He was really curious, Qin Fan actually wanted to use traditional Chinese medicine to rescue critically ill patients.
This is undoubtedly a challenge that Western medicine cannot do.
Xing Ying hesitated and gave the prescription to Zeng Hongqing.
Zeng Hongqing was stunned when he saw it.
He Hao was very curious and took it. When he saw it, he screamed in shock.
"This...how is this possible!"
The remaining three doctors all took it to watch, and they all collectively became fools.
Indeed, it is too impossible!
Because this is an Ephedra, Aconite and Asarum Decoction, which is composed of three herbs: Ephedra, Aconite and Asarum.
Originally it was a very common decoction, but the blame lies in the dosage of a single medicine.
In the original prescription, the dosage of aconite should not exceed 30 grams at most.
But in Qin Fan's prescription, the dosage of aconite was as high as 75 grams.
Aconite is pungent, sweet, hot, toxic, and returns to the heart, kidney, and spleen meridians. Its functions can restore yang and relieve stress, replenish fire and yang, dispel cold and relieve pain.
But the taboo of traditional Chinese medicine is "use cold to avoid cold, use heat to avoid heat." Although it is not too hot at the moment, it is definitely not very cool either.
It is obviously unreasonable to use so much aconite as medicine at once.
This is not saving people, but more like taking lives.
Qin Fan didn't speak, just smiled faintly.
"Hurry up and get the medicine. Your father must take the medicine quickly. If anything happens, come and call me."
"Okay!" Xing Ying picked up the prescription and went to grab the medicine.
Qin Fan returned to the office relieved.
"Mr. Qin, why do you use so much aconite?" Zeng Hongqing rubbed his hands, looking very uneasy.
After a pause, he added: "That will kill someone!"
"Yes, Mr. Qin, this is too contrary to common sense. Don't be careless." He Hao also said.
Qin Fan immediately laughed.
"Do you think there is anything worse than a patient dying on the operating table?"
Suddenly, Zeng Hongqing and He Hao were speechless.
Indeed, no matter how large the amount of aconite was, we were still trying to save the patient, but once on the operating table, he would not be able to get off and would die directly.
In comparison, there is still a glimmer of hope.
"Come on, come on, sit down and tell me your diagnosis just now."
Qin Fan pointed to the stool behind him.
The few people sat down honestly, and no one noticed it. It seemed that everything became natural without resistance.
"The patient has phlegm internally, cold-dampness externally, and Yang deficiency and blood stasis," Zeng Hongqing said.
"Yeah, I agree too." He Hao said.
Qin Fan smiled.
"You all just heard Xing Quan's dictation, what was the cause of the disease?"
Zeng Hongqing said: "Patients drink alcohol in the summer because they feel hot and restless, and they drink well water in order to cool down, causing the yang of the spleen and kidneys to be destroyed."
Having said this, he slapped his forehead hard.
"Oh, I kind of understand. The water in deep wells in rural areas is very cold."
"The main function of Ephedra, Fuzi and Xixin Decoction is to remove cold toxins first."
"Mr. Qin, you use Aconite to restore the Yang to save the evil, replenish the fire and support the Yang, and obtain a glimmer of hope."
Qin Fan smiled and nodded, "If you are seriously ill, you need to take strong medicine at your own time."
"That's why I said I'd give it a try. I'll find out tomorrow morning if I can pass this test."
"It's better to save than not to save. I've tried my best, right?"
Well, Zeng Hongqing felt his face getting hot.
Qin Fan's words did not mean to blame him at all.
But in comparison, when it comes to the issue of saving or not saving, Zeng Hongqing is obviously not as free and easy as Qin Fan, let alone Qin Fan.
What Qin Fan cares about is having a clear conscience. I have tried my best.
What Zeng Hongqing cares about is his personal reputation and the measurement of gains and losses.
