At noon, Qi Yue finally walked through the door under the expectant eyes of everyone in the Xie Mansion.
This kind of scene made Mrs. Xie and others very confused. They couldn't figure out why in just one day and one night, they were expecting this woman to come in?
This makes Mrs. Xie and others not sure how to talk to this woman. Welcome? Beg? What a joke!
Fortunately, Brother Zhao's wife grabbed all the words, and Qi Yue had no intention of speaking politely to them, thus avoiding embarrassment.
"I just have suspicions. I have to check to find out the details. I didn't bring my medicine box. I've already sent someone back to get it. Don't worry, I'll take a look." Qi Yue comforted Brother Zhao, who was in tears.
Wife, go straight into the bedroom where two or three servants are guarding the child and crying.
Seeing them crying like this, everyone's heart suddenly fell into the ice cave.
Is it no longer possible...
Brother Zhao's wife's legs went weak and she sat on the ground, unable to even cry.
Qi Yue took a few steps forward.
"...The body temperature is so low." She said, checking each one one by one, "Give me a light."
It's already broad daylight, why do you need a light...
Everyone in the room was dumbfounded, no one moved.
Chang Yuncheng took the lamp, lit it and handed it over.
Why is this kind of lamp... Qi Yue frowned, looked around, and put down the curtain.
The bed immediately became dark. Qi Yue took a lamp with one hand, held it up to the baby, and opened the baby's eyes with the other hand.
"...bilateral anisocoria, increased intracranial pressure...and light reaction..." she murmured, "I don't know what the blood pressure is...but it's definitely not high..."
She pondered for a moment and opened the curtain.
"It's okay, I'm still alive, I still have a chance," she said.
These words made everyone in the room breathe a sigh of relief. Brother Zhao's wife came up and started crying.
"What disease does this child have? There's nothing else but diarrhea. Why is it so severe?" the elder asked loudly.
At this moment, Dr. An was sitting on a chair and looking at his son, Dr. An, in front of him.
"Yes, according to what you said, this is infantile convulsions." He said slowly.
"But it's obviously diarrhea, so why did it turn into convulsions?" Dr. An looked puzzled, "Did I make a wrong diagnosis?"
Old Doctor An looked solemn.
"No, don't think too much about it. This kind of symptom is easy to confuse. If you haven't seen this kind of disease before, it's normal that you can't see it." He sighed and said.
"Father, the people from the Xie Mansion are still waiting, you..." Doctor An asked.
Old Doctor An sighed.
"Go and tell them that people will die if doctors don't treat them. I can't do anything about this disease." He waved his hand and said.
Dr. An responded and walked out.
The door of the room was closed, and Dr. An sat motionless in his chair, as if in trance.
"It's convulsions again..."
After a long time, a faint sigh sounded in the room, and then it fell into silence again.
"….The child has inhibitory symptoms, lethargy, coma, and decreased muscle tone…" Qi Yue murmured, "…various reflexes are weakened…the bregma is full, and subarachnoid hemorrhage is suspected…but without CT, the specific hemorrhage cannot be diagnosed.
The amount of bleeding at the location...I don’t know what caused it..."
The whole room couldn't understand a word of this series of words, but everyone's heart sank as they looked at Qi Yue's gloomy expression.
"Brothers and sisters..." Brother Zhao's wife choked with sobs.
"Judging from the current symptoms, I can confirm that it is intracranial hemorrhage." Qi Yue took a deep breath and looked at the family and said.
The family members stared at her with confusion on their faces.
"That is to say, inside the child's head..." Qi Yue pointed at her head and explained simply, "There is bleeding..."
As soon as this statement came out, the whole room was in an uproar. Bleeding was a big deal to them, let alone the inside of the head!
Brother Zhao's wife suddenly burst into tears.
"Young Madam, Young Madam, please help Brother Hao." She knelt down and hugged Qi Yue's legs.
Qi Yue hurriedly stretched out her hand to pull her.
"Get up quickly, this disease is coming fiercely, go and call a doctor!" she said loudly.
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room was stunned.
The co-author mentioned the disease here, and the name of the disease, but it was just a matter of time, but he said that he couldn't come and replaced him.
What is the logic?
Everyone thought they heard wrongly.
"Go quickly and ask the doctor to give you the right medicine." Qi Yue urged again.
I didn't hear it wrong...
"You, what do you mean?" Old Mrs. Xie shouted as she hit her crutches.
Qi Yue was stunned by her drink.
"I'm not interested." She said, and then she suddenly realized, "Well, I can determine the disease, but I don't know how to use medicine. I can give this child first aid now. You go and ask the doctor to prescribe medicine."
"Young madam, you don't know how to prescribe medicine?" Brother Zhao asked in surprise.
How can this be?
"Yes, I don't know how to take medicine." Qi Yue didn't know how to explain it, so he admitted directly, "What I studied at the beginning was dialectics. I can recognize the symptoms, but I don't know how to take medicine."
Old Madam Xie stared hard into her eyes, trying to find a trace of treachery and concealment, but in the end to no avail.
This woman has a calm expression and pure eyes.
"Go and ask for Dr. An!" Mrs. Xie turned around and shouted.
The servants immediately left in confusion.
Okay, the doctor has been invited, so what should we do now?
Qi Yue stood by the bed, thinking about the measures taken by modern hospitals to deal with this disease.
