Chapter 73: Ghostly Axe Divine Craftsmanship

  Yang Dizhou woke up, and Yang Zhi Zhou and the children of the Yang family were overjoyed, rushing into the inner chamber to see the patient, leaving the doctor behind.

  Chen Jiong also wanted to enter the inner chamber.

  He suddenly thought of something, turned back, took the food box that Mingfeng had brought in his hand, and carried it into the inner room.

  Everyone's eyes naturally fell on his lunchbox.

  "Is that medicine too? What kind of medicine?" someone whispered.

  Mr. Tang and others in the hall understood it very clearly.

  This is the medicinal dregs after making Angong Niuhuang Wan. If this falls into the hands of other doctors, after careful research for one or two months, they can quickly produce identical Angong Niuhuang Wan.

  "This child is very cautious!" Mr. Tang felt more and more satisfied as he looked at Chen Jing.

  Chen Jiong's medical skills first shocked Mr. Tang, and Chen Jiong's actions also conformed to Mr. Tang's preferences. So, no matter what Chen Jiong did next, with the initial good impression, Mr. Tang thought he was fine.

  The patient has slowly come around.

  Yang Dazhou's complexion was still poor and he couldn't speak, his spirit was very weak, but it could be seen that his consciousness had cleared up.

  He Dafu and Wu Dafu thought in their hearts: That pill is effective!

  The medicine was temporarily prepared by Chen Jing, it is a secret prescription of the Chen family.

  "What is Angong Niuhuang Wan, anyway?" As a doctor, when they encounter medicines they don't know, they rack their brains to figure out the ingredients, efficacy and usage, turning it over in their minds, with all their thoughts focused on that medicine.

  Mr. Tang was equally curious.

  They each had their own thoughts, and on the other side, Chen Jing re-examined the patient's pulse.

  After feeling the pulse, Chen Jue asked the patient: "Does your head still hurt?"

  The patient's face was contorted in pain, his brows tightly furrowed, which served as an answer.

  Still in severe pain.

  "Is it all right?" Yang Zhiou asked, "Can medicine be used now?"

  "Alright, go decoct the medicine," said Chen Jing. "After taking the medicine, I'll do acupuncture for the patient again. However, I haven't prepared the needles..."

  Chen Jiong didn't have a medical box or silver needles. He glanced at Old Master Tang.

  Several doctors in the house all brought medicine boxes and someone should have brought acupuncture needles. Undoubtedly, Mr. Tang's needle was the best among several people.

  So Chen Jing looked at him.

  Mr. Tang thought: "This kid is quite knowledgeable about antiques, he knows that I have good stuff in front of me." Chen Jiong recognized the goods, and Mr. Tang was also very pleased.

  Chen Jing looked at him, and others in the house also looked at him.

  Tang Lao Ye Zi then did a favor and said: "I have brought the needle. If the young master needs it, wait for Yao Tong to fetch it."

  His medicine chest was carried by his servant boy and was not with him.

  "Thank you so much!" Chen Jiong stood up and gave him a bow, afraid that he would change his mind.

  Tang Lao Ye Zi then had his servants go outside and called in his young apprentice.

  Everyone is busy with their own affairs.

  Yang Dazhou's eldest son went to decoct medicine in person.

  Yang Zhi Zhou glanced around at the crowd in the room and said, "The old master needs to rest, all of you go out, it's enough for the doctor to attend to him here."

  Yang Dizhou's children and grandchildren retreated one after another as they had been told.

  The house is quite spacious inside.

  Several doctors also retreated a bit, not daring to exert themselves to crowd around the bed.

  In the doctor's heart, there were a few words stuck in his throat like a fish bone. He felt that Chen Cang's Bu Yang Huan Wu Tang would move blood. The patient had a headache and had blood stasis in the brain. If it moved blood, the blood would overflow the brain, and he feared that the patient would die on the spot.

  Tang Lao Da Fu and others, I don't know if they didn't notice or were just so bold.

  They didn't say it, but He Dafu wanted to say it.

  He is not seeking credit, but just wants to save a patient's life.

