The Epic Revenge Chapter 492: Respect

Dr. Song and his wife actually couldn't understand Gu Qingzhou's words.

I only know what Gu Qingzhou said about Qi.

What the **** is a gas machine?

"It's okay, if I drink the medicine tonight, this disease can be eradicated." Gu Qingzhou continued.

Dr. Song and Mrs. Song were stunned.

Mrs. Song's words blurted out: "It's that simple?"

"It's the right medicine. The medicine is used correctly, and simple medicine will work. As I said, the child is not a disease, but the qi is blocked by the cold evil." Gu Qingzhou smiled.

In Mrs. Song's memory, every time a family member gets sick and asks a doctor, it is a lot of medicine, and it will never heal.

Now this young lady can be cured by simply saying a dose of medicine. Isn't she joking?

"Thank you Mrs. Young Master." Dr. Song answered. Believe it or not, people should be thankful for their actions.

Gu Qingzhou nodded.

"You take care of him for a while, I'll prescribe a prescription and ask someone to decoct the medicine." Gu Qingzhou smiled, "It's okay to take it back for you to fry, I'm afraid your home doesn't have a medicine stove, and the newly bought medicine stove will also be fine. You need to feed, you can't pick it up and use it."

This kind of consideration is very medical ethics.

Doctor Song nodded: "I'm sorry, Mrs."

Gu Qingzhou got up and went out.

Mrs. Song stroked her son's hair.

Under the action of Gu Qingzhou's acupuncture, the child seems to be less sore and lethargic.

"Alas!" Mrs. Song whispered, her voice choked, "Anan must not be in trouble, otherwise..."

"No." Dr. Song comforted his wife.

It's not a day or two since the child said it hurts.

Every time I asked him, he couldn't explain clearly; he checked him, and there was no major problem. Dr. Song was also puzzled, and subconsciously misunderstood that the child was playing.

Until this morning, the child suddenly fell to the ground, his face like golden paper, and he was sweating profusely.

Dr. Song and his wife were stunned. They carried the child to the hospital.

The pediatrician did various tests, and the diagnosis was the same as Dr. Song's: the child was fine.

"In this case, he seems to have fallen for evil." The pediatrician's doctor is also Chinese.

No matter how much the Chinese learn Western science, they can't change the cultural precipitation in their bones.

The doctor's words frightened Song Yiheng and his wife.

I went up to ask the child what the pain was, but the child couldn't tell, only that the whole stomach hurts. On the contrary, after repeated inspection, there is still no disease.

"How about you go to the gastroenterology department to see?" There was nothing the pediatrics department could do.

Dr. Song carried the child and was transferred to the gastroenterology department.

After a series of inspections, it was four o'clock in the afternoon, and the conclusion was still the same.

The doctor can't see where the child is sick.

Mrs. Song cried at that time: "Is it really Zhongxie?"

The doctor from the gastroenterology department looked at it and said, "In our countryside, people used to be evil while walking at night. It really looks like this!"

Fear subsided lightly, submerging Song Yiheng and his wife.

No, they have already lost a child and God will not take their second child!

Mrs. Song couldn't accept it and fainted on the spot.

The nurses were busy helping Mrs. Song.

Later, it was Dr. Arnold who borrowed something from the gastroenterology department and saw Song Yiheng.

"Doctor Ai!" Song Yiheng went to the hospital in a hurry, and told a doctor in the burn department about his son's condition.

Dr. Ai has actually dabbled in every subject of Western medicine.

Hearing this, he looked at the results of various tests before he said to Song Yiheng: "There is no disease in the organs, and I am helpless. You Chinese medicine say that the human body has qi and meridians in addition to organs and blood.

These two things cannot be detected by instruments, nor can Western medicine understand them. The middle evil you are talking about may be a problem with qi or meridians. Why not go see a Chinese medicine doctor? "

Then, Dr. Ai talked about Gu Qingzhou again.

"...Mrs. Si Shao's medical skills are superb!" said Dr. Ai.

Song Yiheng and Mrs. Song, eager to save their child, hurriedly carried the child to He's Hundred Herbs Hall.

They still know the world.

If you take the children directly to the military government, I'm afraid the adjutant will beat them out, and the young lady doesn't know the doctor in charge.

At that time, if the shopkeeper He cannot cure it, he will naturally call the young lady.

Unexpectedly, where is the young lady actually.

Dr. Song felt that his son was lucky.

However, he was not sure that Gu Qingzhou could really cure his son.

Dr. Song and his wife have the same consideration: "Will it work?"

However, no way.

Until the pain faints, the child can't tell exactly how and where the pain is.

"Compared with the goddess in the countryside, traditional Chinese medicine is a little more reliable. Besides, Dr. Ai and Wang Qi, who opposes traditional Chinese medicine, both trust her, so let's give her some confidence." Song Yiheng said to his wife, in fact, that he Listen for yourself.

The couple are still beating drums in their hearts.

The ordeal is excruciating.

An hour later, Gu Qingzhou's medicine was ready.

Song Yiheng thought again: "Preparing medicine is really a laborious task. Western medicine does not need such trouble and increases the pain time of the patient."

He didn't dare to say anything, picked up the child and coaxed him to drink medicine.

The medicine is very bitter, and the child refuses to drink it.

Finally, it was the guys from the pharmacy who skillfully held down the child and poured the medicine down.