From the perspective of treating illnesses and saving lives, Zeng Hongqing is a typical Taiping doctor who strives to prevent anything from happening.
Zeng Hongqing fell into deep thought for a while.
He thought about it carefully from beginning to end, including Yang Kui's reaction in the first part and different ways of treating critically ill patients in the second part.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt ashamed of himself, and his mood was as complicated as a mess.
He is even a little embarrassed, having lived for decades, he is not as good as a small doctor in a medical clinic.
Looking at the back of Qin Fan who was sitting in front of him, Zeng Hongqing suppressed the last trace of pride in his heart.
It's time to get off work soon.
Qin Fan came to the ward of critically ill patient Xing Zhaolin again.
I checked before leaving get off work.
The wards of Bian Que Medical Center are generally only provided for temporary use by patients.
Critically ill patients like Xing Zhaolin rarely come to private hospitals.
Zeng Hongqing also knew this.
He didn't rest that night. It was almost 1 o'clock in the evening and he went down to the hospital again.
Because Xing Zhaolin should have taken traditional Chinese medicine three times since he was admitted to the hospital.
He has always been concerned about whether Xing Zhaolin has changed.
When I just walked into the ward, I found that in addition to the Xing Quan brothers and sisters, Qin Fan was also there.
"Hey, Doctor Zeng, you haven't rested yet?" Qin Fan was a little surprised.
"No, I've been paying attention to his changes."
Zeng Hongqing asked: "Mr. Qin, how are you doing now?"
Qin Fan smiled and said, "It's not that fast. Generally speaking, it's not getting better or worse."
Zeng Hongqing was slightly startled.
He took his pulse and nodded repeatedly.
"No change is a good sign! It's like a confrontation between two armies. Our side currently has the advantage."
"If there was going to be a problem, it should have arisen long ago. Mr. Qin, you are right."
Qin Fan stood up.
"Let's go back and rest. If the fever can subside and wake up tomorrow, then there will be real hope."
"Um."
The two returned to the apartment to rest separately.
The next day, the medical clinic went to work as usual.
When the training doctors called their names early, Zhu Zhengyuan said a few words briefly, and then announced the scores of each training doctor.
Of course, there are rewards and punishments.
"I hope everyone will take this score seriously. Two comrades were awarded yesterday."
"They are Jiang Fan who answered the questions, and Comrade Zeng Hongqing who visited the patient late at night."
"They each received a reward once, and I hope everyone can continue their efforts."
Qin Fan, Huang Xiangshan and Zhu Zhengyuan took the lead in applauding.
Everyone also responded one after another.
Zeng Hongqing actually felt a little excited.
Normally I don't feel any emotion when being praised by the hospital, but here is a small reward, and I am actually a little excited.
Even he himself felt too ridiculous.
At this time, Xing Quan's shouting came from downstairs.
"Mr. Qin, Mr. Qin!"
Qin Fan quickly went down to the medical center on the first floor.
"What's the matter?"
"My father's fever seems to have subsided and his asthma has subsided," Xing Quan said.
"Oh~"
Qin Fan walked into the ward, felt Xing Zhaolin's pulse, and relaxed after tasting it for a few seconds.
Then he felt the temperature of the other person's forehead with the back of his hand.
"Well, continue to give him medicine until he wakes up completely and then call me."
After saying that, he left the ward.
At this time, Zeng Hongqing, He Hao and others who had completed the early roll call all chased them to the ward.
Zeng Hongqing asked about the situation, and he nodded thoughtfully.
Suddenly a word popped into my mind.
Yes, Qin Fan's entire treatment idea is like peeling off the cocoon.
Whether the fever can be reduced and revived is the first step.
In the next step, Qin Fan will adjust the prescription and treat Xing Zhaolin step by step.
As the saying goes, medicine is dead, but treatment ideas are alive.
Different prescriptions have different effects in the hands of different doctors.
Zeng Hongqing had something in his mind and would not tell anyone else.