, as if a big stone was pressing on her chest, which made her feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Look at me," Yang Mo whispered, "breathe slowly with me."
No matter who wakes up in this situation, they will feel anxious and it will be more difficult to regain their strength.
The more breathless Miss Twelve becomes, the more quickly she has to pant. This is because she is too nervous and cannot restore her normal breathing rate.
Yang Mo looked at Mrs. Zhou Qi and said, "Give me a piece of thick paper."
Miss Yang wanted thick paper to write on? The servant couldn't react at the moment.
Yang Mo said: "Thicker paper is not for writing."
Mrs. Zhou Qi said: "Go quickly and get a piece of whatever you want."
The servant hurriedly handed over a piece of paper. Yang Mo rolled it into a tube and looked at Miss Twelve, "When I put the paper tube to your mouth, you have to look at me and breathe with me.
, I promise you will feel easier to breathe if you do as I say."
Mrs. Zhou Qi looked at the paper tube in Miss Yang's hand. Can she cure people's illnesses with just a piece of paper?
Yang Mo covered Miss Twelve's mouth with the paper tube, then looked into Miss Twelve's eyes, "Inhale slowly and exhale slowly, following my rhythm."
Yang Mo watched Miss Twelve's breathing and corrected her little by little so that she would no longer be so panicked and forget about her fear, and slowly returned to her normal breathing rate.
Miss Twelve looked at Miss Yang closely, not daring to relax at all. It was Miss Yang who rescued her. If Miss Yang said it was okay, it would be done.
Although breathing slowly gave her an anxious and suffocating feeling, making her feel as if she was still in the coffin, she had to persevere and not let Miss Yang down.
Miss Yang is saving her.
All the strength of Miss Twelve seemed to be used in her hands. She kept clenching her fingers, and Miss Yang's guiding voice came to her ears.
Miss Twelve finally persisted.
"Okay," Yang Mo said with a smile on her face, "Miss Twelve did a great job, that's all."
Yang Mo took the paper tube away, and Miss Twelve felt suddenly relieved, as if a layer of paper had been punctured at the end of her nose.
So clear.
The big stone pressing on her chest seemed to have been moved away.
It's Miss Yang.
Princess Xian next to her was speechless, she was really capable of this girl from the Yang family.
Yang Mo nodded to Miss Twelve, "Try to speak now, it's no problem, just open your mouth and make a sound."
Miss Twelve opened her mouth and called out tentatively.
Everyone heard clearly what Miss Twelve said: "Miss Yang."
Yang Mo nodded, "That's good."
Miss Twelve looked at Princess Xian and Mrs. Zhou Qi, "Ancestor... mother, I... feel... much... much better."
Yang Mo turned her head and saw Master Zhou Qi and Brother Cheng coming in from the door.
Brother Cheng looked at Miss Twelve with his big eyes open.
"Sister Twelve." Brother Cheng broke away from his father and ran over.
Mrs. Zhou Qi grabbed Brother Cheng and said, "Brother Cheng, your twelfth sister is not recovered yet."
Miss Twelve looked at Brother Cheng and saw the two siblings looking at each other. Mrs. Zhou Qi let go of her hand. Brother Cheng rushed over and took Miss Twelve's hand, "Sister Twelve, is there something in the little box?"
It’s hard to sleep.”
Miss Twelve tried her best to smile and nodded to Brother Cheng.
Brother Cheng started to climb on the bed. Yang Mo bent down to avoid Brother Cheng's abdomen, picked up Brother Cheng and placed him beside the bed. Who knew that Brother Cheng grabbed her clothes corner with his backhand and said to Miss Twelve with a smile: "Twelve
Sister, it was Miss Yang who rescued you, you have to thank Miss Yang."
Miss Twelve nodded, and Brother Cheng suddenly said: "Or else I will thank you for you." After Brother Cheng said this, he quickly took something out of his arms and stuffed it into Yang Mo's hand.
Yang Mo felt that the thing in her hand was warm, and when she lowered her head, she saw that it was a beautiful butterfly purse.
Brother Cheng cautiously looked at Yang Mo with wide eyes, fearing that she might not like it.
Those black and white eyes are just simple expectations.
Yang Mo felt very warm in her heart.
Mrs. Zhou Qi immediately burst into tears and smiled, "This is the purse I gave to Brother Cheng, how can I use it to thank Miss Yang?" How much can a purse be worth?
Although it was a purse, it was Brother Cheng's most cherished thing. Yang Mo held it in her hand and said, "Thank you, Brother Cheng, I'll accept it." Everyone has something they cherish.
Everyone is different.
For Brother Cheng, what his mother gives is the best. He is willing to give her the best, which is much better than those polite words and real money.
For Yang Mo, what she values most is life, her life, the lives of her relatives, the lives of patients... Her current life makes her very fulfilled.
Princess Xian sat down next to her, "You have to be nice and don't feel sad."
Miss Twelve nodded.
Yang Mo thought carefully about the symptoms that would occur when the abdomen of Miss Twelve and Brother Cheng were squeezed. If it was caused by the compression of the abdominal mass, it should be palpable, especially for thin children like Miss Twelve and Brother Cheng.
, there is not much subcutaneous fat, and palpation is more accurate.
