Luo Xing went home and quickly took out the medical kit, which he later specially built for himself. Even if he occasionally needed to be a guest doctor, he still had to look decent.
This is called "professionalism".
People like Liu Zhimei who had taken the "Nine Turns of Resurrection Pill" may have vomited blood, but they probably won't die for a while.
If she died before others arrived, she couldn't blame herself, it only meant that she was destined not to survive.
Zhuo Mu was obviously in a hurry, and he was almost racing along the way. This was on the streets of Luojing, where there was a huge flow of people.
It's not a trivial matter if you accidentally bump into someone, but Cheng Guogong Shen Zhuang shouldn't care about it.
If he was killed or injured, he would just have to pay for it. Is it possible that the Duke of Chengguo should also pay for his life?
The carriage drove directly to the small red building in Cheng Guogong's mansion.
"Captain Luo, please come quickly." Zhuo Mu opened the carriage door and said to Luo Xingyi inside, Mrs. Liu was in danger, how could he not be anxious.
"Mr. Zhuo, you are not driving a car, you are simply racing." Luo Xing got out of the car. He had been bumpy along the way.
"You save my wife first, and Zhuo will apologize to you later." Zhuo Mu quickly said with a smile.
Luo Xing also knew that it was important to save people, so he immediately jumped out of the carriage with the medicine box in hand: "Lead the way from the front."
Familiar room.
Luo Xing was brought into it.
Inside the tent, a person was sitting sideways on the bed, and someone could be seen lying on the bed. The atmosphere in the room was a bit depressing.
"My lord, Captain Luo is here."
Shen Zhuang naturally heard it and stood up quickly. He was extremely proud in his life. Even Emperor Yongxi never asked him to bow his head.
But this time, he came to Luo Xing and bowed deeply: "Mr. Luo, Shen has been offended many times before. Please ask Mr. Luo to save Zhimei one more time. Shen is deeply grateful."
"I have no grudge against Mr. Shen, not to mention saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Now that I'm here, I will naturally try my best." Who doesn't say nice things? Anyway, that's not why he came to the Shen Mansion.
Weakness is the original sin.
How could he not be able to defeat Shen Zhuang now? Besides, he had a good opinion of Liu Zhimei, so he would not offend others just because of this.
If you have to create an enemy for yourself in a fight of your own will, then your brain is in trouble.
"Mr. Shen, my secret method is involved in the diagnosis and treatment process. Please ask you and Mrs. Liu's maid to go out." Luo Xing said.
"Okay." This request was not too much. Shen Zhuang agreed and immediately waved his hand to signal all the maids in the room to go out.
"Captain Luo, is there anything else that needs to be prepared?"
"It's warm water that has been cooled after boiling. It's enough that you can put your hands in it without feeling hot. Also, make some porridge. I'll give you a recipe and add some herbs." Luo Xing said. He had diagnosed and treated Liu Zhimei, and in his heart I am still confident that there is no problem with warm and tonic medicinal porridge.
"Okay, let's get through it right away." Shen Zhuang agreed.
Luo Xing casually wrote a warming recipe on the paper, and then handed it to Shen Zhuang: "Let me taste the cooked porridge first."
"Understood." Shen Zhuang nodded.
Shen Zhuang then went out, and Luo Xing closed the door. Then he came to the tent and hung it up with gold hooks.
A sick face came into view.
Compared with the last time Luo Xing was diagnosed and treated, Liu Zhimei at this time can be described as skinny as a stick.
This appearance must have been a huge blow to Liu Zhimei, who was once a famous talented and beautiful woman in Luojing.
Therefore, she didn't want her appearance to appear in front of others, so she ordered people to lower the tent vines.
"Mr. Luo, I'm sorry to trouble you again."
"I feel a little ashamed when you say that. It is the duty of a doctor to treat illnesses and save people." Luo Xing said hurriedly, "You have been suffering from this disease for many years. This disease comes like a mountain and disappears like a thread. Fortunately, you should take good care of yourself.
OK."
"Don't hide it from me. I took the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Pill, but it had no effect at all. It's just a punishment for me to come back to life." Liu Zhimei said slowly, "Mr. Luo, I want to ask you something.
Son."
"You say?"
"In the drawer of my dressing table, there is a partition. There are two letters in it. One is for Her Royal Highness Princess Liuli, and the other is for Azhuang. You can hand it over to me when the time comes."
"You can give these two letters to them yourself?"
"I knew I wouldn't live long, and I might fall asleep and not wake up. When the time came, I didn't say some things that needed to be said, for fear of leaving regrets, so I wrote two letters and kept them. I know
Azhuang will not let anyone touch the things in my room, let alone himself, so he asked you to do this." Liu Zhimei explained.
"Mrs. Liu, actually you don't need to be so pessimistic. I haven't shown it to you yet. Why do you think you will die?" Luo Xing said.
"Mr. Luo, you don't need to comfort me, I know my body myself," Liu Zhimei said.
"Mrs. Liu, if the patient can know his physical condition better than the doctor, then what should we doctors do?" Luo Xing paused and said, "Mrs. Liu, always be more positive and don't be too pessimistic."
Luo Xing said, reaching out and turning over one of Liu Zhimei's wrists, and took her pulse.
Liu Zhimei's health is indeed in bad shape, but it's not that bad, although she seems to be in poor condition.
