Chapter Eighty-Four

  PS: Here comes the second update, seeking pink powder

  Fang Mo Nan brought over paper and pen, scribbled something down, and handed it to the two of them. After reading it, Andrei smiled - firstly because his old friend wasn't suffering from a terminal illness, and secondly because the little girl couldn't bring herself to say it out loud in front of the two big men.

  Thomas stared at the diagnosis with wide, disbelieving eyes, more detailed than what the doctors in the hospital had diagnosed. "Andres, she...she..." He stuttered over his words.

  "It's a blessing that Thomas can get her to treat you," Andres whispered in his ear, "You know, Mary's illness is the one she cured."

  "Ah!" Thomas's mouth was agape for half a day. Andres pushed him, and he came to his senses, immediately asking: "Can you cure my illness?"

  Fang Mo Nan rubbed his chin, "It can be cured, but you have to drink a decoction of traditional Chinese medicine."

  "Chinese medicine... what's that stuff." Thomas' face was full of question marks.

  "It's hard to say specifically, I'll just boil some for you now." Fang Mo Nan grabbed the necessary medicine from the medicine box and went to the kitchen to decoct it in a sand pot.

  Andres helped Thomas back to the living room, Jerry asked: "How come it took so long, was Thomas sick?" Then he pulled over his hand and put it on his wrist. "Why didn't you come for treatment earlier, dragging out your illness for so long, serves you right."

  Thomas was very curious about his and Fang's identical posture. "Jerry", he gestured, "what is this called."

  "Jerry said: "This is a traditional Chinese medicine pulse-taking, through which can be detailed understanding of your condition."

  Others were concerned about what Thomas had got, Andres said: "This is personal privacy, don't say it."

  Jerry snorted in disdain, but with ladies and children present, it wasn't good to say, actually it was just chronic prostatitis. "A minor illness, easy to cure."

  They continued their unfinished concert performance. "Next it was Xiao Bei's turn to perform."

  Jerry took the prescription from Andres' hand and grasped Thomas' wrist, carefully pondering the silent southern medicine. Not giving up any opportunity to learn.

  This period of time Fang Mo Nan was decocting medicine in the kitchen, fortunately the kitchen door was closed, otherwise the smell of Chinese medicine would have driven people away. Fortunately, during this time period, all the residents in the building had gone to work, otherwise they would have received complaints. After finishing the decoction, Fang Mo Nan handed it over, and Thomas looked at the small bowl of black medicine in front of him, smelling the nauseating smell. His hands trembled as he took the bowl, with a bitter face, "This...this...won't kill me, right?"

  "Alright, alright. Look at you, drink up! I guarantee it'll work." He shrugged and said, "If you want to keep suffering, then don't drink it. We're not the ones who are suffering anyway."

  "It's okay! Drink up!" Mary said, "Nanjing medicine is really effective."

  Thomas looked at the encouraging eyes of the crowd. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and gulped it down, quickly covering his mouth with his hand, afraid that he couldn't hold it in and would spit it out. He really didn't want to taste that bitter flavor again, every time he went to the bathroom was like a nightmare.

  Fang Mo Nan watched him swallow it down, then handed him a sour plum. "To get rid of the bitter taste in your mouth," he said, "from now on, you should choose foods that are cool and clear in nature. Avoid or eat less fried, spicy, hot, and oily foods. Coffee, cocoa, strong liquor, and cigarettes are all forbidden. Remember this! I suppose you don't want to experience that taste again?" He also gave him a medicinal diet prescription: Party Ginseng Lycium barbarum porridge, which could be bought at the Chinese medicine shop on Chinatown Street.

  Thomas nodded and raised his hand in guarantee.

  That night, soon after returning home, Thomas called. On the phone, he excitedly said that his urination was smooth. This is too magical. After taking two doses of medicine, Thomas's illness that had troubled him for many years was completely cured. He didn't know what to say, it was simply too wonderful.