Gu Qingzhou said to Dr. Song and his wife, "You can take your children back to recuperate. Anyway, if you are so close, come over immediately if there is an emergency."

Doctor Song nodded.

He still feels that the sheets in the TCM clinic are not hygienic, and he is afraid that the children will get sicker.

So, the couple took the child back.

After returning, the child fell asleep.

Song Yiheng and his wife were not sleepy, and the two of them whispered beside them.

"Is it really useful?" Mrs. Song asked. "If it doesn't work, we will send Anan back to the UK as soon as possible."

"It's useful!" Song Yiheng said. He didn't know if he was comforting himself or his wife.

Song Yiheng heard Dr. Arnold call Gu Qingzhou "Teacher". Song Yiheng was afraid that he would never forget this shock.

Since Arnold respected Gu Qingzhou so much, and Gu Qingzhou said it was okay, Song Yiheng decided to hold on to hope.

Mrs. Song did not dare, for fear that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment: "I still have to make preparations. If it doesn't work, I will send the child to Hong Kong......"

Speaking and crying.

Mrs. Song thought of her eldest daughter.

The child is so cute, a car accident will kill the jade, and life is so fragile.

The husband and wife have been tortured and have left the place where they once lived and returned to the motherland.

If another child were to die, where would they go?

Where is their home?

"No, don't think about it." Dr. Song comforted his wife, but he also thought of his beloved daughter, and the tears could not be controlled.

The two stayed up all night.

The child slept soundly.

At five in the morning, the child woke up, rubbed his eyes, and muttered, "Go to the toilet."

Dr. Song woke up suddenly and asked him, "A Nan, does it still hurt?"

The child was at a loss and asked, "Daddy, what hurts?"

Dr. Song is overjoyed.

I don't know what hurts, so it doesn't hurt, right?

Unexpectedly, the child said again, "Stomach hurts!"

Dr. Song's heart suddenly fell to the bottom, thinking: "Traditional Chinese medicine is really useless."

He carried his son to the toilet.

The child has diarrhea.

After pulling, go back and fall back to sleep.

Dr. Song and Mrs. Song saw that the child slept soundly and peacefully in their dreams, and their hearts slowly fell, and the two fell asleep relying on them.

When I opened my eyes, the child was gone.

"Where's Anan?" Mrs. Song was startled.

I hurriedly went out and asked the nurse, who pointed to the big locust tree in the backyard: "Where is it."

It turns out that Anan and his brother climbed a tree again.

Mrs. Song was surprised and happy, raised her face and asked, "A Nan, do you still hurt?"

The child climbed high, like a monkey, and said, "It doesn't hurt!"

The voice is loud and sure.

Thinking that he broke down in a cold sweat yesterday, and seeing him lively like a monkey today, Mrs. Song covered her lips and wept.

This is tears of joy.

"He's all right!" She turned around and said to Dr. Song who came out one step late, "Anan is fine, the young lady has cured him!"

Dr. Song was also stunned.

In the early hours of the morning, Anan had diarrhea, and the cold evil was cleared away.

His vivacious energy and loud voice resembled that of when he was in England, not the days when he became ill after returning home.

Anan is really good!

"No wonder Arnold called the young lady to call the teacher!" Dr. Song exclaimed, "I'm going to call the teacher too!"

Mrs. Song said: "Prepare for a heavy gift, hurry up and thank others!"

The couple coaxed Anan down from the tree.

Looking closely at him, he is indeed healed.

The Western Hospital couldn't find it out. The young lady said it was a minor illness, but it was really just a minor illness!

"I'll take a look." Mrs. Song looked at the child and pressed his lower abdomen and chest, "Does it still hurt?"

Before, the child didn't know where the pain was. After pressing it, he didn't know, either didn't answer or nodded.

This time, he giggled and was a little itchy when pressed by Mrs. Song, and said loudly, "It doesn't hurt!"

Mrs. Song's eyes turned red again.

The couple prepared gifts and went to the He's Herbs Hall, just as Gu Qingzhou was there.

She came here on purpose today to review the Song family's children.

"Young madam, thank you very much!" Song Yiheng looked at Gu Qingzhou and felt completely changed.

His understanding of traditional Chinese medicine was completely subverted.

He knows that there are thousands of years of medical skills in Chinese culture, and it is reasonable.

Even though Chinese medicine is under attack, it is a thousand-year-old tradition, and it has its own precipitation and its own essence.

This young lady brought out all the essence of traditional Chinese medicine and made it sparkle.

Song Yiheng, who has studied Western medicine all his life, is convinced.

"You're welcome, it's just saving the dying." Gu Qingzhou smiled, then looked at He Mengde next to him.

He Mengde also laughed.

It was only at this time that Dr. Song remembered that he used to be mean, but He Mengde didn't make any trouble when he consulted, and put the patient first.

Just like him, they have medical skills and medical ethics, and they are also qualified doctors.

The humiliation of them in the past has become an immoral thing.

"Manager He, thank you very much!" Dr. Song stood up straight, and then bowed deeply to He Mengde.

He Mengde was taken aback.

It is normal to be scolded for practicing medicine, and it is normal to be looked down upon by Western medicine.

Suddenly, the arrogant person actually bent over and saluted, He Mengde's eyes were hot and he almost burst into tears.

He feels respected.

This is given to him by Gu Qingzhou, which is brought by medical skills!

"It's okay, don't do this!" He Mengde went to help Dr. Song.