What would it be if it wasn't an abdominal mass? Intestinal volvulus? Gastrointestinal disease? Abnormal organ development? None of these are hereditary. On the contrary, Brother Cheng's pale face, cold sweats, and dizziness just now seemed to be symptoms of neurological diseases.
No matter what kind of disease it is, it must be highly genetic and have neurological symptoms that will make people... Yang Mo suddenly thought of something, took out the purse that Brother Cheng gave her, and asked Brother Cheng to look at it, "Brother Cheng, purse
What color are the butterfly wings on it?”
Brother Cheng looked at it carefully and said, "It's red."
"What's on the red? Can you see other colors? Do you see a circle of gold around the butterfly wings?"
This butterfly's purse is hooked with gold thread.
Brother Cheng squinted his eyes and looked carefully, "No."
Brother Cheng has a pair of bright eyes, which makes people think that he can see everything in front of him clearly, but he didn't expect that what he saw was such a blurry world.
Yang Moduo wanted to cure them.
Two little kids, they're just kids.
Mrs. Zhou Qi was surprised. She had never realized that Brother Cheng could not see clearly before.
Yang Mo handed the butterfly purse to Miss Twelve, "Miss Twelve, can you see clearly?"
Miss Twelve shook her head, "I... have bad eyesight."
Mrs. Zhou Qi opened her eyes wide in surprise. The children had never said these words to her. She thought she was very careful about her children and tried every means to cure her children's illness. It turned out that she knew nothing.
Before Miss Yang came, she knew nothing.
Yang Mo looked at Mrs. Zhou Qi and nodded. This was the first case she encountered in ancient times that could tell many symptoms but could not be diagnosed.
Several people came out of the inner room and went outside to present the princess and said, "Miss Yang, please tell me if you have anything to say. They are people who have gone through hardships and can endure."
Princess Xian had already seen her dilemma.
Yang Mo turned to look at Madam Zhou Qi, "I want to know if Madam's natal family is related to Master Qi's family?"
When she mentioned this, Mrs. Zhou Qi was slightly startled, and then said: "Our wife is my aunt."
Mother-in-law was very common in ancient times, but in modern times, incestuous marriages are not allowed because of genetic defects. If the disease occurs in children, and neurological symptoms appear when the abdomen is touched, and there is visual impairment, abdominal tumors should be suspected.
Yang Mo thought of pheochromocytoma in children, which often occurs in the abdomen.
Mrs. Zhou Qi said in a trembling voice: "Can it be cured?"
Gene defective diseases are difficult to cure, especially if the symptoms are severe. If it is pheochromocytoma in children, the tumor must be removed through surgery.
What she lacks now is surgery.
Yang Mo said: "It can be cured, but the risk is very high. I'm not very sure. It's very likely that it won't be cured."
Mrs. Zhou Qi's sweat suddenly broke out from her body.
Before the servants could come in to report, Master Zhou Qi, King Xian, and Zhou Chengling entered the door.
Seeing Master Qi, Mrs. Qi stood up and shouted anxiously, "Master..."
Master Zhou Qi pretended to be calm, "How does Miss Yang treat it?"
Mrs. Zhou Qi and Yang Mo stood up and saluted King Xian, Mr. Zhou Qi and Zhou Chengling.
Yang Mo looked at Zhou Chengling. Zhou Chengling's expression was natural and his eyes were calm, as if no matter what she said, he would not object.
Yang Mo felt relieved. Perhaps no matter how shocking she was, Zhou Chengling could understand, "The treatment I'm talking about requires incising the abdomen, carefully checking whether there are abnormalities inside, and removing the abnormal areas, and the disease will get better."
Mrs. Zhou Qi didn't seem to understand a word she said.
Master Zhou Qi took a breath of air.
King Xian understood after hearing this, "You said you want to cut the person open?"
Yang Mo nodded, "If you want to treat it, this is the only way. I'm afraid it won't be effective if you just use herbal medicine."
Mr. Zhou Qi thought of the children who had died in the past. It was not that they had never taken herbal medicine. On the contrary, they had all consulted doctors no matter where they came from.
King Xian shook his head, "How can there be such a thing? What if it can't be cured?"
Yang Mo said: "So you can't treat it casually like this. Even if you ask me to operate now, I won't do it unless I'm desperate."
When Princess Xian heard this, she suddenly said, "Girl Yang, please speak more carefully. There are no outsiders here, and no one will say anything about you."
Yang Mo said: "Miss Twelve is very ill. I will try to treat her with a prescription first, but it may not have any effect. What I mean by desperation is that when the medicine fails to work, I have to think about whether to give it a last try.
"
A dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor.
Mrs. Zhou Qi thought of these words and burst into tears.
What should I do? Miss Yang's method sounds scary. When the time comes, do you want to try it?
King Xian went to see Zhou Chengling.
Zhou Chengling's eyes were always facing Yang Mo.
King Xian shook his head. In the past, I only heard people talk about Miss Yang. Now these things have appeared in the clan camp. In the future, Miss Yang will marry in, and people outside will discuss today's events.
If Miss Yang's method is revealed, I don't know how many words will be elicited. If someone is killed accidentally, no matter how Zhou Chengling arranges it, there will be people who will come out to oppose and refuse to let Yang in.
King Xian said: "Miss Yang has used this method before?"
Real surgery? Yang Mo shook her head, "No." No, she didn't even use surgery to treat Ge Shitong's wife.