  In the second year abroad, although there was no warmth and reunion at home, with Andres joining in, it was also a lively and noisy celebration, which diluted their homesickness.

  The next day Fang Meinan went to the hospital, Jerry gave her a big red envelope. She opened it and took a look, $100. She looked at Jerry 'what does this mean'.

  "Haha...... red envelope money!" Jerry looked at her silly appearance and laughed, "Isn't this a tradition in your country? I'm also considered one of your elders. Let's just say it's a blessing from your family!"

  "Oh! Thank you." A rare excitement flashed across Fang Mo Nan's calm face.

  Jerry continued: "I didn't know the first time, but this time I specifically went to Chinatown to ask." He paused and said again: "Keep working hard!" He made a pumping motion with his hand.

  At the same time, Mo Bei also received the red envelope from Andres and Mary.

  Fang Mo Nan and his days returned to normal, continuing their clinical practice in the hospital. However, Fang Mo Nan never prescribed medicine or treated patients. Thomas was just an accident, even when treating illnesses, it was all under Jerry's name. Jerry's traditional Chinese medicine skills were also improving, just in time for a good opportunity.

  The shrill ring of the phone pierced the air, Jerry grumbled under his breath, "Damn it, a call at this time." Fang Mengnan was in the middle of teaching him acupuncture, with several needles still stuck in his hand, and he was about to ask some detailed questions when the phone rang. He wasn't pleased, so his tone wasn't particularly friendly: "You'd better have something very important."

  "Jerry, there's been a massive multi-vehicle pileup on the highway. Get ready to receive patients, around twenty or more, all seriously injured. They'll be arriving in about five minutes." The person on the phone spoke rapidly.

  "Alright!" Jerry's face turned serious as he hung up the phone, Fang Mo Nan vaguely heard some faint voices from the phone and knew something had happened, so he quickly pulled out several silver needles from Jerry's hand.

  "Nan Nan, there's been a car accident. Let's go to the emergency room." Jerry opened the door and pulled Fang Mo Nan along, grabbing her medical bag as they rushed out like they were in an outpatient clinic. The corridor was filled with doctors who had received the notification, and the hospital's broadcast system was announcing the incident, urging doctors to hurry to the floor below.

  As soon as they arrived downstairs, Fang Mo Nan saw the emergency room entrance. At this time, all the doctors and nurses who could move in the hospital had arrived, fully equipped and waiting for orders. The hospital director was making a mobilization speech, requiring everyone to do their best to rescue and treat, and not give up as long as there was a glimmer of hope. Due to the urgency of the situation, the director only spoke a few words. Immediately afterwards, the sound of an ambulance siren could be heard, followed by police clearing the way, and then seeing the police open up a special emergency channel for saving lives, with dedicated roads and elevators, carefully and orderly transferring the patients onto the ambulance.

  The injured were quickly sent up. Some came from the elevator, and some were carried by police directly from the stairs. The people on the stretchers were all bloody, disfigured, and critically ill, with blood bags hanging when they arrived.

  Jerry's face was solemn and calm, having seen many such accident scenes before, but he felt a little regretful. "Take care of yourself, I'll go participate in the rescue," he said to Fang Mo Nan: "Let Aisha follow you, if there's anything needed, just order her to do it."

  "Alicia. Do as she says." Jerry instructed the girl standing beside him, then handed the medicine box to Fang Mornan and disappeared before her eyes.

  "Hurry! Hurry!"

  Under the dean's command, stretcher beds were pushed in one after another.

  Elsa was clearly experiencing this scene for the first time. Following closely behind Fang Mornan with some tension, frowning and looking at so many wounded people, she was a bit at a loss.

  Fang Mo Nan no longer cared about anything and stopped secretly watching the patient's life slip away. She took out a needle bag from the medical box. She was treating a wounded person with a ruptured major artery and unstoppable bleeding, and saw her take out four silver needles in one hand, quickly stabbing them into the surrounding area of the wound, the bleeding immediately slowed down, and then slowly stopped.

