Evil Miracle Doctor

Chu Jiang said to Qin Xiaoman in a hurry, "take me to see Uncle Zhuge. I don't believe he will get such a serious illness."

Qin Xiaoman leads Chu Jiang to the room behind the laboratory, where Zhuge Qing works and also where he usually rests. He forgets to eat and sleep for his medical career.

When Chu Jiang came into the room, he saw Zhuge Qing lying on the hospital bed. He had not seen him for several months. The old man, who had been hale and hearty, was thin and withered. No one who was not familiar with him could see that he was the same person before.

"Uncle Zhuge, how did you become like this?" Chu Jiang rushed over, tears fell down, holding the old man's thin palm.

Zhuge Qing's lips moved, as if to say something, but the voice was too small, so Chu Jiang had to stick his ear to his lips to hear what he was saying.

"Xiao Chu, I can't, my body organs... Can donate... All donation..." ZHUGE Qing very hard to say these words.

After hearing this, Chu Jiang was greatly moved and admired. At this last moment, Zhuge Qing still wanted to dedicate his last bit of light and heat. This is not only an example made by the greatest doctor, but also the best lesson for Chu Jiang.

"Don't be like this, uncle Zhuge. You'll get better. You'll recover."

Zhugeqing squeezed out a smile, gently shook his head, said: "I know my own situation, I can't..."

Chu Jiang wiped the tears on his face, stood up, pulled Qin Xiaoman to the door of the room and asked in a low voice, "Xiaoman, show me the inspection report. I want to see what's going on."

Qin Xiaoman nods and takes out the medical record from the drawer beside him. Chu Jiang takes it over and looks at it carefully. His brow is tight. It turns out that zhugeqing's name is myasthenia gravis, which is an autoimmune disease caused by transmission dysfunction at the neuromuscular junction. The main clinical manifestations are partial or systemic skeletal muscle weakness and fatigue, Zhuge Qing was so serious that he couldn't move any more. He couldn't even open his mouth.

"Myasthenia? Myasthenia? " Chu Jiang kept reciting the name of the disease, and then closed his eyes. The words on the ancient medical books kept flashing in his mind. He tried to recall the treatment of myasthenia.

Qin Xiaoman was surprised to see Chu Jiang like this. Myasthenia gravis is now a world problem. Mild patients may still be relieved. For severe patients, they can only wait to die now. Can Chu Jiang cure this disease?

"Chu Jiang, what are you doing?" Qin Xiaoman asked in a low voice.

"Wait a minute, I have a little impression that there should be a treatment for this disease in ancient medical books, but I have been recalling it for a long time, how can I not remember it?" Chu Jiang closed his eyes again.

Qin Xiaoman knows Chu Jiang's traditional Chinese medicine very well, and she also has a lot of research on traditional Chinese medicine. For many years, she has been committed to the development and promotion of the integration of Chinese and Western medicine, but she never knew that traditional Chinese medicine can also treat myasthenia gravis.

She did not dare to disturb Chu Jiang, and came to the bedside to take care of Zhuge Qing.

Chu Jiang closed his eyes and meditated there. He couldn't remember the ancient medical books about the treatment of this kind of disease, but he clearly had the impression. What's the matter?

All of a sudden, Chu Jiang thought of such a disease recorded in ancient medical books: lack of strength, long-term fatigue and decline, confusion, even death.

Isn't it very similar to myasthenia gravis? Why not try a prescription for this disease?

"Yes Chu Jiang blurts out and shouts, which makes Qin Xiaoman jump.

"Chujiang, what do you think of?" Qin Xiaoman asked curiously.

"Wait for me. I'll go out and get some medicine. Take care of Uncle Zhuge first!"

"Hello, you..."

Before Qin Xiaoman finished speaking, Chu Jiang ran out like a gust of wind. Qin Xiaoman saw that Chu Jiang was so anxious and looked hopeful. She put her hands together and prayed silently: "Chu Jiang must cure uncle Zhuge!"

According to the prescription in the ancient medical books, Chu Jiang came to the drugstore and wanted to catch some traditional Chinese medicine, but he couldn't catch two kinds of medicine. Chu Jiang ran to several drugstores and didn't buy them, which made Chu Jiang very angry.

Now zhugeqing is very weak and critically ill. If he does not pay close attention to treatment, the consequences will be unimaginable. Therefore, we must find those two kinds of medicine as soon as possible.

Chu Jiang checked the data and found that the two kinds of medicine were the shell of a turtle and the root of a tree, which were very rare things. Chu Jiang also secretly admired the medicine of the ancients. How could he think that these two kinds of medicine could cure diseases?

Before it's too late, Chu River immediately rushed to Jiangnan province of China. There was a river passing through Jiangnan province. Only in that river could there be this kind of tortoise. The local people called this kind of tortoise Jinjia tortoise, because the tortoise's shell was covered with gold, which was very magical.Chujiang arrived in Jiangnan province by high-speed railway. In less than two hours, he took a taxi to the river. He looked at the river and was a little worried. How could he catch the golden turtle?

Chujiang wandered along the river for a long time, and saw an old man coming here. He quickly went to the old man and asked politely, "uncle, please ask, does the tortoise live in this river? How can I get it? "

At the beginning, the old man was still laughing. When he heard Chu Jiang asking the tortoise, his face immediately became gloomy and he said, "what are you looking for?"

Chu Jiang didn't want to lie, so he said the purpose directly. The old man's attitude was somewhat relaxed and asked, "is what you said true?"

"It's true, old man. It's a matter of human life. I dare not lie." Chu Jiang raised his hand and swore.

"Well, I'll ask my son to help you. Golden tortoise has been a miracle here for a long time. No matter how poor or hungry our people are, no one will catch golden tortoise or sell money."

When the old man explained this, Chujiang understood why the old man's face was gloomy just now, and why the golden tortoise was so valued in the local area. This shows the wisdom of the ancients.

The old man asked Chu Jiang to wait for him here for a while. He went to ask his son to come and help him. Naturally, Chu Jiang was grateful and very happy. It would be easier with the help of local people.

After waiting for more than 20 minutes, Chu Jiang saw a group of people coming here quickly. It seemed that they were all young people with guys in their hands. After approaching, Chu Jiang realized that these people were all looking at each other. It didn't look like they were here to help, but they were here to ask for a crime.

Chu Jiang was ready and stood there quietly, waiting to see what those people were going to do.

Sure enough, after those people approached, a young man holding a machete in his hand pointed to Chu Jiang and scolded, "Damn, you dare to come here to lie and cheat the old man. I've seen so many of you these days!"