Sixty-four, there is no Zhu Yingtai in the world (Part 1)
The weather was mid-September. When I walked into a quiet indoor room from the outdoor sunshine, I couldn't see anything for a moment. I could only feel the cool air and the faint fragrance of medicine. Chen Caozhi closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them again. He saw Xie Daoyun standing on the screen.
She looked at him with a smile. She was still wearing a plain shirt and a turban, but there was nothing underneath the clothes. She was already extremely thin. She stepped forward and bowed and said, "Zizhong, it's been a long journey." It was his original soft voice, not the Luoyang accent.
, because that strong nasal sound will make her cough worse.
Chen Caozhi looked at Xie Daoyun's broken bones and was so weak that he couldn't help but step forward and hold Xie Daoyun's hand. He was so sad that he didn't know where to start with his greetings——
Xie Daoyun was held by Chen Caozhi's hand and struggled to pull it back, but Chen Caozhi's hold was quite tight, so he had to give up. Fortunately, Xie Shao, Liu Xu and others did not enter, and their shyness was slightly reduced, but there was a rush of enthusiasm in their hearts.
I couldn't help coughing, and suddenly I remembered that my disease could be transmitted to others. I quickly withdrew my hand and said, "Zizhong, don't touch me."
Chen Caozhi looked a little embarrassed, turned around and looked around. No one else was there, and said: "Daoyun, don't take your illness too seriously. It's hard to tell that it's not confirmed to be labor fever. Even if it is, it's not contagious."
It’s only for people with weak constitutions. I’m strong and knowledgeable about medicine, so there’s nothing I can’t touch.”
Xie Daoyun's narrow eyes widened and he said, "You, you, ahem, Zi Zhong, what did you call me?"
Chen Caozhi said: "Zhu Yingtai's name cannot be used now. You only use it for me. It's a bit weird and too estranged. Come, sit down and I will take your pulse."
For the first time in his life, Xie Daoyun felt that he could no longer think, so he asked Chen Caozhi to hold hands and sit beside the desk. Chen Caozhi sat on the other side. Xie Daoyun retracted his hands under his sleeves, and Chen Caozhi said: "Stretch out your hands."
Xie Daoyun hesitated for a moment, then remembered that Chen Caozhi was a doctor and was here to diagnose her pulse, so he pursed his lips and smiled, stretched out his right hand, palm up, and placed it on the desk——
Before Xie Daoyun got sick, he was tall and slender, but his hands were not rugged. The backs of his hands were white, and the knuckles were long and pointed like bamboo shoots. Those were the hands for playing the piano and flute. But now, these slender hands are finally
It showed the devastation of the disease, and the phalanges were ridged, making the fingers appear to be extra long. Although the whiteness was still the same, this whiteness was a bloodless white, and it no longer had a smooth color——
Just one hand can give people a feeling of overwhelming past and present. Good things in the world are not strong, rainbows are easy to scatter, and glass is brittle. Chen Caozhi sighed in his heart, breathed evenly, and felt Xie Daoyun's pulse. He just held his hand and didn't feel it. Now his wrist is cold to the touch. Xie Daoyun
The blood is extremely weak.
After a while, Chen Caozhi asked Xie Daoyun to use another hand to take the pulse again. He was hesitant in his heart. When it came to taking the pulse, Chen Caozhi only learned it by himself based on the ten volumes of "Mai Jing" written by Wang Shuhe, the imperial physician of the Western Jin Dynasty. There was no guidance from famous teachers, so
He was not very precise. Although he noticed from his pulse that Xie Daoyun had excessive fatigue, exhaustion was not tuberculosis. Tuberculosis was invaded by tuberculosis worms due to physical weakness. Consumption can be cured, but tuberculosis is basically incurable with current medical standards.
Chen Caozhi then asked Xie Daoyun in detail about his diet and daily life, such as sleep, shortness of breath, how much he ate, whether he had spontaneous sweating or night sweats? Is he bloated and loose stools? Was he short of breath and palpitated? Did he have low-grade fever in the afternoon and evening? Is there blood streaks in his sputum? Even menstruation was absent.
Is it legal or closed?
Yang Quan and the imperial physician had probably asked about these things that day. Xie Daoyun didn't feel any shyness, but when Chen Caozhi asked her, she was completely ashamed. However, Chen Caozhi had a solemn medical appearance, so she had to lower her head.
The head answered one by one.
Chen Caozhi frowned in thought, with a hint of joy. Although Xie Daoyun had been coughing for more than four months, there was no blood in the sputum, and the symptoms were not very serious. In other words, Xie Daoyun was indeed suffering from fatigue, but it was not necessarily a corpse.
Tuberculosis, even pulmonary tuberculosis, is still in its early stages. If treated properly, there is no chance of cure.
Chen Cao said: "Stick out your tongue and let me see."
Xie Daoyun's pale cheeks turned red, biting his lips, his narrow eyes flickering, not looking at Chen Caozhi or speaking.
Chen Caozhi said helplessly: "Then look in the mirror and see if the tip of your tongue turns purple?" He looked around and saw no bronze mirror.
Xie Daoyun coughed twice and called Yinfeng to get a bronze mirror. Yinfeng had been waiting in the corridor. Hearing the sound, he quickly went to the bedroom and brought a shiny bronze mirror with auspicious animal patterns on the back. Xie Daoyun glanced at Chen Cao and said,
Cao Zhi turned his back and looked at the bookcase in the wall. Xie Daoyun stuck out his tongue in the mirror and asked Yin Feng in a low voice——
After Yin Feng exited, Chen Caozhi turned around and saw Xie Daoyun's face was red and said: "It's not purple, it's a little red."
Chen Caozhi's face became more joyful, and the tip of his tongue did not turn purple, which indicated that the alveolar tissue was not seriously damaged. He added, "If you press your lower shoulders and upper abdomen yourself, will it hurt?"
Xie Daoyun looked at Chen Caozhi's face, pressed his hands on his chest and Zhongwan, and said softly: "My abdomen doesn't hurt, but my chest hurts a little."
Chen Caozhi nodded. Although he was not sure that Xie Daoyun was not suffering from tuberculosis, at least it was not very serious. It might be chronic pneumonia, so it cannot be said that there was no hope of cure. Historically, Xie Daoyun's lifespan was more than sixty years old.
Xie Daoyun cannot live a short life because of Chen Caozhi in the world. He said: "Daoyun, I dare to conclude that what you are suffering from is not fatigue, but a kind of fatigue. I will give you a dose of insecticide first."
Try a prescription to replenish your deficiency, and come back for a follow-up consultation in three days. At that time, the prescription will be changed according to the changes in your condition. Don't be depressed yourself. You should relax your mind. If the prescription is effective and you feel better in a few days, you should
Go out more often and relax, don't be confined to the small courtyard."
Xie Daoyun's eyes were shining, and the joy in his heart could be imagined, and he responded: "Yes."
Chen Caozhi took out a piece of paper and pen on the desk to write a handwritten note. Yin Feng and his two maids were listening to Chen Caozhi talking to Mrs. Dao Yun outside the study. They heard Chen Langjun say that Mrs. Yun was not a corpse and could be cured.
The maid was extremely happy. Liu Xu came in and took the prescription and sent someone to get the medicine. Xie Shao also came in and said with a happy face: "Brother Zizhong, my father and third uncle are back. Please come and meet them."
