Three days passed in the blink of an eye, but there was still no good news about the treatment in the yard, and Qi Yue, Liu Pucheng and others were already in shape.
The prefect and his wife have been allowed to enter the house. They have shed tears every day with the prefect who is either sleeping or talking nonsense.
"I'll just go back first and get ready." The prefect said numbly.
Seeing him like this, Dingxihou felt very sad.
"Don't worry, they are treating me..." he said, and now he did not dare to say the words "it's okay".
"What's the use?" the magistrate murmured, turning his eyes to the room, where Qi Yue was busy, "This is what fate is, I shouldn't force it, but let the child suffer more, let him go early, and be freed early
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Marquis Dingxi sighed and didn't know what to say, so he followed his gaze and looked inward.
"Ziqiao, Ziqiao, what do you think?" Qi Yue called close to the injured man's ear.
The injured person was unconscious and unresponsive.
"Young Madam." Aru, who was holding the notebook, had a sad look on his face. He looked at Qi Yue's solemn expression and did not give up at all. He wanted to say something but didn't say anything in the end. He bit his lower lip and lowered his head to continue recording.
"High fever is not terrible." Qi Yue stood up straight and said, "What is terrible is confusion."
"Isn't high fever scary?" Liu Pucheng asked puzzledly.
"Yes, after this kind of surgery, fever symptoms will basically appear, and we can never find the reason..." Qi Yue said.
We? Liu Pucheng grasped these two words keenly. He opened his mouth, but said nothing.
"...But why did the symptoms of coma appear? Explosive infection?" Qi Yue spat out, how much fluid was there? Is there bleeding in other parts? How about the platelets? B-ultrasound! Blood routine! Even if she is allowed to use it once
….
Liu Pucheng twisted his beard and thought for a moment.
"Zhang Tong, add ten more roasted astragalus root, stir-fried wheat germ, and tangerine peel." He said.
Zhang Tong responded and hurriedly prepared it.
Qi Yue slowly sat down holding the table and chair and watched the soup being poured down from a crane-mouthed pot.
I have done everything I can do, except waiting.
Although the prefect's son has not yet been cured, Qi Yue, as the doctor in charge, has already become famous.
Of course, it is limited to the doctors of Yongqing Mansion.
Compared to the tension inside Dingxihou's mansion, the doctors outside the mansion were even more nervous.
When it comes to caesarean section treatment, these professional doctors are a little more calm than ordinary people. After all, they have seen it in books, and it is theoretically possible, but they have never done it or seen it in person.
"...I still remember that there was a man who had a boil punctured. The disease that had been recovering for a while suddenly worsened. Within three days, he was covered in black and black and died..This time he had to have a caesarean section..."
"You are so ignorant and fearless..."
"What is the origin of the young lady of the Hou Mansion? She is from a famous family in Xinglin?"
"I've asked, he's a beggar, he's a famous person, he doesn't even know his family background..."
"Ah? How is that possible?"
"How is it impossible? It happened so many years ago and everyone in the city knew about it."
The topic shifted from caesarean section to the beggar girl jumping on a branch.
A doctor coughed.
"But now, people have really taken over the caesarean section."
"But we were kicked out and we can't see it. Who knows if it's true or not?" someone asked.
This was true, and everyone fell silent for a while.
"Really or not, we'll find out if the prefect is alive or dead," one person said.
Everyone thought so and couldn't help but look in the direction of Dingxihou Mansion.
It's been so many days and there's still no movement. It seems like things are getting worse.
In the room, Qi Yue and Liu Pucheng were sitting and standing, thinking hard, while Aru, Hu San and others were helping the injured person turn over.
"When the condition improves, it means that the prescription is correct." Liu Pucheng said.
Qi Yue nodded.
"But why doesn't it work completely? There are always recurrences," she said with a sigh.
The two fell into thinking again.
"Aru, the salt water you want..." Hu San whispered while holding the salt water.
Aru nodded and put down the copied notes.
Hu San followed her over and diligently took a clean mask.
"No need to wear this, I just rinse his mouth." Aru said.
"You should keep it on," Hu San said in a low voice, "When I turned him over just now, I could smell the stench in his mouth..."
"You shouldn't dislike it, he's sick." Aru became unhappy and glared at him.
Hu San smiled sarcastically. Ever since the Yuanbao incident, he had been trying hard to please Aru, but Aru's attitude towards him had never changed.
"Stop talking here." Zhang Tong whispered, pointing at Liu Pucheng and Qi Yue who were contemplating beside them.
Hu San shrank his head and A Ru stopped talking.
"Smelly?" Qi Yue suddenly muttered and looked at Hu San, "What did you say?"
Hu San waved his hands hurriedly.
"I didn't say anything..." he said in a panic.
"No, you said, what's the smell?" Qi Yue stood up and asked.
This was not a reprimand to himself, Hu San felt relieved.
"Well, the injured person has bad breath..." He pointed to the hospital bed behind him and said with a bit of embarrassment.
As a doctor, it is really against the rules to dislike a patient's dirty smell...
"Bad breath?" Qi Yue murmured, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he rushed over in a few steps.
Aru, who was about to clean the injured man's mouth, was pushed aside.
Everyone was stunned as they watched Qi Yue bend down and sniff the injured man's mouth, nose and face.
"Liver odor!" Qi Yue raised her head and shouted excitedly, "It's liver odor!"
Liver odor?
Liu Pucheng came over.
"It's hepatic coma, it's hepatic coma!" Qi Yue looked at him and said, her face red with excitement and her voice trembling, "Teacher, it's hepatic coma! Angong Niuhuang Pills! Get Angong Niuhuang Pills quickly!"
Although she doesn’t understand traditional Chinese medicine, she also knows the name and uses of Angong Niuhuang Wan, the first-aid Chinese medicine of Sanbao.
The room suddenly became busy.
This movement was spread outside, and the servants shook their heads and sighed when they saw it. After dragging it for so long, the person finally died...
In the evening, Mrs. Xie came over.
"You guys pack up and send Mr. Huang out." She said calmly.
"That's no good, we can't send him back now." Qi Yue flatly refused.
Mr. Xie sneered.
"So, do you have to force him to die in our house?" She said with ridicule, "You have been tormenting this child for so long, and you don't even want him to die in peace?"
"It's too early to say no now, he's still alive." Qi Yue said.
Mr. Xie sneered.
"Alive? Is this called alive?" She looked inside and laughed sarcastically.
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard an exclamation from inside.
Look, are you going to die?
A suppressed excitement appeared on Xie's face.
"Young Madam, Young Madam, wake up, wake up..." A Ru's voice came out sharply.
Qi Yue rushed in immediately. Xie was stunned on the spot and saw through the swaying bead curtain that the injured man lying on the bed was slowly moving his head and neck.
"Where am I...where is this?" the injured person made a weak voice.
For Qi Yue and others, this voice is undoubtedly the most beautiful voice they have ever heard in their lives.
Woke up, woke up, Qi Yue couldn't help but put her hand to cover her mouth to block the cheers that broke out, but she couldn't stop the tears of joy rolling in her eyes.
Dad, have you seen what I did...
Dad, do you believe it, what I did...***(To be continued)