The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort Chapter 34: The Art of Drainage
Chapter 34 The Art of Drainage
Zian couldn't believe what she heard, she stared at King Liang, is he begging for her? How is this possible?
Who is King Liang? According to rumors, he was violent and selfish, arrogant and presumptuous, regardless of the life and death of the people. As long as he was happy, especially for women, most of the concubines in his house went in standing and went out sideways.
Murong Jie saw her astonishment in his eyes, and a sarcastic and indifferent smile floated on his lips.
The queen fell to the couch crying, her cry was desolate and sad, with a strong atmosphere of despair.
Zi An recalled that when she first entered the palace to see her, she sat upright in the main hall, aloof and majestic, making people feel unattainable.
But now she is just a poor mother who is about to lose her son.
There is only one role in the world that is the same, and that is mother.
At the behest of Murong Jie, Mama Yang helped the queen into the palace to rest.
Half of the people from the Taiyuan Hospital evacuated and took turns on duty, but the hospital sentence remained in place.
"Xia Zian, come here!" Murong Jie suddenly shouted.
Zi An raised her head and looked into his dark and quiet eyes, Zian stood up and walked in front of Murong Jie, "Your Highness, what are your orders?"
Murong Jie raised his eyes and said, "Can you give needles now?"
Zi An was startled, "Acupuncture?"
"You said, acupuncture points for bloodletting to relieve his discomfort." Murong Jie said lightly.
Zi An looked overjoyed, "Your Highness?"
"From now on, do whatever treatment you want. You can make the decision. The imperial doctor and even the court judge will fully cooperate with you." When he spoke, his eyes swept coldly across the court judge's face.
The court judge was in a panic and lowered his head to dare not look at him.
Zi'an breathed a sigh of relief. If so, she would have no scruples without so many constraints.
You can't die!
The current Zi'an has completely forgotten the affairs outside the palace and her original intention of entering the palace to treat King Liang. She wants to live a good life, but now she has changed back to the modern professional doctor. All she had to do was do whatever it took to keep her patients alive.
As soon as she turned around, she looked at the court verdict and said, "Sir, I want to give an injection, I hope you can help me."
The court judge looked gloomy and said, "Miss, please instruct me."
Zi An took out the needle pack and said, "There is a foreign body in the lungs. I want to expel the foreign body first so that His Royal Highness Prince Liang can breathe more smoothly."
"Yes!" The court judge raised his eyes, then immediately lowered his eyes, expelling the foreign body? If it was that easy, the lord would not be so dangerous, Xia Zian, your ignorance and arrogance will eventually harm you.
Zi An just came out of medical school, and before joining the secret service team, she worked as MSF for a year. The reason why she became MSF was because she knew that in a place where medicine is backward, human life It's very cheap. Having a baby or getting appendicitis can kill people. Sometimes, a high fever infection can kill people right in front of their eyes.
Right now, she just thinks she's still working as MSF, she doesn't have much medicine on hand, and the only thing she can rely on is her acupuncture and Chinese medicine.
Before the acupuncture, she first came to the prescription, and the prescription was filled with heavy medicines, all of which were mainly anti-inflammatory and antibacterial Chinese medicine. She also changed the habit of drinking Chinese medicine once or twice a day, and increased the amount to drink four times a day. , to cooperate with her acupuncture drainage.
The court judge looked at the prescription and sighed softly, "Does the eldest miss think this prescription is feasible?"
None of these recipes are for epilepsy, or even a medicine for the lungs.
"Yes." Zi An didn't explain much, "Do as I say, immediately."
The court had no choice but to look at Murong Jie. Murong Jie had no expression on his face, "Look at what this king is doing? This king is not a doctor, so go!"
The court sentence had to say: "Yes!"
He handed over the prescription to the boys and told them to go down to get the medicine and torment it up.
Zi An opened Wang Liang's clothes and whispered to King Liang: "My lord, I will help you to your side, and I want to listen to your back."
Liang Wang nodded, didn't speak, his face was blue and purple, he was out of breath.
The imperial doctor and the people who were present saw that Zi An had put his ear on King Liang's naked back. This scene was unbearable. Many people turned their faces and blushed to the base of their ears.
This is shameless. How can there be such a cure?
Listening with the ear is always better than a stethoscope, but even if you listen like this, you can still hear the murmur of the lungs, and Zi'an's expression is a little dignified.
The prince came back at this time. Seeing this situation, he even said to Murong Jie: "Uncle Huang, your fiancée is really different."
Murong Jie didn't want to talk to him at all, so he didn't turn his head, just looked at King Liang with a gloomy face.
The crown prince didn't feel that it was boring, and continued: "I really hope that Xia Zi'an can cure the emperor's brother. I can't wait to see the emperor's uncle marry this good wife and go back."
No one spoke up, so he sat back on the chair, put his hands on the back of the chair, rested his head on his palms, and looked at Zian with contempt.
Zi An sorted out the pericardium and lung meridians and began to apply needles.
The needle packs twelve long needles, all falling to form a row.
Then, she turned back to the court and said, "Sir, is there wormwood in the hospital?"
"Yes, Qi Ai, they are all good."
"Please order someone to fetch it and grind it into powder, the finer the better."
"Grinding into powder? Why do you want to do this?" The court judged that the wormwood is only used to repel insects, and most of it is used for ignition. What is the function of grinding it into powder?
"Acupuncture, acupuncture is only one of the steps, and moxibustion has to be used." Zian explained briefly.
"Moxibustion? This moxibustion is actually not very effective." The court judge had to put forward what he knew, mainly because he didn't want Zi An to make too much trouble.
"Whether it's a big deal, you'll know in a while."
The court judged that she was so stubborn and had to turn around and order someone to take it.
After dropping the needles on the acupoints of the Lung Meridian, Zi'an dropped the needles at Tanzhong again. This time, the needles fell deeply, but the acupoint selection was very random. When **** touched, the needles were inserted steadily.
The needle fell from the mutton, causing King Liang to frown and take a few deep breaths, almost out of breath.
The court hurriedly said: "No, the needle fell wrong."
Zi An ignored him and dropped a row of needles. After the needles were closed, Zian asked the court judge to help King Liang to drop the needles on the back of the neck.
Seeing this, the imperial doctor present couldn't help shaking his head. This Dazhui has to be very careful when dropping the needle. Once there is any mistake, this person will never be able to stand up again.
After doing all this, Zian took out the longest needle, pinched it gently, and took a deep breath.
Murong Jie stood up and wanted to ask her what to do, but remembered what she said before, that she can make any decision, so she said it and swallowed it back, just looking at Zi An nervously.
Zi An raised his head, licked his lips, and explained automatically, "This one is for drainage, to drain the fluid from His Highness's lungs."
Murong Jie nodded, "Yeah!"
Zi An is really nervous, because this is just a needle, not a drainage catheter. To drain the fluid from the lungs through this needle, I need the help of Luo Po Huan.
However, the force must be well controlled, the heavier damage will damage the heart, and the weaker will not be able to drain.