Zhang Shengjie knew the reason for Qin Fan's anger and quickly advised: "Forget it, fortunately there is a way."
There are too many doctors like this in reality and it is impossible to manage them.
Besides, they are only experts in the ministry and have no right to interfere in local affairs.
Qin Fan felt helpless and could only suppress the anger in his heart.
No matter how good medical skills are, they can only cure diseases and even save critically ill patients.
But if you want to change this trend, it is a level that cannot be touched by medical skills.
Seeing Qin Fan's rage, Ma Shun thought that the child was in an irreversible condition.
He said anxiously: "Two experts, please think of a solution. My little boy is so pitiful."
Qin Fan waved his hand.
"Don't worry, we will find a way, but you must also cooperate and don't make a fuss in the hospital."
"And the hospital also understands your feelings and will do its best to help you."
"Okay, okay, I'll listen to the two experts." Ma Shun quickly assured.
"Mr. Zhang, since Ma Xiaotian's yin and yang are in danger, I think we should take care of him slowly." Qin Fan said.
Zhang Shengjie naturally understood what Qin Fan meant.
Only by replenishing the yin and yang vitality in the body can we proceed with further treatment.
This little patient suffered from diarrhea and his vitality was greatly weakened.
Just like a dam, it is already riddled with holes and is in danger.
In fact, with Qin Fan's medical skills, there is no need to consult Zhang Shengjie.
However, Qin Fan respected the old comrade and still sincerely consulted Zhang Shengjie's opinion.
Zhang Shengjie nodded, "Mr. Qin, just prescribe the medicine."
Qin Fan prescribed Ginseng Sini Decoction for treatment, and both he and Zhang Shengjie signed the prescription.
"Doctor Qi, quickly find a nurse to prepare the medicine according to the prescription, fry it over high heat, and deliver it as soon as possible."
Zhang Shengjie handed the prescription to Dr. Qi.
Doctor Qi took the prescription with both hands and went out to find the nurse.
Half an hour later, the decoction was delivered, and Yang Lei slowly fed it spoonful by spoonful, dividing it into several portions before feeding it down.
Then, he boiled another dose and took it in divided doses.
Qin Fan and Zhang Shengjie have been staying at the hospital.
It wasn't until 9 o'clock in the evening that Dr. Qi hurriedly opened the office door.
"Expert Qin, Expert Zhang, and Ma Xiaotian have responded."
Qin Fan and Zhang Shengjie immediately stood up and walked to the ward.
"What's going on now?" Zhang Shengjie asked.
"My limbs have warmed up, my convulsions, cold sweats, and diarrhea have stopped. I can moan and speak, but I am unable to sit up."
Doctor Qi explained the situation while walking.
"Well, it doesn't matter. This is just constant diarrhea, which damages the vitality of the body." Zhang Shengjie said.
The three of them walked into the ward together.
Seeing Qin Fan and Zhang Shengjie arriving, Ma Shun and Yang Lei quickly stood up.
The couple is extremely grateful now. Originally, their son was dying and had one foot in the door of hell.
Qin Fan and Zhang Shengjie were forced to use two pairs of Chinese medicine to bring him back.
Qin Fan and Zhang Shengjie both stepped forward to check his pulse, and then asked Ma Xiaotian about his personal feelings.
Finally, Qin Fan prescribed traditional Chinese medicine to replenish qi and spleen, and he slowly recovered.
Use Codonopsis pilosula, Atractylodes macrocephala, dried ginger, licorice root, astragalus root and psoralen to make a prescription, take 1 dose per day.
To be honest, because Ma Shun didn't understand medicine, he was worried about his son's illness and eager to change doctors and prescriptions.
Although the treatment in traditional Chinese medicine hospitals was legal, the doctors did not take Ma Xiaotian's constitution into account, did not distinguish the symptoms clearly, and did not distinguish the severity. They used heavy medicine for a disease that was not serious.
So much so that it develops into a critical illness of yin and yang deficiency, which is out of control.
Although he was rescued, his vitality was severely damaged and he was in great danger.
A simple eating disorder that comes over and over again.
