If we could be 30% sure about this situation, Meng Wen would be taken in for treatment. But after thinking about it for a long time, he wasn't even sure.
His appearance immediately caught Mr. Wang's eyes.
"Expert Meng, have you encountered similar cases before?"
"No." Meng Wen said truthfully: "There have indeed been other patients in the past who were unable to be cured by Western medicine, but this is the first time this has happened to your mother."
He was old, had underlying diseases, intracranial hematoma, and severe lung infection that was ineffective with antibiotics.
This is probably because the sky is about to take people in, and the killing moves are superimposed, and Daluo Jinxian cannot save him.
He, Meng Wen, was just a doctor who was full of awe in the face of life and death.
"Actually, I also know that my mother's situation is very difficult." Mr. Wang saw his fear, and his disappointment was palpable: "I just don't want to give up."
"My mother is very strong. She never accepts her fate and never gives up until the last moment. So I also thought, no matter what, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will save her."
"It doesn't matter if she's paralyzed or never wakes up, but as long as she's still here, I have a mother!"
Mr. Wang, who always attached great importance to his image, burst out crying in front of Meng Wen.
Meng Wen had no choice but to wait quietly for him to calm down.
"Expert Meng. Just admit her to the hospital and treat a dead horse as a living doctor. No matter what the outcome is, I can only thank you!" Mr. Wang wiped his tears and begged while choking.
For this reason, no matter how unhappy Meng Wen was, he was ready to nod in agreement.
But at this moment, a ray of light suddenly cut through the sky and entered his mind, causing him to abruptly change the subject:
"Actually, it's not that there's no hope at all." He said hesitantly.
These words were like a ray of light, shining directly into Mr. Wang's heart. He immediately stopped choking and raised his head to look directly at Meng Wen, his eyes astonishingly bright.
"A new expert has arrived in the first Chinese medicine clinic opposite." Meng Wen stood up with a smile: "Although he is young, he is definitely not an ordinary person. Does Teacher Zhou Jishen know?"
A few minutes later, Tao Le saw them in the consulting room.
"Dr. Tao, I am Meng Wen from the third clinic. I am overwhelmed with this patient, so I leave it to you!"
Mr. Wang already had Meng Wen's vaccination. He did not despise Tao Le because she was young, but regarded her as the last straw:
"Expert Tao, please save my mother. This life is not easy for her. I beg you!"
When Tao Le saw the patient's appearance, he immediately understood that it was a serious illness and immediately stepped forward to inquire carefully.
She was very serious, and Mr. Wang, the family member, was also very cooperative. For a while, no one paid attention to Meng Wen.
He sighed secretly in his heart, turned around and returned to the consulting room.
Next, Meng Wen saw a few more patients without any distractions, then called the nurse and asked:
"How is the elderly patient Ding Cuifang that I transferred to the first clinic just now?"
The nurse had been watching at the door just now. After hearing this, she immediately replied:
"Expert Tao admitted her to the hospital and just sent her out. I heard her saying don't worry, she will wake up soon, and I also saw Mr. Wang's face look happy."
"Haha, it seems I didn't do anything wrong." Meng Wen smiled lightly.
"Expert Meng, are you deliberately giving young people a chance?"
This nurse has been following Meng Wen for a long time and is quite confident in his medical skills.
"I didn't mean that. It really can't be cured." Meng Wen shook his head: "Ding Cuifang's situation is very complicated. I have also tried various methods, but there is no chance."
This surprised the nurse: "Expert Tao can even treat a disease that you can't cure?"
"I also hope that she can really be cured." Meng Wen sighed: "Master Zhou's disciples are well-known and must have real talents and learning."
At first glance, there was nothing wrong with his words, but the nurse heard something different.
"Tell me, is there a possibility that she can't see the danger in this and is exaggerating?"
Meng Wen was noncommittal about this: "After all, he is also an honorary member of the Medical Association. Don't look down on him too much."
"Hey, Expert Meng, what do you think Mr. Wang is trying to do? Isn't it good to let the old man go away peacefully, instead of going through repeated troubles?"
"Let's not meddle in other people's business. I've called the number. Go and see why no one has come in yet."
It was time for the consultation. Before Tao Lelin left, he went to the inpatient department and looked at Ding Cuifang.
Is it a private hospital? The conditions are much better than public hospitals. The elderly live in a single ward and are under constant care by dedicated bedside doctors and nurses.
After undergoing acupuncture once, a severe case of pneumonia was cured. The old man's symptoms are obviously much more stable now than when he came here, and there is less phlegm.
The doctor in charge of the bed is Duan He, a resident in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. He was stunned when he saw her coming in: "Are you the doctor of our hospital?"
This young doctor was wearing the uniform white coat of the hospital, with a hospital logo embroidered on the collar, so he couldn't admit his mistake.
She's just so young, is there a new person in the courtyard?
"I'm Tao Le, Ding Cuifang's attending physician." Tao Le didn't care what he was thinking, reported home directly, and asked again:
"Have you taken the medicine yet?"
"Ditan Decoction plus Calamus Yujin Decoction plus or minus, right? I've taken it." Duan He answered fluently, but his eyes were still wide open, staring straight at Tao Le.
"What are you looking at? There are flowers on my face?"
"No, no, I just didn't expect you to be like this."
Okay, another one who is obsessed with his age.
Tao Le was no longer interested in this. Seeing that the patient's physical condition was stable, he warned: "The antibiotics can be stopped directly. The patient should be able to wake up by tomorrow morning at the latest, so don't be careless."
She turned to leave, but Duan He reacted over there: "Expert Tao, wait!"
"Um?"
"The prescription you made is particularly exquisite. Can you please tell me about the idea of prescribing it?"
Tao Le turned around and sat down: "Tell me first, how do you understand it?"
With her name placed there, Duan He didn't dare to take it lightly. He thought about it seriously and said cautiously:
"The patient has excessive phlegm with both yellow and white phlegm, and a slippery pulse. The syndrome is that phlegm-heat accumulates in the lungs and clouds the mind. The treatment should be to clear away heat and wash away phlegm, so as to wake up the mind and rejuvenate the mind."
Tao Le nodded and reminded: "Have you observed the patient's tongue?"
"No, the patient has always had trismus." Duan He explained.
"It can be pried open." Tao Le said: "In Chinese medicine, the internal organs and meridians are closely connected with the tongue. The tongue must be observed during diagnosis and cannot be ignored."
As she said this, she suddenly felt a little funny when she saw that the resident doctor in front of her was a few years older than her but had a serious expression on his face.
(End of chapter)
