Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 194 The Copper Plate for Feeding Cats (2)

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"Auntie, it's okay, just trust me once." Yang Zimei looked at the auntie firmly.

The aunt couldn't hold her back, and she also had the idea of ​​treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor. She has seen so many doctors for so many years, but none of them worked, so she let this enthusiastic little girl try it.

Moreover, looking at her appearance, there is really a bit of a difference.

The aunt took her into a room next to her. Before she entered, she smelled a strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine and musty.

Yang Zimei's nose sneezed sensitively.

This house is really too dark, the windows themselves are narrow, and they are actually covered with thick black cloth, which blocks the fresh air from coming in, making the air in the whole room extremely dirty.

"Auntie, why don't you open the window? This will make the patient's condition worse." Yang Zimei frowned.

"Sister, uncle, he can't blow the wind, and when it blows, he coughs even worse." The aunt said helplessly.

Yang Zimei looked at the bed, and saw a scrawny man covered under the worn-out cotton quilt, his eyes were sunken, his face was flushed with hot flushes, and his cheeks were flushed, without a trace of expression. Shaking, and finally spat out a mouthful of blood, he lay limp on the bed, constantly sucking in hard air.

It really is serious tuberculosis!
"Ah Quan—" the aunt walked over with heartache, and helped the uncle's body to level up. "This girl said she can do acupuncture, let her have a look."

The uncle glanced at Yang Zimei, coughed a few times strongly, and waved his hands, "It's useless for me to see this disease, don't infect the little girl."

Hearing that he was seriously ill and worried about whether it would be contagious, Yang Zimei became more determined to help him.

"Uncle, I'm not afraid of infection. You lie down and I'll take a look at you, and then I will help you with acupuncture. You will be fine." Yang Zimei said softly.

Seeing the concern and firmness in her eyes, the uncle didn't say anything more, and lay down.

Yang Zimei cut his pulse and found that he was almost sick. If he didn't treat him, he would have half a month to live at most.

It's his fate to meet himself.

Yang Zimei asked him to lie down on his back and lifted the quilt, only to see that he was so skinny and his abdomen was swollen high. In addition to tuberculosis, he also suffered from liver ascites and other diseases.

She took out the silver needle that she carried with her, took Taiyuan, Lieque, Neiguan, Feishu, Zusanli, Sanyinjiao, Fenglong acupoints and other acupoints on the uncle's body, and repeated the acupuncture several times...

After acupuncture and moxibustion, put away the needles.

"puff--"

The uncle sat up, spat out a mouthful of thick black blood, his breathing gradually eased, and he felt more comfortable than ever before.

"Ah Quan, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing her husband vomiting black blood, the aunt was frightened.

"Auntie, don't worry. He'll be fine after he spits out the filthy air in his body. I'll prescribe a few doses of traditional Chinese medicine, and you can take care of him every day. Within half a month, he will be fine, but , usually you must pay attention to let the indoor air circulate, don't seal it like this, and go out to bask in the sun frequently." Yang Zimei said.

"Is this going to work?" The aunt didn't believe it.

The uncle touched his stomach and lungs, and said to the aunt, "I'm really much more comfortable. Just now, there seemed to be a hot current all over my body. It's very comfortable, and it's not so hard to breathe now."

After finishing speaking, he got off the bed with both feet, and stood up a little vainly.

Seeing that he was able to stand up, the aunt wept with joy, and held Yang Zimei's hand gratefully, "Sister, you are really the Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves the suffering. He has seen so many doctors but he can't see it well. You healed the needle all at once. You are amazing." gone."

Seeing them so happy, Yang Zimei, who was able to save people from illness, was also very happy.

(End of this chapter)