Song Yi

Chapter 99

However, Gong Ming became interested. After all, Du Wenhao is a person who is good at Hua Tuo's magical skills, and now his views on stroke are completely different from his own, which aroused his curiosity. He cupped his hands and said, "Dr. Tell me, let the old man listen to your high-level theory, how to find another way."

Du Wenhao cupped his hands and said, "Let's ask Dr. Gong to come down and save people first."

Gong Ming shook his head: "Stroke is a matter of life and death. There is nothing more serious than this. Accurate syndrome differentiation is the only way to achieve success. Prescribing medicine hastily will not only be useless, but will actually delay the disease. Now the old man and Dr. Qian see different things. Let's talk about it." Let’s refer to it together for accurate identification.”

Du Wenhao was stunned, this Gong Ming really deserved to be a famous doctor for many years, experienced and unruffled, so he didn't refuse any more, after checking his pulse and tongue, he thought for a while and said:

"The lesions of a stroke are multi-terminal, such as the number of epidemics. However, they can generally be divided into urgent and urgent. Those who are urgent in the internal organs develop rapidly, have severe headaches, vomiting, and faint within a few hours at the latest. The internal organs Delayed waiting, fainting degree is relatively mild, the mind is clear for a while and confused for a while, the disease progresses slowly, and the limb hemiplegia is relatively mild. The two must be accurately distinguished in order to classify the medication.

If you are in a hurry for the middle viscera, you cannot use the method of opening the viscera, otherwise the condition will be aggravated and there will be danger. "

Gong Ming thought about it for a moment, and said, "Dr. Du's view is really a different approach, which is refreshing. From what you can see, which type does Kong Huishi belong to?"

"Master Konghui's illness is not yet easy to judge. It needs to be observed for several hours to be sure. At present, at the beginning of a stroke, we can only treat based on syndrome differentiation, and at the same time pay attention to observation, and adjust the medication at any time."

"Then I would like to ask you to prove it next time, brother."

"Good! As far as the current situation is concerned, although the master's body is healthy, but in the cold winter season, he travels to and fro, working hard day and night for Jingci's presiding officer. After learning that the presiding officer has turned the crisis into safety, he becomes emotional. The true qi cannot circulate around the body, so the tongue cannot turn properly, the speech is slurred, and the hemiplegia is paralyzed.

For this pathogenesis syndrome, I think we should replenish qi and dredge collaterals, dispel wind and resolve phlegm.The selected side can be flavored with Astragalus Chifeng Powder.After determining whether it is urgent or delayed in the internal organs, adjust the medication. "

Gong Ming spread his hands, and said with a wry smile, "This is good, three people, three certificates, three prescriptions. Who should I listen to?"

This is the case with traditional Chinese medicine. Everyone has different experiences, different observation angles, different judgments on pathogenesis, and will draw different syndrome differentiation conclusions, and naturally there will be different prescriptions.

Du Wenhao said: "All the teachers are sincerely asking Dr. Gong to take care of you. Naturally, you are the main one. Our opinions are for reference only. Without further ado, please come down."

"That's okay, treat it according to my method first, and then treat it according to yours if it can't be cured."

Du Wenhao glanced at Mrs. Kong Hui with crooked mouth and eyes, and smiled wryly. Although most of the strokes are ischemic strokes caused by blood clots blocking cerebral arteries, a considerable part of them are caused by cerebral blood vessels rupture and blood entering the brain tissue. Hemorrhagic stroke, both of which can cause permanent damage to brain tissue.

If the stroke was caused by acute cerebral hemorrhage, and the amount of bleeding was too large, I'm afraid that the three people's medicines would have no effect in the end.

Gong Mingxia decocted the medicine for the teacher, and could only wait for the result.

Originally, after eating at noon, he was supposed to go to treat the county magistrate, but Jingci presided over the emergency, and he was busy until evening, so he was free.After the county government's sedan chair arrived, Du Wenhao came to the county government office in a small sedan chair, and returned to Wuweitang after giving acupuncture to the county magistrate. It was already dark.

Du Wenhao went to the ward presided over by Jingci first, and his condition was stable, then he went to the ward of Mrs. Kong Hui for a check.

Kong Hui was lying on the bed, and Gong Ming was sitting beside the bed, stroking his beard and meditating. Several nuns were sitting or standing, looking sadly at Kong Hui on the bed.

Seeing Du Wenhao coming in, all the nuns hurriedly got up and put their palms together to salute.Du Wenhao waved his hand and asked Gong Ming, "Doctor Gong! How is Mrs. Kong Hui?"

Gong Ming woke up like a dream, shook his head and smiled wryly:
"The condition is getting worse and worse! So far, I am in a daze, I can't move the left side of the body, and my mouth and eyes are even more crooked. It seems that the old prescription doesn't work. Doctor Qian just left. After the two old people discussed it, they decided to use Doctor Qian's Fangzi, if there is no change or even worsens at night, then use Dr. Du's prescription."

Du Wenhao looked at Kong Hui's appearance, and his heart was heavy. The prescriptions used by the two old Chinese doctors had no effect, which inevitably made him have no confidence in his own prescriptions.

It was gloomy all day, and at night, there were finally sparse snowflakes.

It was cold and cold, Yingzi had added stoves to each ward, and added a pot of charcoal fire in Du Wenhao's bedroom.

