Chapter 10910
“Blacksmith, don’t panic, I’m not sending them away, I’m asking them to go to the warehouse to find out if there are any necessary two-flavored medicine.”
< br>Uncle Fu smiled and explained to Blacksmith Luo, "Your condition this time is indeed more serious than before. You just coughed up blood." You can see it."
"So the previous medicines are not strong enough, so I need to add two more medicines."
"And those two medicines, I I don’t have any at hand anymore, because it’s relatively rare, so I asked Qing’er to go look for it in our Luo family’s warehouse.”
"Ah? Unusual medicine?" Blacksmith Luo's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, but he lifted his head slightly.
What he was afraid of was not that the medicine was rare or common. What he was most afraid of was that the doctor said that there was no need to prescribe medicine and that the medicine and stone were ineffective... That was no different from a direct death sentence.
"Brother Fu, what if we can't find this rare medicine in our warehouse? What should we do?" Wang Cuilian asked cautiously next to her.
Tiejiang Luo also looked at Uncle Fu nervously. This issue also concerned him.
Uncle Fu touched his almost white beard and said to the two of them: "This is a rare medicine. There are no raw medicinal materials in this season. Even if it is in season, if you want to concoct the raw medicinal materials into medicine, it will be difficult." It will take seven, seven and forty-nine days.”
Seventy-seven and forty-nine days?
Tiejiang Luo felt that his heart, liver and lungs had shrunk due to coughing...
"Because of this, I asked Qing'er to look for it. If I can find it, that would be great. "
"If you can't find it, I'm afraid you have to go to the town medical clinic or a larger medical clinic in the county to find medicine..."
"Huh? Is it hard?" Blacksmith Luo was a little stunned.
Next to her, Wang Cuilian's mind was spinning hard, "What, Brother Fu, it's too hard to find the two rare medicines you mentioned. Can't I use other medicines instead?"
Fu Bo shook his head, "The situation is different this time. Those two medicines are the key."
This is very clear. It is the key. Without those two medicines, it will be difficult to cure. Blacksmith Luo's situation It will get serious and worsen, and then it will be even more difficult.
Tiejiang Luo and Wang Cuilian also understood the powerful relationship between them, and they looked at each other in confusion.
Tiejiang Luo said: "This is the end..."
Wang Cuilian felt distressed and angry with him, "I had a slight cough when winter first came. I took some medicine and suppressed it and it went away. So what did we say about you at that time?"
"We called you into winter. Don’t touch spicy food, especially don’t touch alcohol. How about you? You don’t listen to me, and you just take your chances every day.”
“If you had just listened to a few words of advice from our mothers and restrained yourself, it wouldn’t have been so troublesome.”
Blacksmith Luo’s face was full of shame. He wanted to say a few words, but his voice His eyes felt itchy, and he gritted his teeth to fight against the feeling, until tears welled up in his eyes.
Seeing him like this, Wang Cuilian guessed that he must have had another attack. She didn't care to say anything at the moment, so she quickly picked up the tea bowl next to her and wanted him to drink some water to suppress it.
Blacksmith Luo covered his mouth with one hand and waved vigorously towards Wang Cuilian with the other hand. After waving his hand several times, he pointed at something in the corner.
Before Wang Cuilian could react, Uncle Fu reminded her: "Quickly, bring a dustpan for garbage."
Wang Cuilian understood, it turned out that Blacksmith Luo was nauseated and wanted to vomit. So she quickly turned around and went to the corner, took the dustpan that had just been cleared away from the bed safely back to the bedside, and placed it in front of Blacksmith Luo.
Tiejiang Luo took it, lowered his head and retched several times. He only vomited out a few mouthfuls of sour water and nothing else.
I probably vomited all the stuff in my stomach before, but now I have acid reflux, which makes me feel very uncomfortable. Wang Cuilian's eyes were red. She stood next to Blacksmith Luo and helped him along his back. She couldn't help but ask Uncle Fu: "Brother Fu, look at this person in my family. This situation looks scary..."
Uncle Fu was also looking at Blacksmith Luo. When he heard Wang Cuilian's words, he said: "It's normal. He has a chronic bronchial and throat disease. This kind of disease is most intolerable to spicy stimulation and cold."
"It's like this once an attack occurs. It's a bit torturous."
Blacksmith Luo held the dustpan and retched for a while, with tears and nose running down his face, before he finally regained his breath.
He took the handkerchief from Wang Cuilian and wiped his face. He drank a few mouthfuls of hot water to suppress the feeling. Perhaps it was because Uncle Fu had given him a few injections before. I haven't breathed as much for a while, but my throat is still uncomfortable.
Blacksmith Luo knew that this seeming relief was just superficial. If the root cause was not solved, it would recur or even worsen at any time.
Footsteps came in from outside, and Yang Ruoqing and Wangsheng entered the house one after another.
Yang Ruoqing said to Uncle Fu: "Uncle Fu, Brother Wangsheng and I have searched carefully, and the two medicines you mentioned are not found in the Luo family's warehouse."
Uncle Fu frowned and glanced at Blacksmith Luo, who smiled bitterly.
"Qing'er, Uncle Fu told me earlier that if I don't have this, I'm afraid I'll have to go to a big medical clinic to buy medicine." Blacksmith Luo said.
After Yang Ruoqing heard this, she came to the bedside and said to Blacksmith Luo: "Uncle, don't worry. I discussed it with Brother Wangsheng before and came up with an idea."
"What do you think?"
“I I want to take you directly to the Yihechun Medical Center in the town early tomorrow morning to get a good cure for your cough.”
“I don’t object to going to the town medical center. It’s just a quick trip, but what does it mean to get a good cure?” For a moment?" Blacksmith Luo looked puzzled.
Yang Ruoqing glanced at Wangsheng, who nodded.
Yang Ruoqing then continued: "The meaning of good treatment is not to let the doctor take a pulse and prescribe some medicine and then go home, but that we bring our things and live in a nearby medical center for treatment for a few days."
Hospitalization, eating, drinking, and diarrhea are all managed, and doctors will come over three times a day to track the progress of your condition at any time.
The main reason is that after staying in the hospital for a few days, you can fundamentally control your diet and refuse spicy tobacco and alcohol.
Take medicine at home for treatment, and you face too many temptations. The same medicine may have greatly reduced efficacy.
When he heard that he was going to stay in a hospital, which would take at least two or three days, Blacksmith Luo instinctively resisted this arrangement.
He shook his head and waved his hands again. The response was a bit fierce. It’s cold and freezing in a place like this. How can I be comfortable at home?”
I won’t go if I don’t want to go!” I’m here to treat illnesses, not to enjoy happiness. There are doctors there all the time, and the medicines are complete. Why don’t you go?” It’s convenient, just get the medicine.”
“Besides, it’s the twelfth lunar month and people are running home, so I can’t explain it!”
"You old man really thinks too much, what do you mean you can't explain it? We are here to treat a disease!" Wang Cuilian said, dumbfounded.
(End of this chapter)