Song Yi

Chapter 86 Mountains do not turn waters

Du Wenhao followed Zhuang Zhixian to the bedroom.With the help of two maidservants, Zhuang Zhixian took off all his clothes and pants, and lay on his back on the bed.

Du Wenhao opened the consultation box, took out the disinfectant, wiped the Sanyinjiao acupoint of Zhuang Zhi County, and then asked a maid to help press Zhuang Zhi County Hui's acupoint with his thumb, and asked Zhuang Zhi County to take a deep breath to close the anus, while he held the skin with forceps in his right hand. The inner needle is pierced upwards from Sanyinjiao, and rotated, lifted and inserted. After the needle is felt, the needle is fixed with ointment cloth.Intradermal gold needles were embedded in the acupoints on both sides.

After the treatment, Du Wenhao said goodbye.

Zhuang Zhixian ordered his servants to bring a plate of silver coins, and said with a smile:
"Mr. Du, here are ten copper coins. Let's talk about your heart. If it is effective, you can help me keep the incense, and I will thank you very much!"

Ten copper coins, equivalent to RMB 1, is only an advance payment, and the sale is considered generous. If it can really help him consummate his family, the reward will be even more.

Du Wenhao was very happy, thinking that ten officials and nine corrupt officials, these are the fat and anointing of the people, since he sent them, of course they will be accepted as they are.I bowed down and accepted it.

Master Hou accompanied Du Wenhao out of the gate of the inner yamen, and the previous sedan chair was already waiting at the door to send Du Wenhao back.

The two were about to bid farewell when they heard someone crying not far away: "Master Patriarch!"

Du Wenhao turned his head to look, and saw a person kneeling on the ground not far away, it was Yan Miaoshou.

The wine he drank just now has a strong aftertaste, and now the wine is getting stronger. Du Wenhao's head was a little dizzy, and he gave him a sideways glance:
"Why are you kneeling here?"

Yan Miao kowtowed like pounding garlic and said loudly, "Master, please, please see my son's illness!"

"Hehe, if the mountains don't turn around and the water turns around, you will beg me one day? What's wrong with your son, did you pee on the kang?"

"No no, my son is very sick and is about to die! I beg you, master, to save his life! I'm just such a son..."

Du Wenhao said: "You know I'm not good at pediatrics, it's useless to find me! You should go to your master!"

Du Wenhao walked to the small sedan chair and was about to get on the sedan chair.

Yan Miao knelt and climbed a few steps, hugged Du Wenhao's leg:

"Master, grandson, I..., I was sorry for you before. I said nothing big or small, not serious or serious. I admit my mistakes and get punished, and I punish myself..." One hand hugged Du Wenhao's foot, the other He kept slapping himself.

Du Wenhao lowered his head and looked together, seeing his slaps, one side of his face was red and swollen, the corner of his mouth was bleeding, he really used all his strength, he couldn't help but rolled his drunken eyes, and frowned:
"What are you doing?"

"Master! Please save my son. This is the only son I have. He is the lifeblood of my Yan family. I kowtow to you!"

Boom, boom, head hit the stone path, blood flowed.Kowtowing and crying.

"Okay! Get up and talk!" Du Wenhao frowned.

"Master, you old man must save my son. If you don't vent your anger, you can always beat me to death! As long as you save my son's life, I beg you..."

"Are you out of your mind? You don't know if others don't know? Calm down and think about it. Your master is best at pediatrics, and my worst is pediatrics. I don't care about children in my hands." No. This is the truth—it is serious to go to your master as soon as possible, so as not to delay the child's illness!"

Yan Miao raised her head with her hands, with blood and tears on her face, she cried:
"Master has seen it, and said that this disease is the same as Zhou Zhou's injury, it is a 'rotten boil', and only you, Master, can cure it!"

Du Wenhao's heart sank suddenly, and suddenly he was more than half sober. He leaned over and grabbed his collar and pulled him up. After shaking it a few times, he asked sharply, "What are you talking about? Rotten boils? How could your son be dead? Boil?"

"Yesterday, after I used a knife to debride the wounds of Detective Zhou, my son happened to hurt his foot and brought it here. I was in a hurry and didn't re-sterilize the knife strictly according to your requirements, so I used this knife to clean my son's wound. Stone sludge, it must be infected like this! I'm really useless, woo woo woo..."

Du Wenhao was furious:

"Last night, I asked you whether the knife used to debrid Detective Liu was sterilized. Why did you say it was sterilized? Why didn't you tell me about it yesterday?"

"I'm sorry, Master, I... I lied yesterday, woo..."

"What's going on?"

"My disciple was lucky at the time and thought it would be fine, but in the middle of the night, my son's wound began to suppurate and blisters, and his whole body was full of fever. My son re-cleaned the wound, but, I..., I don't know your master's magic skills, and I haven't recovered after the re-cleaned wound.

By noon today, my son's wound was purple and black, his whole body was scorching hot, he was...unconscious, his pulse was scattered, and his life was imminent...I went to see the master, but the master couldn't do anything after seeing it, so he asked me to come to you immediately. Here we come, master, please help! "

Du Wenhao was so angry that he slammed him on the ground:
"You bastard! Even if the wound is infected with this kind of evil poison, as long as the wound is completely debrided within three hours, it will not suffer from boils! These three hours are the most critical, otherwise if it turns yellow, it will be life-threatening! You yesterday Why didn't you tell me?—this is your own fault, I don't care!"

Yan Miao was so regretful that her intestines were green, she kowtowed and said, "Master, my disciple and grandson are wrong, please! I am only such a son..."

"Oh, you came to see me when your son was dying? Am I a god? Once this disease dies, it is very difficult to cure. It can break your leg or even kill you!"

"The apprentice and grandson know that they are wrong, please ask the master to save the child."

"Delayed for too long, it may not be cured. I can only do my best. But you have to sign a life and death contract for me before the operation!"

The last lawsuit, coupled with the fact that the suffering master who just traveled over to carry the corpse to the pharmacy, made Du Wenhao start to pay attention to the issue of medical disputes.

Since surgery is an traumatic treatment, the patient and his family must be informed of the purpose, results, and possible complications and sequelae of the surgery, and the surgery can only be performed with the other party's informed consent.Avoid future disputes.

For this reason, Du Wenhao wrote several "Consent to Surgery Letters" yesterday involving the risks of common surgery in general surgery. The relevant conditions and possible consequences of the surgery were written in words that the ancients could understand. ready.

Yan Miaoshou had never heard of this kind of deed, which was normal. In ancient times, surgical operations were minor operations such as boils, ulcers, and carbuncles, which were generally not life-threatening, so surgical medical disputes were rare.

He didn't understand what Du Wenhao said, anyway, he knew that Du Wenhao was preventing him from reporting his enmity to the Yamen like old man Liu, so he hurriedly agreed: "Yes! Master! The disciple will sign when he returns!"

"Where are the people?"

"It has already been carried to the Wuweitang. I heard that the master and ancestor came to the county government to have a drink. The grandson was afraid of delaying you and the county magistrate's pleasure, so he has been waiting at the door for you to come out..."

"You! You bastard!"

Du Wenhao was so angry that he really wanted to slap him, and said sharply:

"Drinking is more important than saving lives? Why don't you call me immediately? Damn! I really doubt if your son is critically ill!" He lowered his head and got into the sedan chair, hurriedly said to the bearer:

"Quick! Go back to Wuweitang!"

He bowed his hands to Master Hou, and hurried away in a sedan chair.

Yan Miaoshou slapped herself again with regret, cried, and ran back to Wuweitang with the sedan chair.

(End of this chapter)