"It is obviously no longer possible to simply prepare blood-activating drugs. Once the blood bubbles on the surface of the patient's body burst, a large amount of blood will be lost, which will more easily cause viral infection." Zhang Yang said.
"Well, that's right, so we need to treat both internal and external issues."
He Shuqing nodded, agreeing very much with what he said, and after thinking for a moment, he continued: "I just don't know if the patient can hold on for such a long time? Decoction internally and apply externally, a two-pronged approach, I hope to suppress the deterioration of the condition as quickly as possible.
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After finishing speaking, he took out a small packet of Chinese medicinal materials, ephedra, cinnamon twig, nadeshiko, angelica... from the bag beside him...
There is even a medicine-pounding vessel, and the medicines are mixed together. Extra care is taken not to add any medicinal materials. Some are boiled and taken, while others are pounded into powder and applied to ruptured blood blister wounds.
Zhang Yang saw his cautious look and was embarrassed to disturb him any more, so he stood up and walked towards Catherine.
Even though she was wearing a loose white coat, she still couldn't hide her slender figure, slightly wrinkled eyebrows, focused eyes, and her devoted expression, which was equally charming...
"Hi!"
Catherine glanced sideways at him and did not answer. Instead, she continued to focus on operating her medical equipment.
"How's it going? Did you find anything?" Zhang Yang looked at the instruments on the table and continued to ask with a shameless smile.
Seeing his careless expression, Putina knew that he was deliberately trying to please the beauty, but as a translator, this was undoubtedly her job responsibility.
What's more, Zhang Yang also asked about the plague, so he could only curl his thick lips, reluctantly walked over, and translated his words to Catherine.
"Most of the cells in the human body are composed of four major categories: epithelial cells, nerve cells, connective cells and muscle cells. Of course, they are also composed of countless various small cells. Now the proportion of cells in the patient's body has been disrupted, and a kind of lurking...
The negative component cells in the body begin to phagocytose muscle cells in large numbers, causing serious damage to muscle tissue."
Catherine stared at the screen intently, and after tapping it twice with her fingers, a black and red picture appeared on the screen and continued: "There are such negative cells in everyone's body, and their total number of cells accounts for thousands of human cells.
One in 10,000 can be said to be a very weak proportion, even negligible, and does not pose any harm to the human body, but..."
"Are you talking about corrosive cells?" Zhang Yang interrupted her and asked.
He suddenly remembered that An Xuguang had also mentioned this kind of cells, so he couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, it's corrosive cells."
Catherine glanced at him, with a hint of surprise on her pretty face. She obviously didn't expect such a nagging young man to have heard of corrosive cells.
It's no wonder that An Xuguang is one of the few infectious virus experts in China. Although her level is somewhat different from that of experts and professors in developed countries, she has still seen and heard more than she is just starting out.
She paused and continued: "To put it bluntly, corrosive cells only become active after the human body dies and other types of cells gradually lose their life as the blood cools. After a period of time, they engulf other dead cells and cause damage to human muscles.
The patient's condition is that it is obviously that these cells became active in advance and began to crowd out and engulf other cells in the patient's body, causing skin ulcers and blood gushing out of the body to form blood bubbles."
"Is the patient infected with some kind of virus, which stimulates the activity of corrosive cells and causes the current condition?" Zhang Yang asked.
He suddenly remembered whether the rotten corpse poison in the palm practiced by Ling Yuhan, the leader of Yin + Sect ghost arts, was based on the corrosive cells to achieve this poisonous skill.
Once it hits the human body, the body will rot. In fact, it only stimulates the activity of corrosive cells in the human body...
Of course, she must have used some kind of mental method to control the rotten corpse poison so as not to harm herself, but once she died, it was understandable that the rotten corpse poison would quickly backfire and her muscles would rot and turn into a skeleton in a short period of time.
"It's entirely possible."
Catherine agreed with his statement and continued: "But it's not a virus. It's just that the patient came into contact with or ate something that stimulated the activity of corrosive cells, which caused the current illness. However, as corrosive cells, they are not contagious.
Sexual.”
"Then why did the outbreak become so severe? Did the virus mutate so that it could spread?"
Zhang Yang knows that it is normal for a body to decompose after death. Although various germs are produced due to decay, they are not contagious.
Otherwise, in the past, there was no practice of cremating corpses. Even in today's society, many countries or ethnic groups still conduct burials. If such a strong infectious germ would have been produced, I am afraid it would have broken out long ago...
"This is possible, so we need to analyze the composition and characteristics of the virus quickly to find a way to restrain it."
Catherine's words were obviously a summary. After speaking, she no longer talked to Zhang Yang, but lay down under the microscope instrument in front of her and began to devote herself to work.
"Aren't you also a doctor?" Putina tilted her head and looked at him, asking teasingly.