  "Mr. Yang, Mr. Chen, I have something to say." He Daifu stepped forward and bowed his hands, "As for the medicine that Mr. Chen prescribed, shouldn't it be reconsidered? With such a large dose of Astragalus membranaceus, which tonifies Qi and nourishes the middle Jiao, it's likely to cause bleeding. If there is bleeding, I'm afraid the patient may not be able to withstand it."

  Yang Zhi Zhou listened and reacted calmly.

  These doctors have felt that Huang Qi was not suitable from the beginning. Dr. He's words are nothing new.

  Tang Lao Da Fu and Chen Jiong both think it's usable, Yang Zhi Zhou is at ease.

  Previously, all doctors said that Yang Dizhou's illness was incurable, and Dr. He also said so. Now, Chen Jing has given the patient a chance to survive, but Dr. He is repeatedly obstructing it. Therefore, Yang Zhi Zhou does not take Dr. He's words to heart.

  "Doctor, you don't have to worry." Chen Jing replied before Yang Zhi Zhou could speak, "The patient's cerebral hemorrhage is due to qi deficiency and blood stasis, with a focus on virtual evidence. Therefore, Astragalus membranaceus can be used with confidence. What you said is also correct, if it is liver yang hyperactivity, heat and fire transformation of cerebral hemorrhage, it will indeed move blood and should not be used. It won't happen now."

  "Cerebral hemorrhage?" Several doctors heard this word and were slightly stunned.

  Traditional Chinese medicine does not have a syndrome named cerebral hemorrhage yet.

  Several doctors were already quite old and had read all the medical books, but none of them had ever heard of this term. For a moment, everyone was stunned.

  Tang Lao Da Fu asked Chen Jing: "Young official, what is cerebral hemorrhage?"

  Without Western medical instruments, it's hard to explain what a cerebral hemorrhage is, let alone the amount of bleeding. To talk about cerebral hemorrhage, one must necessarily discuss its causes, which would again be a string of Western medical terms.

  These doctors will ask again.

  At that time, it will be even more inexplicable.

  Chen Jie could only say, "This is a phrase from a medical text that I happened to read and remembered. When I saw Old Master Yang's headache, I wanted to show off for a moment, so I recited it according to the original text. It's not worthy of being discussed in a grand hall, and I'm afraid I've made fools of myself in front of all of you seniors."

  He said so sarcastically, just didn't want to talk more, everyone could hear it.

  The doctors wanted to ask more questions.

  "Director said don't worry, everyone can rest assured." Yang Zhi Zhou smiled and interrupted the crowd's conversation, helping Chen Jing out of the awkward situation.

  The medicine will be ready soon.

  Yang Dazhou's eldest son personally brought it over and slowly fed Yang Dazhou spoonful by spoonful.

  As he watched him drink the medicine, the most nervous person in the house was not Yang Dazhou, Yang Zhizhou and Chen Jing, but Tang Lao Daifu and He Daifu.

  Tang Lao Daifu was waiting for the results, looking at the medicine to see if it really worked, his mood was particularly excited.

  He Daifu was afraid that Yang Dazhou would die suddenly. As a doctor, he couldn't bear to see his patients die in front of him due to mistakes. However, he had no power and no one listened to him, so all he could do was wipe the sweat for the patient.

  After drinking the medicine, Chen Xuan began to perform acupuncture on the patient.

  He used the Ping Bu Ping Xie technique. Because it was a left posterior cerebral hemorrhage, Chen Jue first took the left-sided Fengchi, Zulinni, Taoyin, and Yintang points; then he also took the Hegu and Zusanli bilateral points.

  "Stop the needle for a moment." Chen Jing said to the patient's family, "You endure it."

  One ke is half an hour in later generations.

  Yang Dazhou had a headache and was in low spirits, he softly said a word of approval, but didn't respond much anymore. He still furrowed his brow due to the headache, occasionally groaning in agony, suffering terribly.

  "Why don't you all go out first?" Chen Jing said, "Let the patient rest quietly for a while."

  Several people retreated out of there.