It was almost three o'clock, but Du Wenhao didn't feel sleepy at all. He sat alone by the stove and warmed up. There was a lot of medical skills on the table. He was looking through the classics and medical records about stroke. When the book is used, I hate less.

It's been an hour since I changed the medicine that I don't charge money for, but Master Kong Huitai's condition doesn't show any signs of improvement.Everyone was very anxious, and Du Wenhao was even more anxious. He returned to his room and began to look for explanations in this regard. However, the medical techniques before the Tang and Song Dynasties all discussed strokes from the perspective of internal deficiency and evil, which was incompatible with what he had learned. , which troubled him very much.

It was late at night, and Du Wenhao was still looking up medical skills. After Yingzi came to remind him a few times, Du Wenhao washed up and went to sleep. However, he didn't sleep well all night, and he was dreaming about how to treat stroke until it was almost dawn. , before falling asleep.

In the early morning of the next day, Du Wenhao was still asleep, when he heard a faint buzzing sound, he thought he was dreaming, turned over, curled up in the warm quilt, and wanted to sleep for a while and return to the cage But the sound continued, it was definitely not from the dream. I opened my eyes and listened to it, and it was true, it seemed to be the sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures.

He was very surprised, could it be that those nuns and lay people were doing morning classes?No, those people didn't make such a loud noise.

Look out the window, it's already daylight.Caring about the condition of the patients such as Host Jingci and Mrs. Kong Hui, although he was very reluctant to warm the bed, he still tried to get up, stretched long, got out of bed with his eyes closed, groped for his shoes, and kicked inadvertently. He was stepping on a soft object and hurriedly withdrew his strength.

The thing screamed, ran away a few steps, turned around, and looked at him with its head tilted.It was Xiao Ke, the little tiger he adopted.

The tiger cub woke up early in the morning, crawled out of the kennel, wandered east and west, saw Du Wenhao's cloth shoes, and used them as toys to chew on. He was having fun with the cloth shoes alone, and Du Wenhao stepped on them. Over his head, both startled.

"Xiao Ke! Come here!" Du Wenhao bent down, stretched out his hand and patted her.

The tiger cub trotted a few steps, leaped onto Du Wenhao's palm, and licked his palm affectionately.Du Wenhao opened the cub's mouth and took a look. It was less than a month ago, the cub's tongue had already started to become rough, and a small part of its pointed teeth had emerged.

Du Wenhao hugged the little tiger cub, drooped his cloth shoes, came to the window, opened the window, the voice of chanting Buddha and sutras became louder, it seemed that many people were chanting in low order, although the voices were not loud, but The large number of people naturally sounds huge.

Where did so many monks chant sutras?I remember that there seems to be no temples nearby.Du Wenhao was wondering when a gust of cold wind blew in, making him shiver involuntarily.

I hurriedly closed the window a little, only to see that the sky was overcast, and there were sparse snowflakes.Looking up, the mountains in the distance, the nearby houses and trees, and the yard below have all become white.

Snowing!Very big snow!No wonder it's so cold.

At this moment, the door opened with a creak, and the servant girl Yingzi came in with a bucket of steaming water: "Sir, wash your face! Why are you standing in the wind? It's snowing, be careful!"

Since the night when Yingzi helped him take a bath and rub his back, Du Wenhao didn't lock the door when he slept, so that it was convenient for Yingzi to come in and out, and sometimes it was convenient for a patient to come in and call him out at night.

Yingzi put down the bucket, ran over and closed the window, took the tiger cub from Du Wenhao, and put it in the kennel.He ran to the screen shelf next to the stove in the corner of the room, took off a brand new thick cotton robe, and came to help Du Wenhao put it on.The robe has been baked warm and is very comfortable to wear.

Du Wenhao asked: "How is Mrs. Jing Ci?"

"It's very good. I went to see it early in the morning, and I'm fully awake. The waiting teachers said that Master Jingci breathed in at midnight last night. According to your instructions, after breathing, you can take some liquid food. So I boiled some porridge and fed it. After eating half a bowl, I feel much more energetic this morning.

Even Master Kong Hui was in a very bad condition, and after taking medicine, it didn't seem to be effective. His eyes and mouth were still crooked, and his whole body was groggy, and he couldn't even speak. "

"Dr. Gong is up?"

"Get up, I heard that Master Kong Huishi has been consulted again, by the way, Doctor Qian has also visited, and the two consulted together."

"Is there any patient here now?"

"Come on, come a long time ago. Before it's time to open the pharmacy, there are already patients waiting to open the door to seek medical treatment."

"Oh, it's snowing, why don't you open the door and let them in first?"

"Hee hee, sir, I don't need your instructions. Madam has already ordered the door to be opened. Let everyone wait in the room first. You can go to see a doctor when you get up."

"Hehe, your wife is really careful. By the way, why are there so many people chanting scriptures outside?"

"I heard that believers came from Fucheng to preside over the chanting and praying for Jingci. They sat cross-legged on both sides of the street outside our shop and chanted. They came in the middle of the night last night. Madam asked them to enter the house to rest, but they were too crowded. There are too many to live in, they just come in in turn, take a look at presiding officer Jing Ci by the window, and then go out, sitting on the street and chanting scriptures all night."

"Is there a lot of people listening to the voice?"

"That's right. At first there were only twenty or thirty people. Later, there were more and more people. When I went to see it at dawn, there may not be thousands of people now. They lined up all the way to the entrance of the alley!"

(End of this chapter)