However, the person who was given the "Nine Turns of Resurrection Pill" was able to survive, but she was too weak to provide backup for the virus in her body.
This is like two armies facing each other. One side is obviously capable of winning, but it has no food and weapons.
It can last for a while, but it cannot last forever. If enough food, grass and weapons are provided, the situation will be different.
Liu Zhimei's body is like this. As long as she can be given enough support, she can defeat the disease on her own.
The treatment of "tuberculosis" is based on this idea.
Food and grass are sufficient nutrition. If the nutrition cannot keep up with the consumption of tuberculosis, the weapon is antibiotics. A two-pronged approach will naturally solve the problem.
Another factor in Liu Zhimei's tuberculosis was that she was poisoned. If he hadn't obtained the fragmentary copy of "The Blue Bag Handbook", he probably wouldn't have known about it either.
In Liu Zhimei's garden, there is actually a kind of purple yellow pistil growing, a small flower with only four petals.
This flower is called "Double Purple" because the petals are double-layered and mainly purple.
This flower is very beautiful and has a long flowering period, but the growth environment is very harsh and must be kept at a room temperature of 15 to 20 degrees Celsius to survive.
Its pollen is slightly poisonous and can slightly paralyze people's nerves, giving them a hallucinogenic feeling.
To put it simply, it makes people happy physically and mentally, but it will not endanger life, but if it lasts for a long time.
People's thinking will be affected.
This poison can also invade the lungs, and may cause "tuberculosis" in people with poor health and weak immunity.
But this would take years and months. He didn't know how Su Xiaoye knew or observed this phenomenon.
Because this world has not evolved to the realm of microscopic particles.
Many medical advances can only be driven by observation or personal practice. To put it bluntly, it is still within the category of empirical medicine.
It was hard for him to say whether Liu Zhimei raised this flower himself or was given by someone else. But if this flower continued to grow in the garden, Liu Zhimei would have problems again sooner or later.
"Mrs. Liu, I'll give you the acupuncture first and let you have some sleep." Luo Xing released his wrist and took out a silver needle and said.
"Yes." Liu Zhimei closed her eyes. She completely trusted Luo Xing.
Luo Xing pricked her with a needle, and Liu Zhimei fell asleep quickly.
Preparing antibiotics is still quite difficult for Luo Xing, at least right now he does not have the conditions.
We can only use traditional Chinese medicine methods to first strengthen the foundation and strengthen the body's resistance, and gradually improve the body's resistance. Although this method is slow, it is also the most suitable for the patient. Severe diseases do not necessarily require strong medicine, sometimes it is necessary to take it slowly.
Luo Xing first used his water and wood attributes to channel and repair Liu Zhimei, and at the same time stimulated the remaining medicinal power of the "Nine Transformations Resurrection Pill" in her body. He didn't know the mechanism of action of this pill, but
He could feel that the potency of this elixir was still very powerful and overbearing.
Precisely because of the overbearing power of this "elixir", Liu Zhimei's long-sick body could not withstand the impact it brought.
The "Nine Turns of Resurrection Pill" is usually used to seriously injure people who are on the verge of death, so it has a strong repair ability. However, Liu Zhimei's body was already riddled with holes. It was too powerful, and the result was naturally counterproductive.
However, it was still effective, after all, it brought a dead man back.
Luo Xing used the "Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate" to guide its medicinal power to repair slowly, so as not to cause greater harm to Liu Zhimei.
An hour later.
Luo Xing stopped acupuncture and breathed a sigh of relief.
Such a high-intensity Qi-consuming treatment was a big burden for him, but fortunately it was completed.
It's getting dark outside now.
No one comes near the Little Red Building, and even the daily lighting of lights has stopped, except for the lights in Liu Zhimei’s room.
The whole building was almost pitch black.
This is extremely rare in Shen Mansion.
Shen Zhuang has been standing downstairs for an hour, barely moving, his head always looking in the direction of Liu Zhimei's room on the second floor.
The door upstairs finally opened.
Shen Zhuang soared into the sky, landed in front of Luo Xing, and asked eagerly: "Mr. Luo, how are you doing?"
"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."
"Okay, okay, great..." Shen Zhuang burst into tears with excitement. When his son Shen Zhiyuan died, he only had red eyes and never cried. But when he learned that Liu Zhimei was alive, he actually
I cried with excitement.
I'm afraid only true love can do this.
"Mr. Shen, there is actually one thing that I have not said." Luo Xing said slowly.
"What's the matter?"
"Mr. Shen, come with me." Luo Xing took Shen Zhuang to the blooming flower bed downstairs, pointed at the bunch of purple flowers and said, "Mr. Shen, do you like these purple flowers very much?"
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"Yes, it's called Chongzi. The conditions for its growth and flowering are very harsh. We are the only ones in Luojing who have the conditions to support them. Zhimei likes them very much. What's wrong?"
"The pollen of this flower is poisonous. Inhaling a small amount is not fatal or harmful, but if it is inhaled for a long time, it will be a big problem. Mrs. Liu's health is not good to begin with, and the problem of inhaling its pollen will be more serious, the father-in-law recalled "I wonder if not long after planting this flower, Mrs. Liu's health got worse and worse, and she was diagnosed with tuberculosis." Luo Xing said slowly.
"This..." How could a master like Shen Zhuang have such a bad memory? After recalling it for a moment, his expression immediately changed.