Put the kudzu root into the pot and cover the pot. Thinking that he could add another ration to everyone, Jiang Zhi was in a happy mood and said casually: "This kudzu root is the most peaceful and can cure many diseases. Boil water and add rice to cook it. Porridge can cure thirst and polyuria, that is, quenches thirst.
If a child catches a cold, has a fever and vomits, add ginger and honey syrup. If combined with other medicines, it can also treat stroke and hemiplegia..."
Before she finished speaking, Xiao Mandai said with a trembling voice: "Er Ruiniang, do you think this can cure paralysis?"
Jiang Zhi: "...?"
When she saw everyone in the room looking at her, she was shocked to realize that she had said too much!
People are accustomed to being selectively obedient. When he said he had suffered a stroke and was paralyzed, Xiao Mannai only heard the word "paralysis".
It seems that Xiao Mannai is not the only one who is like this, but everyone in the room is like this.
After going up the mountain for these days, Jiang Zhi didn't pay much attention to Xu Dazhu's situation.
First, the original person is not a warm-hearted host, so she will naturally not take the initiative to ask.
Secondly, Mr. Man is a very pushy person. He always feels that his family is unfortunate. When he was in the village, he never complained about his hardships in front of others, and he also tabooed others to ask questions.
This was a sad thing for others, so Jiang Zhi didn't say much.
But now Xiao Mannai mentioned that there are some deviations here. There are differences in causes and symptoms between stroke hemiplegia and traumatic paralysis.
Jiang Zhi hesitated for a moment and then said: "Mother, I heard from an old man that kudzu root can cure stroke and hemiplegia. I don't know if it is suitable for Dazhu's condition!"
"Is it hemiplegia?"
The light of hope in Xiao Mannai's eyes went out. Her grandson was not hemiplegic, but she had gone astray.
Mr. Xiaoman had already peeled off the snake meat and threw the white snake skin aside. He coughed and said, "Er Rui Niang, your mother's family knows herbal medicine. Do you know any cure for paralysis?"
There is a shortage of doctors and medicines in the mountains, so it would not be surprising if anyone knows some folk remedies passed down by word of mouth.
Mr. Jiang knows that the Green Gangzi can be eaten, and he also said that the Pueraria lobata can be eaten. Maybe he really knows something that will be useful for Dazhu’s disease!
Jiang Zhi pretended to think about it, but she didn't directly say she didn't know.
Naturally, the original paper person had nothing to recall. What she was thinking about was modern medical knowledge: "Uncle Chang Geng, don't blame me for nagging. If you want to cure the disease, you have to find out how Dazhu was injured in the fall and how he is now. How can I ask clearly to know which herbs are effective?"
Little Man's face wrinkled into a walnut shell again. He looked at the eldest grandson in the corner of the shed who looked like a living dead, and at the people waiting to eat, but said nothing.
Jiang Zhi realized that he just didn't want to talk about it at this time, so he stopped mentioning it.
Soon, the meat in the pot was stewed, and the kudzu root was also stewed. Everyone had a big bowl, and they sat around the fire pit in the middle and ate steaming hot.
I have already had the experience of eating meat once. Although I was equally hungry this time, it was not as crazy as the first time. I was just a little surprised when I ate kudzu. It was unexpectedly delicious.
With the addition of seasoned green onion and chive leaves, the taste becomes even better.
Xu Errui put a piece of kudzu root in his mouth and bulged his cheeks after eating it: "Mom, I will carry the remaining kudzu root back tomorrow and then look for meat."
My mother said that there was still kudzu that she had not carried back, so she would carry it back first and then do her own thing.
Xiaoman ate beside him and said vaguely: "I'll go too!"
Now he is also a laborer who can support his family, and the affairs of the two families belong to the same family.
In the corner of the shed, Xu Dazhu was also eating, and Xiao Mannai served him some meat.
"Milk, give me kudzu root!" Xu Dazhu also heard Aunt Jiang's simple words.
Whether he is hemiplegic or paralyzed, he will eat whatever cures the disease. He wants to sit up.
Xiao Mannai said: "Eat some meat first, seeing as you are too thin. We can eat those things later!"
