Hua Zhao had already checked his pulse, took out a bottle of medicine from the medicine cabinet, and poured it into a small machine in the corner.
That's a small atomizer.
The atomizer has been invented for more than 100 years, but it only entered China in the 1990s and gradually became popular.
Hua Zhao's machine was brought back from abroad a few years ago, just in case it was needed.
As a result, it can be considered as a start-up today.
"This is an atomizer. It can inhale the medicine into the respiratory tract and directly to the affected area. Come and try it." Hua Zhao said to Zhao Yong.
Zhao Yong's lung problems are serious, with various blockages, breaks, and inflammation. He may have developed a certain degree of drug resistance, and ordinary medicines are no longer effective.
I can only use her plant essences. Fortunately, plant essences are most useful in repairing wounds and treating inflammation.
Zhao Yong's eyes lit up as soon as he heard that it was directly applied to the affected area, and it worked!
He sat down obediently and took something like a breathing photo with him.
Hua Zhao pressed the switch.
Instantly, a refreshing and cool mist was inhaled by him, and the cough that Zhao Yong was about to have was suppressed instantly. It was gone and disappeared.
He was stunned.
He has never been able to hold back his cough. He can hold it for three seconds, and then he coughs more violently.
For the first time, the cough was suppressed.
No, it's not that I couldn't bear it back, but that it was resolved by this refreshing and cooling medicine.
Zhao Yong glanced at Hua Zhao, his eyes filled with tears, and he quickly lowered his head and looked away for fear of being embarrassed.
But everyone understood the look in his eyes.
This method works!
"This machine will stop in half an hour. I will prepare some medicine while you guys chat first," Hua Zhao said.
"Okay sister-in-law."
"Sister-in-law, walk slowly."
"Sister-in-law, come back quickly, I'm next, help me look at the length of my legs!" Zhuang Yuanwu said.
Hua Zhao smiled and said, "Okay."
She went out to get medicine.
There are so many types of traditional Chinese medicine, 5,000 in total, and more than 500 are commonly used.
Huazhao's family doesn't use it often, so she only has a small pharmacy at her home in Beijing, and there is no arrangement here in Pengcheng.
You have to go out and buy whatever you want to use.
Of course, going shopping is just a pretense, she has everything in her space...
She has collected all 5,767 kinds of traditional Chinese medicine.
And many of them are grown and concocted by themselves, and they are very effective.
She drove to the local pharmacy and came back again. Zhao Yong hadn't finished atomizing it yet.
Several people were still chatting in the clinic.
Zhao Yong only listened but said nothing, and took big mouthfuls of the fairy air, no, the potion.
His lungs felt more comfortable than ever before, they were numb and itchy, no longer burning and the pain was unbearable.
This is a miracle medicine!
Hua Zhao came back and was brewing medicine on the spot while listening to a few people chatting.
When the time is up, the atomizer stops by itself.
Zhao Yong came over immediately and said: "Sister-in-law, I'll take the medicine myself. You can tell me how to take it!" I'm sorry to bother my sister-in-law to prepare the medicine for him myself!
Hua Zhao smiled and said: "No, this is making ointment, which requires skills. You don't know how to do it. I will do it and I won't be tired."
She asked Zhao Yong: "They have all told their own situation. What about you, are you married? How many children do you have?"