Chief Chinese Medicine

Jiang Fei put on his coat and hurriedly followed Wang Tianyu back to the hospital.

It was dark outside and the wind was bitterly cold.

And in Lin Gengming's ward, the atmosphere was deadly still.

After Jiang Fei came in, Liao Chengjie stood up immediately, came to Jiang Fei's side, and introduced the basic situation to Jiang Fei.

"The light reflex of the pupils is weakened, the head and face are sweaty, and the breathing is short of breath. He has already been on oxygen."

"The body temperature is as high as 39.2 degrees, the pulse condition is chaotic, and he is deeply in a coma."

After Liao Chengjie introduced so much, Jiang Fei immediately grasped the key point, and couldn't help frowning: "The emptiness of yang is out?"

The so-called depletion of yang outside the body means that the yang deficiency in the body is too strong, leading to deficiency and danger.

That's the simple explanation.

If it is more profound, it involves the dialectical relationship between yin and yang and liver and kidney. If you are not a Chinese medicine practitioner, you will not understand this.

"How could this be?"

Jiang Fei stepped forward to have a look at Lin Gengming's situation in person, why did he feel like he was back to the situation last night, even worse than yesterday's situation?

In particular, there is a lot of sweat on the head and face, which is a typical manifestation of deficiency of yang.

"I don't know, logically speaking, this will not happen."

Liao Chengjie frowned tightly, he was also a little confused.

He has been in the hospital and has been paying attention to the situation in the internal medicine ward.

Such a situation on this big night is somewhat scary.

But the night is the most prone to deficiency of yang, because the night is yin.

When it is yin itself, there is not enough yang.

Now there is a deficiency of yang, which is even worse.

"Did your father feel uncomfortable before this?"

Jiang Fei turned around, looked at Lin Huirou and asked.

He couldn't figure out how could there be evidence of depletion of yang, and logically speaking, it would never be like this.

"No discomfort, he even drank half a bowl of porridge and rice." Lin Huirou shook his head, his little face still pale.

Recalling the dangerous scene just now, she still felt palpitations.

Jiang Fei frowned, staring carefully at Lin Gengming's situation, and suddenly saw the medicine bowl on the bedside table of the hospital bed.

The medicine bowl is empty, but there are still some medicine residues.

Jiang Fei picked up the medicine bowl and put it to his mouth to smell it, his expression changed: "What's wrong with this medicine? Who did it?"

"What? What medicine?"

Liao Chengjie was taken aback and asked quickly.

Jiang Fei carefully smelled the smell of the medicine bowl. He is too sensitive to the medicinal materials. He can almost smell the sourness, bitterness, spicy smell, etc. by picking up his nose. He can smell the medicinal materials in the medicinal soup. The important medicines are not bad.

This is the ability that he cultivated at home in his previous life, and it is also the ability that his grandfather asked him to practice.

As a Chinese medicine practitioner, if you don’t know the properties of medicinal materials, don’t know the cold, temperature, dryness and acrid properties of medicinal materials, and don’t smell the smell, it is difficult to become an excellent Chinese medicine practitioner.

In the medicine bowl he smelled now, there is no Gutuobaoyuantang prescribed by himself, and a lot of medicine is missing.

This is like the smell of Anemarrhena, as well as Chuan Yujin, Achyranthes bidentata, and even raw gypsum, raw stone cassia and so on.

This is not Gutuo Baoyuan Decoction, it should be Zhengan Yiyin Decoction.

"What's the matter with your father's medicine?"

Jiang Fei turned around and stared at Lin Huirou sharply.

Lin Huirou was taken aback by Jiang Fei's aura, mainly due to her own mental confusion, which made her unbearable for a while.

She quickly realized that she thought of Ma Pingbao, the director of internal medicine, who came to prescribe medicine in the afternoon.

It seems that this medicine was prescribed by Ma Pingbao.

Thinking of this, Lin Huirou realized something again, and couldn't help but look ugly.

"This medicine was prescribed by Ma Pingbao!"

She gritted her teeth viciously and answered Jiang Fei, reminding everyone.

Immediately, Jiang Fei's face became extremely ugly. He put the medicine bowl back on the table and glanced at Liao Chengjie: "It's not the Gutuo Baoyuan Decoction I prescribed, but Ma Pingbao's Zhengan Yiyin Decoction."

Liao Chengjie, who was originally in a daze, immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Lin Gengming's illness belongs to the violent detoxification of internal organs, so it is reasonable to use a decoction that invigorates qi and solidifies detoxification."

"However, if the medicine that invigorates Qi and strengthens the detoxification is replaced by cold and cool medicine, it will lead to aggravation of the disease, and there will be dangers everywhere."

"This Ma Pingbao, isn't this harmful?"

Liao Chengjie's face was also extremely ugly, and he slammed his fist on the wall.

If it was because of this medicine that Lin Gengming passed away regrettably, Jiang County People's Hospital would become famous first, and the streets would be stinky overnight.

The second is the reputation of Chinese medicine, which will be hit hard again.