  Out of the inner house, Wu Daifu blamed He Daifu: "He brother, you are too straightforward. At that critical moment, why ask more questions? It made Tang Lao unhappy and Chen Guanren also unhappy..."

  Wu Dafu is a clever and resourceful person, exuding intelligence and vigor.

  This is not a shortcoming, but rather that he is well-versed in human relationships. Moreover, as a doctor, his medical skills are also good. Both his character and medical skills are passable.

  On the contrary, He Dafu is a bit too honest and doesn't know how to read people's expressions. Sometimes he speaks out of turn and offends others.

  "In short, just in case..." Dr. He lowered his voice and insisted on his own views.

  What if they kill the patient?

  He Dafu did not understand what Wu Dafu meant.

  Doctor Wu knew the old fellow's temperament and stopped at the right moment. The other party couldn't understand, and saying more would be useless. Doctor Wu didn't say another word.

  Mr. Tang's expression turned grave instead.

  He was lost in thought.

  In the bedroom, Yang Dai Zhou, who had taken the medicine, gradually fell asleep. This time, it wasn't a coma, but sleep.

  In the house were Yang Zongbao, Yang Dazhong's eldest son, and Chen Jing.

  Yang Zhi Zhou softly asked Chen Jing: "How long will it take to recover?"

  "This illness is very delicate, and can't be rushed at all." Chen Jing also lowered his voice, "Using medicine and acupuncture like this, it may take half a month to twenty days for it to get better..."

  He didn't say he was cured, just that he had improved.

  Yang Zhi Zhou let out a deep sigh.

  When one reaches sixty or seventy years old, to contract such a critical illness is like fighting with the King of Hell for one's life. This is naturally something that cannot be rushed. To be able to snatch back one's life is already a feat of the doctor bringing the dead back to life, and one dare not hope for a complete recovery.

  "...after several months of recuperation, he should be able to recover." Chen Jing continued, "This old gentleman did not have an epileptic seizure, just a mild one. In the future, we must be more careful."

  Yang Zhi Zhou and Yang Dai Zhou's eldest son both nodded.

  They waited for a moment.

  A moment later, Yang Dazhou had fallen asleep.

  Chen Jiu took out the needle without alarming the patient.

  Then they quietly retreated.

  The whole yard was quiet.

  It's almost midnight.

  The night is quiet, the moonlight pours in through the window, casting a layer of white frost on the ground. The dense trees in the courtyard are bathed in silver light, their twisted branches swaying gently, their shadows dancing, and with the moon's reflection on the windowsill, they seem to be beckoning people, as if possessed by spirits.

  Midnight in midsummer, the sweltering heat is gradually dissipating.

  Chen Jing still hasn't eaten anything until now. After being busy, he suddenly realized that his stomach was empty and thought about the last meal which was breakfast. As soon as he came to himself, his belly started growling.

  Yang Zhi Zhou heard it and shouted at the little servant outside the door: "Go and order, prepare a midnight snack."

  Several doctors looked relieved. Let's prepare a midnight snack, indicating that the patient is fine. Coincidentally, they were also starving.

  Only He Dafu stood there in a daze!

  It's really nothing!

  So heavy a dose of Astragalus membranaceus, really nothing happened, and there was no bleeding! The diagnosis and medication for that child were not based on luck or guesswork at all; everything was clear in his mind!

  Such medical skills, if they were possessed by Mr. Tang, would undoubtedly be admired.

  But when it fell on Chen Jing's spearhead child, it looked terrifying.

  Such a young child can actually treat stroke!

  How did he learn such extraordinary medical skills?

  He Dafu looked at Chen Jing's eyes with a questioning gaze, shock and even a hint of reverence.

  Chen Jing still held the food box in his hand, and inside the food box was the medicinal residue of Angong Niuhuang Wan that he had prepared. He simply couldn't leave it for a moment.

  "Clever!"

  This child is intelligent and resourceful, opening the eyes of all the masters.

  "It turns out that there is a sky beyond the sky, and it's really true." He Daifu sighed in his heart, "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'm afraid I wouldn't have believed it, and I would have become a frog at the bottom of the well!"