  "Suture!" Fang Mo Nan shouted to the people around him, picked up the needle bag and walked towards the door.

  Aisha saw it clearly. She couldn't help but think wildly, and her eyes were straightened. The acupuncture stopped bleeding so quickly, which was beyond her expectation. After Nixon's visit to China, acupuncture began to enter the lives of Americans, and in the United States, more than half of Americans have received acupuncture treatment. She had also witnessed the magical acupuncture anesthesia technique. A few needles down, the patient's local body had no pain sensation at all. It was breathtaking, but compared to Fang Mo Nan's previous move, it was insignificant.

  The doctor who was participating in the emergency rescue stood there stupidly, Elsa pushed him, "Hurry up and suture!" The doctor came back to his senses and started suturing the blood vessels and wounds. Elsa went over to take a look and confirmed that the bleeding had really stopped before she looked up to see Fang Mo Nan standing beside another stretcher.

  Fang Mornan took out two silver needles from her needle bag and went forward to examine the wound.

  Aisha didn't dare to disturb him, and just watched from the side. What she found most incredible was that Fang Mo Nan was almost like a human body scanner. With just one glance with his naked eye, he immediately knew which patient needed emergency treatment the most, who had external injuries, and who had internal organ damage. While he was busy rescuing patients, he could also direct the young doctors standing beside him, who didn't have much experience, to perform proper initial treatments.

  Aisha had heard of Fang Mo Nan's miracle, but only after seeing it with her own eyes did she know that the doctor in the hospital was not exaggerating at all, this is simply too miraculous.

  Elsa followed closely behind her, among the several wounded outside, the most serious was a person with severe head trauma, who now had dilated pupils, 40 heartbeats per minute, slowed breathing, and some convulsions. Elsa, after all, studied medicine, although she hadn't obtained her medical license yet, but basically understood medical things, so she knew this wounded person was beyond saving. Head trauma is a type of injury with a high mortality rate, second only to gunshot wounds. The symptoms exhibited by the wounded person in front of her indicated that his head trauma had caused severe intracranial hemorrhage, leading to increased intracranial pressure. If rescued promptly, the survival probability was roughly around 30%.

  At this moment, the emergency room inside was filled with severely injured people. Without the support of large equipment, it's likely that this victim will not survive.

  Aisha let out a deep sigh and silently mourned for the injured person.

  Aisha only saw Fang Mo Nan take out three silver needles with a flip of his hand, and quickly stabbed them into the injured person's scalp and neck. He then quickly took out several more needles and continued to perform acupuncture, adding several more needles. After finishing the needles, Fang Mo Nan again pulled out a golden needle as thin as a strand of hair from his hand, and inserted it into the injured person's nostril.

  The golden needle was inserted inch by inch, and the four-inch-long golden needle left only two inches outside in the blink of an eye. Elisa was extremely shocked. The distance that the golden needle had been inserted was so long, wasn't it saying that the golden needle had already passed through the patient's brain?

  In her astonishment, Eresa saw a thread of black blood flowing down the golden needle, dripping onto the ground.

  Ailisha stood in front of the patient's bed who had suffered a brain injury earlier, carefully observing him. His condition has now clearly changed for the better. As the black blood dripped down drop by drop, the symptoms of convulsions began to slowly disappear, and his heartbeat and breathing rate also returned to normal, indicating that the intracranial pressure in his brain had decreased. Increased intracranial pressure is a life-threatening symptom, if it's not quickly reduced, the strong pressure will compress the brain tissue downward, causing damage to the brain tissue and shock.

  When Elisa came to, Fang Mo Nan was already treating another injured person. He pulled up the injured person's sleeve and found that both of his arms were dislocated at the elbow joint. However, the doctor on site did not dare to move rashly, fearing that the injured person would be hurt again.