The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort Chapter 35: It’s getting better
Chapter thirty-fifth of the situation improved
Zi'an's solemnity made the imperial physicians present nervous as well. When she saw her administering needles, they were all done in one go. Although I don't believe that she is really a gentle descendant, her acupuncture skills are better than any of them. Everyone is good.
Murong Jie walked over and put his hand on her shoulder and said, "Just do it. Whatever happens, this king will take care of it."
Zi An's heart tightened slightly, she knew that the Prince Regent could say these words, and he already had great trust and support for her.
If he hadn't been holding on all the time today, he would have been kicked out of the palace or beaten into a violent room long ago.
She took a deep breath again, pinched the long needle, and gently selected the acupoints. In fact, she had the accuracy of the acupoints, and she was very skilled, but, in order to be sure, she chose again.
"There is a slight pain, please hold it back!" Zian leaned down and said softly.
The king of Liang is already full of qi, and he has to take a lot of force to take a breath. His eyes are a little straight. If you look closely, you can see that the pupils are slightly enlarged.
Zi An knows that the oxygen in the air is not enough for him, and without it, his breathing symptoms will not change.
It's better here, otherwise he wouldn't be able to last that long.
Unable to squeeze out the words, King Liang gasped for breath, but he didn't inhale much, and his lung function had been damaged.
He looked at Zi An and gave him an encouraging look.
The long needle fell, Zi'an turned the ring, and circled around the needle, continuously circled, and began to release energy. It was very soft at first, but slowly, the feeling of the electric shock increased, even she felt it herself.
The acupoints began to bulge slowly. Zi'an asked Murong Jie to come to help and squeeze the surroundings of the acupoints. Murong Jie pressed his fingers down, feeling numb in his fingers. He glanced at Zi'an and said nothing.
Zi An took a deep breath and said to Murong Jie, "My lord, I'm about to get the needle. While I'm getting the needle, you squeeze the surroundings with as much strength as you can."
Dao Po Huan has accumulated fluid in the lungs under the needle. As long as the needle is pulled out and squeezed hard, the fluid will splash out.
"Okay!" Murong Jie nodded, "Is the inner strength okay?"
Zi An nodded, "Yes, it's better to use internal force."
"Let's start." Murong Jie said.
The prince stared at the side, as if watching a farce, with a very contemptuous expression.
The imperial doctor was also nearby, and the court judge stood behind Zian, staring intently. He really didn't know what medicine Xia Zian was selling.
Zi An squeezed the needle with **** and said, "Get up!"
The needle was quickly pulled out. Murong Jie followed her instructions and squeezed it with internal force, only to see two bubbles emerging from the small needle mouth.
Zi'an quickly pushed around the needle mouth with the Destroying Soul Ring, gathered, and the bubbles continued to emerge, five or six in a row, and then there was no movement.
"Stop!" Zi An took Murong Jie's hand, and then quickly applied the needle again in the tanzhong, and then applied eight needles from the pericardial meridian.
Slowly, I saw that King Liang's breathing was not so fast, and there were some signs of relaxation.
The needle of the pericardial meridian lasted for a long time, almost a quarter of an hour. Then, Zi An took the needle, and a trace of blood slowly flowed from the corner of King Liang's mouth.
"My God, Your Highness vomited blood." A royal doctor exclaimed.
Zi'an put away the needle, sighed with relief, and said to Murong Jie: "My lord, it has been relieved for a while, but the drainage has not yet been completely drained. It will continue tomorrow and the day after."
"Then he has passed the dangerous period?" Murong Jie asked.
Zi An shook her head, "No, the dangerous period will not be over until the pneumonia is completely controlled."
The court asked in puzzlement: "Miss Xia, this official doesn't quite understand, why did you administer the needle twice before and after the pericardial meridian?"
Zi An smiled and said, "Sir, the first time you seal the acupoints, you seal most of the blood, so when I do the drainage, there will be no blood pouring out. The second time you puncture the acupoints, it is to untie the blood. , after the previous blood is sealed and then unwound, it will flow in at the meeting to increase lung capacity and promote blood circulation to bring oxygen to the body. In this way, oxygen is injected into King Liang's lungs through acupuncture points. The effect is equivalent to oxygen inhalation, and for the next twelve hours, he will feel better."
The court sentence was somewhat unbelievable, "That is to say, Your Highness's condition is much better?"
Zi An said: "The court may come forward to diagnose the pulse."
The court sentence was silent for a while, and I still didn't quite believe it in my heart. Although it seemed that His Royal Highness King Liang's situation seemed to have improved slightly, it was very likely that it was a return to light.
He went up to check the pulse of King Liang, and he really found that King Liang's pulse was much stronger than before, and it was no longer sticky and weak.
He shook his head and exclaimed, "This is amazing."
Zi An was not happy when she heard this, even a little sad. In fact, no matter how modern it is, this kind of disease is really mild, and it can be cured after a few days of treatment, but here, even the imperial doctor is helpless.
How backward is medicine in this era?
In the history she knows, Chinese medicine had a glorious time, and there were many famous doctors. Of course, there are only a few famous doctors. Most of the medical skills are mediocre, lack of communication and inheritance, and many essences are passed down discarded in the process.
Zi An thinks at this moment that if she can live and live well, her medical skills will be taught to the people of this dynasty. I hope they can carry forward traditional Chinese medicine and not rest on their laurels. Do your duty as a doctor.
Immediately, she felt that it was superfluous to think like this. She didn't even know how long she could live, but she thought about the inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine.
Zi An was left in the palace and temporarily lived in the Hall of Longevity.
The queen heard that King Liang's condition was better, and hurried out. King Liang was very conscious, his breathing eased a lot, and he could speak a few words.
The queen's tears were falling, and she looked at Zi'an with a softer look. She knew that Zi'an was going to stay in the palace, so she personally instructed Mammy Yang, "Go to the minister's residence and send a message, just Said that Ben Gong liked Zi'an, and wanted to keep her in the palace temporarily, and pack a few replacement clothes for her, and also bring in the people who serve her. After all, the people in the palace are unfamiliar, lest she is not used to it, but instead affected."
Mother Yang smiled and said, "Yes, the servant will go."
She gave Zi An a knowing look and then left.
Zi An was really relieved, but for the next three days, he still had to fight.
Seeing that King Liang was getting better, the prince also left. Before leaving, he gave Zi An a threatening look.
Zi An was finally able to sit down and rest after feeding King Liang with medicine.
After relaxing, I felt that the wound on my body started to hurt, and I was groggy.
Seeing her pale face, Murong Jie said, "While the situation is stable now, you should go to sleep first and come out later."
The queen knew that she was poisoned, and after hearing what Murong Jie said, she hurriedly said: "Yes, you go to sleep first, and this palace ordered the imperial doctor to make you some snow lotus soup to detoxify."
Zi An said gratefully, "The minister thanked the Queen Mother."
The queen waved, "Go."
Under the guidance of the palace maid, she entered a palace in the Hall of Longevity. The queen arranged for her two palace maids for her to drive.