Her meaning couldn't be clearer. He Shuqing and Catherine were busy preparing Chinese medicine and doing tests, but he was so idle that he even had the time to seduce beautiful women...
"Um."
Zhang Yang thought to himself that if he didn't show his hand to her, she would always feel that she was fishing in troubled waters. Using Nine Yang True Fire to treat Gerald would at least make him not as painful as he is now.
And Gerald's face was obviously not as quiet as when he first came to the office, and began to show an anxious look.
It's no wonder that he was suffering from a terminal illness and his body was in severe pain at this time. He originally had a glimmer of hope, but seeing the solemn expressions on the faces of these experts, he realized that he was not optimistic. It was normal to have psychological fluctuations again.
He walked up to Gerald, raised his arm, and there were two tiny silver needles in his hand and said: "Although it may not necessarily cure you, at least let you return to your original appearance first and alleviate a little pain.
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He was not being modest when he said this. After all, when he treated the three soldiers, they were only in the early stages of the plague. Even then, they still consumed most of their physical strength.
However, Gerald's condition is so serious right now. I am really not sure whether I can cure him all at once...
After Putina finished translating for him, her eyes were attracted by the silver needle in his hand, and she stared at it intently, for fear of missing any detail.
When she was treating Morad's foot injury in the hospital, she already felt incredible. It was only later that she saw Zhang Yang's careless appearance, which was very different from the famous doctor in her mind, so she became suspicious again.
It is undeniable that she used provocation this time to see if Zhang Yang could really cure patients with severe plague...
He Shuqing and Catherine on the side were obviously attracted by his words, especially Catherine. This was the first time she saw Zhang Yang's serious look since she met him, and she couldn't help but become more curious.
She had always thought that the ruffian-like young man in front of her might be someone from the second generation of China. Coming here with the medical aid team was nothing more than gold-plating, and he would be very successful when he returned.
In China, many second-generation officials and rich second-generation people choose to do this. It is easier and more direct than studying abroad...
So she has always had a disdainful attitude towards this young man.
…
I saw Zhang Yang gently inserting the silver needle into Gerald's temple and the Tianqi point on the cervical vertebra behind his back. He gently turned his fingers, and the Nine Yang True Fire quickly filled his body and continuously entered his body through the tiny silver needle.
It was already evening, and the room was extremely dark. Everyone's attention was focused on him, so no one turned on the lights for fear of disturbing his treatment.
In just one minute, the color of the silver needle began to gradually turn red, and the top of Zhang Yang's head began to emit steam...
Gerald felt that the blood bubbles on his head and face were gradually swelling, but he did not feel any pain. He even felt numb and comfortable. This was the first time since he contracted the plague that he was not suffering from pain and slowly closed his eyes.
Time passed by, Zhang Yang was already sweating profusely, and the white coat on his body was soaked and clinging tightly to his body.
Everyone held their breath, and the air in the office began to become stagnant, filled with tension.
Of course, this kind of nervousness is more of a kind of surprise, or even trust, fear of disturbing his treatment...
Ten minutes later, the blood bubbles on Gerald's face swelled and became transparent, gradually fading away, becoming smaller and smaller, turning into milky white pustules as big as peanuts.
After the expansion of the blood blisters, his face still looked swollen and haggard, but his appearance was clearly visible.
"Did he use acupuncture? It has such a miraculous effect?"
Catherine saw that he was breathing heavily after he stopped his hand, so she did not step forward to ask about the interruption, but asked He Shuqing on the side.
"This... is acupuncture, but it is combined with other treatment techniques."
He Shuqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was not born with a liar's character. He didn't know that he couldn't answer, so he could only say vaguely: "Chinese medical skills are extensive and profound. Each sect has its own treatment methods passed down by its masters. Because they all belong to the Chinese lineage, they all belong to traditional Chinese medicine."
category."
What he said was very grand, like Zhang Yang's sect Fu Doctor, Gu Mingyou's sect Ghost Doctor, and of course the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Sect...
The medical skills are different and the treatment methods are all kinds of strange, but they are all inseparable from traditional Chinese medicine's pulse-taking and acupuncture. The preparation of medicines is also based on the harmony of yin and yang, and the method of alternating hot and cold, which can also be regarded as a branch of traditional Chinese medicine.
"Then what sect does he belong to?" Catherine glanced at Zhang Yang and asked curiously.
"Danxiashan Fu Medicine is a branch of Zhu Youke, the Thirteenth Department of Medicine." Zhang Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead and explained with a smile.
Although it cannot be regarded as promoting the school, showing off in front of the talented women from Harvard University in the United States can be regarded as not humiliating the school and adding a little influence to the school.
Of course, the more important purpose is to combat this girl's arrogant mentality. Don't always think that Western medicine is invincible... (To be continued)