"Tianyu, call the dean and ask the dean and the leaders of the academy to come over."

"This matter cannot be concealed."

"Prescribing the wrong medicine and identifying the wrong certificate must be severely punished."

Jiang Fei looked at his eldest disciple Wang Tianyu, and must report to the higher-ups at this time.

It's not that he wants to hurt Ma Pingbao, he must drive Ma Pingbao out of Jiang County People's Hospital now.

If this continues, this kind of thing will happen again in the future.

How much face do you Ma Pingbao have if you use the patient's illness to accompany you Ma Pingbao?

How big is your face?How dare you occupy the latrine and not shit?

Wang Tianyu nodded, walked out with an extremely solemn expression, and went to call the dean's house.

Zhao Chengye had just returned home not long ago, had just finished dinner, and was playing with his one-year-old grandson with his arms around him.

Suddenly, I received a call from Wang Tianyu in the hospital.

"What? Medical malpractice?"

Zhao Chengye stood up abruptly, and almost brought his eldest grandson to the ground, but fortunately, the son next to him was quick-eyed and hugged him.

But even so, the eldest grandson was startled and began to cry.

While Zhao Chengye felt sorry for his eldest grandson, he was also upset that something happened in the hospital.

"Wait for me, I'll be there right away."

"I really don't know what to say!"

Zhao Chengye shook his head. Annoyed, he immediately put on a thick cotton coat, opened the door and walked out of the house.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Jiang County People's Hospital meeting room.

Zhao Chengye was smoking a cigarette, sitting in the main seat, staring coldly at the people across from him.

"Who can explain this to me?"

He first glanced at several people in the Chinese medicine emergency team, including Jiang Fei and Liao Chengjie.

He also looked at Ma Pingbao from the Department of Ophthalmology, his two apprentices and two attendants.

The men who looked like leaders sitting next to him were all senior officials of Jiang County People's Hospital.

Such a posture somewhat resembles a joint trial in three courts.

"Let Liao Chengjie report this matter to you."

Jiang Fei leaned on the table with his hands in his pockets.

He didn't mean to speak, because he was still angry.

If he spoke, he might not be able to resist beating Ma Pingbao.

"Is such that…"

Liao Chengjie nodded and told the details.

Including Ma Pingbao prescribing the medicine again after their TCM emergency team finished prescribing the medicine.

As a result, Lin Gengming became seriously ill after taking his medicine.

"You fart!"

Ma Pingbao had doubts all the way to the hospital, what exactly did the director call him for?

But now hearing what Liao Chengjie reported, his nose was almost crooked.

"Why push it on me? Ah, the medicine I prescribed, it's broken after taking it?"

"You show the evidence, where does it show that the medicine I prescribed was taken by the wrong person?"

"Chinese medicine is like this, who can guarantee that it is [-]% effective?"

Ma Pingbao stared at Liao Chengjie angrily with his face flushed, and finally turned to Jiang Fei and yelled: "Is it your fault for the surname Jiang?"

Jiang Fei glanced at him coldly, and said in a deep voice, "Lin Gengming's pulse is hollow, have you felt it?"

"You're just slandering me, you..." Ma Pingbao's face froze, and he continued to speak with some lack of confidence, trying to change the subject.

How could Jiang Fei let him change the subject, slapped the table, and roared at Ma Pingbao: "I'll ask you, have you found the hollow pulse?"

"Do you have?"

Jiang Fei roared and stared at Ma Pingbao.

Ma Pingbao's old face was flushed, turning blue and white, but he couldn't speak a word.

He didn't diagnose it, otherwise...

"You dare to prescribe the medicine Zhengan Yiyin Decoction just because of your high fever and strong pulse? Who told you to do this?"

"The patient is already hollow, how dare you use such a decoction? Who do you want to kill?"

"How long do you want to argue?"

"If the pulse condition is strong and stringy, and there is a high fever, it seems to be evidence, but after careful investigation, if there is a hollow, why?"

"This is the deficiency syndrome of deficiency of yang."

"This is the key!"

"Because it is deficient, use the method of replenishing vitality to solidify it, so as to make it heal and recover."

"There is no shortage of Chinese medicine in our hospital. If you, Ma Pingbao, don't believe me, you can just ask. Who dares to prescribe medicine like you?"

"You are so careless, what is the difference between you and a quack doctor?"

Zhao Chengye saw that Jiang Fei didn't dare to refute a word of Ma Pingbao's criticism, so he knew right away that Jiang Fei was right.

This Ma Pingbao really made a big mistake.

During the day, I had already warned him once.

As a result, instead of knowing the lesson, he intensified it.

Since this is the case, then he can't blame himself for not giving the deceased old Fan face.

I once gave old Fan enough face, so I let Ma Pingbao make no progress in internal medicine for so many years.

"Ma Pingbao, from now on, you should go home and rest for a while."

"Internal medicine, temporarily hand it over to Jiang Fei."

With a cold face, Zhao Chengye made a final decision.