Now it is like a broken porcelain bowl, which has to be picked up piece by piece and matched piece by piece.
The repair process must not be rushed.
Even Western medicine can only supplement various trace elements of the human body at this time.
Seeing that Ma Xiaotian was out of danger, the two went to visit the female patient with schistosomiasis.
The latter took the medicine continuously for one day and one night, and the ascites began to slowly subside.
This speed is almost visible to the naked eye.
Seeing that the situation on both sides was improving, the two returned to the guest house to rest.
The next day, Chu Shao did not come to pick up Han Ling again, but Zheng Jianning came in person.
After Han Ling had breakfast, he came to Bian Que Hall and saw a military jeep outside the door.
No need to guess, she also knew that it was Zheng Jianning's car.
No one dares to park ordinary private cars like this, because the traffic police comrades will diligently affix all the tickets.
Zheng Jianning walked in from outside, and he has now become a regular visitor here.
He greets everyone he meets and doesn't treat himself as a guest at all.
"Ling'er, let's go."
Han Ling silently packed up the acupuncture kit and moxibustion sticks, gave nurse Xiaoling a few instructions, and then went out.
Zheng Jianning waved to Han Ling to go to the other side of the car.
Han Ling walked over in confusion, but saw Zheng Jianning opening the passenger door for her.
"Ling'er, please sit in the front. If you sit in the back, I will be easily distracted."
This guy, just let me know if you want to chat, and find a reason to easily get distracted.
Han Ling was startled and rolled his eyes.
He reached out and opened the rear door and sat in.
Zheng Jianning smiled coquettishly and scratched his short hair.
Han Ling discovered that Zheng Jianning had a little compulsion in everything he did.
I got close to Xiao Guoer, confessed my love to her, treated Mr. Zheng, had meals on the roadside, and today I asked her to sit in the passenger seat.
Zheng Jianning's reasons were all very good, and she actually agreed to them all.
The same was true for Xiaowen in the past, she passively accepted everything.
But that was the person she loved deeply, so when Zheng Jianning asked again, Han Ling refused to sit in the front.
"Ling'er, what are you thinking about?" Zheng Jianning asked.
"Nothing." Han Ling shook his head, "Oh, Mr. Zheng, how is Mr. Zheng?"
"My grandpa said that after your treatment, he felt very comfortable and relaxed," Zheng Jianning said.
"Ling'er, don't always call me Mr. Zheng. Mr. Zheng, I feel like we are separated by the Pacific Ocean."
Han Ling glared at him angrily.
She felt that Zheng Jianning was looking for reasons to force correction again.
Then he turned his attention outside.
Zheng Jianning said: "You can call me Jianning, Brother Jianning."
Han Ling turned a deaf ear and ignored him, leaving Zheng Jianning to make trouble for himself.
Little did he know that this was Han Ling's rebellious psychology.
An hour later, the jeep came to the guard post again.
They went through strict security checks before being released.
Zheng Jianning looked at the time.
"At this time, my grandpa is still listening to the music, so I will take you around."
"It's very strict here, okay?" Han Ling was a little nervous.
Zheng Jianning laughed, "You've already entered the heart, what else can you do? We won't get out of the car."
He drove a jeep and took Han Ling around the nursing home.
Only then did Han Ling realize how big the sanatorium was. There were many small buildings in the dense forest, and there was an artificial lake in the middle.
According to Zheng Jianning, all the people living here are retired senior military cadres.
After walking around for a while, we returned to Mr. Zheng’s small building.
Chu Shao came out and said, "Doctor Han, you go in."
Zheng Jianning took Han Ling into the small building.
Mr. Zheng is still wearing an old-fashioned military uniform that has never changed. He did not take care of the pothos today, but was cleaning an old-fashioned pistol.
"Grandpa, you are taking care of this gun again." Zheng Jianning said.
"Grandpa Zheng." Han Ling shouted.
"Oh, little Ling'er, come sit here first and wait for me for a while." Mr. Zheng said with a smile.
"It doesn't matter, Grandpa Zheng, can this gun still be used?" Han Ling asked curiously.