It was Lu Fan who asked for the basin. Mr. Song was already speechless.
The Song family was well prepared for all emergency measures. At this time, a servant had already brought a basin up.
"Wow!"
Mr. Song vomited into the basin. There was no trace of the few mouthfuls of porridge he had just eaten. He vomited out all the porridge. He also vomited out a lot of sour water. After calculating the general ledger, he still lost money.
Lu Fan was not surprised by this, all of this was within his expectations.
He even stepped forward and massaged Mr. Song's back a few times when he was vomiting, playing an auxiliary role.
Mr. Song finally vomited completely and leaned back on the chair to rest.
Tang Yuxi watched all this silently, but she was surprised in her heart.
What you are seeing in front of you may not seem like a big deal, but if you think of what Lu Fan had already said in the small garden outside, it would be very surprising.
Lu Fan said that he could help Mr. Song temporarily relieve his pain, and he did. He also said that even if he helped Mr. Song temporarily relieve his pain, Mr. Song's stomach would automatically reject food. This seemed to be true. Confirm.
This is amazing!
Not only Tang Yuxi thought so, but even Mr. Song actually had this idea in his heart.
He was leaning there, as if he was resting with his eyes closed, but in his mind were all the scenes that happened this morning.
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.
The reason is very simple. Everything that happened in the morning seemed to be arranged by Lu Fan. Everything developed according to what Lu Fan said, without any difference.
If Mr. Song saw this as a bystander, he would probably think that it was a show put on by a few of them, involving acupuncture and vomiting, just to prove Lu Fan's superb medical skills.
But he is not a bystander, he is a personal experiencer. He knows clearly that all this is not an act, but real.
Lu Fan's medical skills are indeed very powerful. No, they cannot be described as powerful. They should be very magical and miraculous!
Mr. Song had heard people talk about the magic of traditional Chinese medicine before, but he was actually a little scornful. He felt that those were deceptive stories made up by others.
But now, he has no such thoughts at all.
Just as he was thinking, Lu Fan's voice sounded again.
"Mr. Song, are you okay now? Do you want to try again?"
Mr. Song opened his eyes: "No, I can confirm that these foods were vomited out of my stomach. They did enter my stomach. My stomach cannot tolerate them!"
The feeling of nausea and vomiting is completely different from the previous feeling of being unable to pass through the cardia or esophagus. Even ordinary people can feel the obvious difference, let alone Mr. Song who is very concerned about his own feelings.
This is also the reason why Lu Fan dared to make this attempt.
Otherwise, it will be eaten and spit out again. Who knows whether this thing is spit out from the stomach or the esophagus?
"Since Mr. Song has felt it himself, you should believe what I said now." Lu Fan was a little relieved. As long as he could make this stubborn old man believe in him, his efforts this early in the morning would be in vain.
"I believe that you are indeed a miracle doctor. I apologize for my previous rudeness!" Mr. Song said and actually wanted to stand up, as if he wanted to bow to Lu Fan.
How could Lu Fan let him do this? He quickly stepped forward to hold him and prevent him from moving.
The old man was so old that he could be his grandfather, and he was also a patient. He couldn't accept his salute either emotionally or rationally.
"As long as you can trust me and accept my treatment, that's it. There's really no need to apologize or anything."
"Thank you!" Mr. Song could only keep this kindness in his heart.
What Lu Fan did for him was not just a simple matter of treating a disease. Before treating a disease, he had to gain his trust. For a young man without any reputation, this difficulty was probably no more difficult than ordinary medical treatment. Be low.
People like Mr. Song rarely owe others favors. If they do have favors, they will repay them tenfold and a hundredfold.
As for a kindness as great as saving a life, it can be said that no amount of repayment can be exaggerated.
Lu Fan didn't care about this. He finally gained Mr. Song's trust and made Mr. Song accept him. This was actually a way of treatment.
Mr. Song's illness was caused by his inability to accept foreign objects. Now that he can accept Lu Fan, it means that he has begun to accept foreign objects. Psychologically, his condition has begun to ease.
The next step is to treat esophageal cancer and achalasia.
These two diseases alone are still enough to cause headaches to countless doctors.
Because it is impossible for anyone to eat after suffering from this disease, so the medicine cannot be taken into the mouth.
In Western medicine, the treatment for esophageal cancer is either chemotherapy plus surgery, or radiotherapy plus surgery, but no matter which type, the cure rate is extremely low, and even if it is cured at the time, the patient will often die within a few years. Die inside.
This is definitely one of the diseases with the highest mortality rate in Western medicine.
But for Lu Fan, this is not a difficult disease.
"Mr. Song, you can make preparations now. I will write a prescription and you ask your family to buy the medicine. It is estimated that within ten or eight days, your illness should be cured."
He thought about it and came up with a more conservative number.
Normally, with his treatment, Mr. Song's illness should be cured in three to five days.
However, Mr. Song is old after all, and his own immune system has deteriorated, and it is definitely not as good as that of young people.
But even this conservative estimate of the number of days shocked Mr. Song greatly.
"What? Will it be cured in ten or eight days? Are you telling the truth?"
He couldn't believe his ears.
"Well, normally you'll be fine in three to five days, but considering that your body is relatively weak, I'll conservatively estimate that you'll be fine within ten days." Lu Fan also felt that what he just said was not accurate.
"So soon? I have cancer! How can it be cured so quickly?" Only then did Mr. Song know that he had heard correctly, but he still couldn't believe it.
Western medicine surgery to directly cut off the cancerous part is probably the fastest treatment method, but it still requires one or two months of treatment. Traditional Chinese medicine only takes medicine, so how can it be so fast?
"Don't worry, you are quite slow." Lu Fan smiled, "Last year I took over a patient who had terminal lymphoma. I prescribed him three doses of medicine. When he took the second dose, His disease is completely cured." He did not say that in fact, overseas, those people called his treatment speed "Lu's speed."