"Stop bleeding...give oxygen...transfuse blood...reduce intracranial pressure..." She muttered to herself, running through those familiar procedures in her mind.
So now that we are not in modern times and there is nothing, what should she do?
"Everyone who is not involved must exit the room immediately and keep the air circulation in the room." Qi Yue raised her hand and shouted, grabbing the pillow from the bed, gently lifting the baby's head up, and carefully placing it on the right side.
Everyone else in the room had already left, but Mrs. Xie, her aunt, and Brother Zhao's wife were all standing there, staring at Qi Yue's every move, a move they had never seen before...
"Get a brazier and warm up the room." Qi Yue said again.
Mrs. Xie gave the order again.
Soon several braziers were brought up, and the room suddenly became warm.
"Not enough, not enough." Qi Yue shouted.
"Go find, go find." Brother Zhao's wife shouted loudly, grabbing Qi Yue's hand again, seemingly grasping the last glimmer of hope, "Young madam, please, please, save him, he will be alive."
When I got down, I haven’t opened my eyes properly yet…”
"I'll try my best, I'll try my best." Qi Yue said, patting Brother Zhao's wife's hand, "Now it's time to see the doctor..."
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a burst of excitement outside.
"Mother, Dr. An is back." Brother Zhao ran in and shouted.
Mrs. Xie and her aunt suddenly beamed with joy.
"Come on, are you here?" the eldest aunt asked, ignoring her mother-in-law's rush.
"No." Brother Zhao said hoarsely.
Only then did the aunt see her son's face, almost crying.
"What?" she asked in confusion.
"Old Doctor An said, he can't be saved, he can't cure this disease..." Zhao Ge said, almost crying.
Old lady Xie and aunt were stunned immediately.
Qi Yue was also shocked here.
The doctor actually refuses to come? What should we do? What should she do?
"Go get another doctor!" she said urgently, "Quick, quick, this disease cannot be delayed!"
Mrs. Xie and her eldest aunt were both shocked by the news that Dr. An refused to treat him.
For them, Dr. An's words are the final judgment.
He refuses to be cured, which means that this child cannot be cured...
Old lady Xie staggered and fell on the chair.
There was another panic in the room.
Qi Yue was left alone and completely ignored.
"Hey, don't be like this. There is still hope. Go and ask for a doctor. If you don't have this, there is no such thing as Dr. An. There are other doctors," she shouted.
Brother Zhao's wife was actually calmer than the two elders at this time.
"Yes, go and invite all the doctors on this street." She said loudly.
The people in the room stared at her for a moment.
"Since my son is not dead yet and there is still hope, I will save him. I will not give up on anyone who gives up, as long as he still has breath." Zhaoge's wife straightened her body and murmured.
"Go quickly and invite all the good doctors in the city." Brother Zhao stood up and ordered loudly.
The servants responded loudly, turned around and ran out.
When it was getting dark, the young lady of the Xie family lit a torch in the yard, burning brightly, illuminating the busy figures coming in and out.
"Breathe oxygen, breathe oxygen, breathe oxygen..." Qi Yue murmured, leaning over the baby's mouth to start artificial respiration. She kept inhaling, blowing, inhaling, blowing, her face pale due to lack of oxygen.
It became ugly, but I kept repeating this action.
This time she didn't even have a thermometer, blood pressure meter, stethoscope, teacher Liu Pucheng who could rely on her behind her, and Aru who could assist in nursing. Apart from her past experience, she had nothing.
I know my body temperature is very low, but I don’t know how low it is. I know my heart rate must be very high, but I don’t know how fast it is…
"The plywood is here..." someone shouted outside the door and came in holding a strange wooden board.
Qi Yue hurriedly stood up, but her eyes went dark due to lack of oxygen.
A pair of hands helped her in time.
Qi Yue closed her eyes and took a few breaths before opening them.
"How are you? Are you okay?" Chang Yuncheng's voice whispered in his ears.
"It's okay." Qi Yue opened her eyes and smiled at him.
Chang Yuncheng nodded and helped her take the board.
Qi Yue carefully fixed two small splints on the baby's head, and then turned around.
"How is it? Have you figured out how to use the medicine?" she asked.
There were seven or eight doctors standing in the room, either with their heads lowered in thought or two talking in low voices. Most of them were watching Qi Yue's movements curiously.
Mouth-to-mouth blowing?
Weird board with baby's head stuck on it?
Several doctors stretched out their hands to wipe the sweat from their foreheads. On the one hand, the sweat was caused by the worry about the disease, and on the other hand, it was too hot in the room, which was like a steamer.
The temperature in the house was very high, and there were fire pots on the floor and beds. Everyone who came in for the first time felt the heat, and the clothes of those who had been here, including Qi Yue, were soaked through.
"Mrs. Qi, this disease is indeed..." an older doctor finally said, "it is really difficult to cure."
As soon as he spoke, everyone else nodded in agreement.
"It's better to ask Dr. An to take a look. He used to be the head of the Taiyuan Hospital. He must have some ideas." Another slightly younger doctor said, "I wait, my skills are shallow..."
It's that old doctor An again...
Being so highly regarded by others, Qi Yue also wanted to hire him. Now that Liu Pucheng was not around, she naturally wanted to find the most powerful doctor. However, so many people mentioned Dr. An...