She wanted her grandson to eat more meat to replenish his body.
Meat is not common, so if you can eat it, it counts as a meal. Since kudzu can be eaten, there are a lot of them on the mountain, so just dig them up later.
Xu Dazhu shook his head and avoided the meat that was brought to him. Although the meat was good, he couldn't chew it thoroughly and couldn't swallow it in his mouth, so he could only drink soup.
well!
Xiao Mannai's eyes were filled with tears. She felt sorry for her eldest grandson. He hadn't eaten anything good since he was injured. His body was getting worse and worse. But now we were in troubled times and couldn't find a good doctor. How could he take care of him well?
Beside the fire pit, Mr. Man also put down his bowls and chopsticks and saw that his grandson could only drink soup, but he could not eat any more.
Jiang was right, he kept it a secret and didn't even tell anyone about his illness. Who knew what herbs could cure it? He tried everything, just in case it would be cured!
So, Mr. Xiaoman lowered his voice and simply told the story of the tragic event that destroyed his family and his entire family two years ago.
Speaking of which, this is also a very common medical case, which can be summarized in one sentence.
One morning in the winter two years ago, Dazhu's daughter-in-law had already given birth to Nini and was in confinement. Xu Dazhu was tired from going up the mountain to burn charcoal. He was supposed to stay one night in the mountain before leaving. He was thinking about his wife, children and old people at home, so he took the risk of carrying a heavy load. The charcoal basket was going down the mountain in the dark, and he lost his footing and fell down the cliff.
The man was not dead, but his waist was injured. When he was carried home, he could still feel his legs, so he asked a doctor from the town and county to treat him.
All the money is spent, acupuncture, decoctions and medicines are all available, and the patient can be treated as others say.
But after the treatment, I completely lost all feeling in my lower body. I even had incontinence of feces and urine, and I was completely paralyzed.
Xu Dazhu, a young man who was only twenty years old and the mainstay of his family, how could he accept that he was a cripple? He had sought death several times and was begged by his wife to survive.
But the condition of his life is that his wife Chunfeng should leave the child and return to her parents' family to remarry, so that she doesn't have to waste her whole life with him.
Chunfeng came back a few times in the first year, but she was scolded away by Xu Dazhu. In the past year, she was married off by her natal family and never came back again.
Jiang Zhi sighed repeatedly.
In fact, in the hospital, every patient has a history of blood and tears behind her. She has long been numb and has only sympathy.
But now that I share weal and woe with Xiaoman's family, the relationship is different.
Jiang Zhi thought about Xu Dazhu's condition. Although she had not asked about it during these times, she knew from Xiaoman's occasional words that Xu Dazhu could move his fingers and arms, but could not move his legs. He was a severe paraplegic.
The golden period of spinal cord injury treatment is in the first six months. If you miss it, there is basically no possibility of recovery.
Xu Dazhu has been ill for more than two years, so treatment is not completely ineffective for him. It can only be said that there is little hope.
Jiang Zhi feels that before treatment, the most important thing is to return the body to normal weight and improve malnutrition, so that he can have the strength to accept rehabilitation training and treatment.
But in the current situation, talking about nutritional supplements is embarrassing people.
Seeing Xiao Manye's expectant eyes, Jiang Zhi couldn't say anything deceptive.
All he can say is: "Dazhu's body is too weak. If he can recuperate his body and regain the strength in his hands, he will be able to dress and eat by himself in the future."
Xu Dazhu can only move his fingers now, and he has no desire to live. If he can really dress and eat by himself and complete basic self-care, it will be equivalent to a successful recovery.
Sure enough, Xiao Manye's eyes dimmed, but he was not disappointed: "As long as Dazhu can eat by himself and gain more meat, it will be better than now!"
He did not dare to really expect that his eldest grandson could be cured. The doctor had already said that his eldest grandson would be paralyzed like this for the rest of his life. If it took a few years, he would become stiff and shrunk, and he would not be able to survive.
Now that his grandson has become as thin as a handful of bones, he may not be able to live through this year. He really doesn't want to give away a man with gray hair to a man with black hair.
