Xiao Chen has been performing acupuncture treatments for three doctors and five female nurses in succession, each time taking half an hour. It is already past five o'clock in the afternoon when all these tasks are completed.
Xiao Chen's face was already sweating.
On the other side, Mr. Tang, Tang Bing, and the female nurse had already given the cooked medicinal soup to the thirty-five critically ill patients.
Zhao Zhonghui, Zhu Han and others did not expect that Xiao Chen had already seen the patient and had not discussed it with them. They didn't know whether they were happy or unhappy.
However, there are still some Western medicine doctors who are not very happy. On the one hand, these Western doctors do not recognize Chinese medicine and think that Western medicine cannot treat it, so how can Chinese medicine treat it?
On the other hand, I feel that these members of the traditional Chinese medicine expert group have come and disrupted their medical plan.
Xiao Chen didn't care about that, it was more important to treat illnesses and save people.
When Xiao Chen was about to go back to see Mo Xiaowan because he was afraid that Mo Xiaowan would be alone there, he saw Zhao Zhonghui and Zhu Han coming to look for him.
"Dr. Xiao, have you been treating the patient just now?"
"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhu, I am only treating some patients now. I prescribe different medicines according to the patient's incubation period, chill period, and critical stage."
The most important thing in Chinese medicine is to prescribe the right medicine, and now Xiao Chen wants to do just that.
Without confirming whether this was typhoid fever or febrile disease, Xiao Chen prescribed medicine based on the symptoms of these patients.
Of course, the acupuncture used by Xiao Chen just now to treat patients with chills should still be very effective.
"We heard that the medicines you prescribed to those critically ill patients were life-threatening drugs?"
So-called life-suspending medicines have been around since ancient times, such as those Angong Niuhuang Pills, which can actually be regarded as life-suspending medicines or life-saving medicines.
Now Xiao Chen is prescribing the same medicine. No matter what the patient's disease is, the time can be extended by one week.
"It is true that the conditions of those critically ill patients are too serious. I can only hang their lives first and see if more effective drugs can be found in this week to save them. I don't want to use patients in front of me anymore."
Die before your eyes."
"Now that Minister Han is looking for you, you first come with me and talk to Minister Han." Zhao Zhonghui said.
Xiao Chen could only follow Zhao Zhonghui and Zhu Han to the village committee.
Soon, Xiao Chen learned that it turned out that some Western doctors did not believe in and distrust traditional Chinese medicine, and might have begun to obstruct and oppose Xiao Chen's treatment of those patients.
Xiao Chen didn't expect that he would encounter such a situation now.
He did not regard Western doctors as enemies. After all, we all treat diseases and save lives. If the Western medicine used by Western doctors has no effect, since they are here, they will definitely treat the patients.
"Dr. Xiao, you have to be mentally prepared. Those Western doctors may attack you later," Zhu Han said.
"Mr. Zhu, I am so upright that I risked my life to come here, but I am still afraid of these people."
When Zhu Han heard this, he felt that Xiao Chen was still different from other young people.
At this time, in the simple village committee meeting room of Yangjiazhai, in addition to Minister Han who looked very tired, there were also several Western doctors. These Western doctors were not members of the Western medicine expert group who had followed them, but Western doctors from the southwest.
Doctors, they had been taking over the care of those patients.
Unexpectedly, when Xiao Chen and other members of the traditional Chinese medicine expert team came over, they immediately treated people without their permission.
Even, they have been given medicinal decoction.
Therefore, they came to see Minister Han and asked him to order the members of the traditional Chinese medicine expert team to stop treating those patients.
Minister Han's face was full of exhaustion. He was really tired. Unexpectedly, Chinese and Western medicine had just come into contact and there was a conflict. How could this be done?
He thought it would be better to wait for Dr. Xiao and others to come over first.
"Please be quiet first. We are all here risking our lives to treat the patients. We don't want to harm anyone." Minister Han looked at them and said.
These people stopped first.
When Xiao Chen, Zhao Zhonghui, Zhu Han and others came in, the Western doctors with strange expressions immediately asked: "Did you just give those patients some unknown medicinal soup?"
Xiao Chen looked at these middle-aged men in white coats, about forty years old. Looking at the work certificates above, Xiao Chen knew that they were doctors from the top three hospitals in the southwest.
"Excuse me, who are you?" Xiao Chen asked coldly.
Do these people think this young man is stupid?
Their white coats clearly have work ID cards hanging on them.
"Minister Han, we can no longer allow these Chinese medicine doctors to treat those patients!" Dr. Xi, whose work ID was listed as Ding Hao, said directly.
"Minister Han, I wonder what Dr. Ding means?" Zhao Zhonghui also asked angrily.
They traveled thousands of miles and risked their lives to come here, but they found local Western doctors to reject them. Do they look down on these Chinese doctors, or do they look down on them, the expert team members from other places?
When Minister Han was about to say something, he suddenly felt very dizzy and fell down immediately. Xiao Chen hurriedly supported him and checked his pulse, and felt that something was wrong with Minister Han.
Isn’t this the same kind of plague you’ve been infected with?
"Dr. Xiao, how is Minister Han?"
"It goes without saying that he must be infected as well." Ding Hao said directly.
Minister Han is infected with this plague?
Zhao Zhonghui and Zhu Han were a little surprised, but soon they became quiet again, thinking that this was too normal. They were afraid that everyone in the quarantine area might be infected with this plague.
After all, you are in contact with these patients all the time.
Xiao Chen ignored Ding Hao, and after carefully checking Minister Han, he said: "Minister Han is just overtired and has not been infected with that kind of epidemic."
It is obvious that Minister Han is a distinguished person. In Yanjing, apart from commuting normally from nine to five, the most he does is attend meetings. How can he be like this now?
Coming here and being so busy, his body will definitely not be able to bear it. Moreover, Minister Han is over fifty years old. He usually lacks shame and is a little worse than ordinary people.
"Dr. Xiao, is Minister Han really just exhausted?"
"It's true. I'll find a herbal medicine and let him drink the decoction directly. After two or three days of rest, he'll be fine," Xiao Chen said.
"What? Do you still want to treat Minister Han? What if he is really infected with that plague?" Ding Hao asked.
"I would like to ask, among the more than 50 infected people who have died before, who among you will stand up and take responsibility? Do you want to kill more people?"
"You, you! You are too arrogant!" Ding Hao and the others pointed at Xiao Chen and were speechless.
"If you are really that capable, there is no need for us to come all the way here." Xiao Chen said coldly.
"From now on, those patients will be under the responsibility of our Chinese medicine expert team, including those in critical condition. If they drink the medicine prescribed by me and fail to survive, I will be responsible for all the responsibilities." (To be continued)