Chapter 219: Seven critical pulses in emergencies (all ordered with additional updates)
Fang Yan took the document bag handed over by Mr. Cheng and felt a familiar feel as soon as he took it.
There should be money inside, and the amount should be around 1,000.
"I applied for part of the funding for that research project to be given to you." Mr. Cheng said to the dialect.
Some things cannot be explained clearly here, but you can understand them in dialects.
They were originally planning to spend a lot of money to develop this set of basic theories from abroad, but Fang Yan directly compiled a set of basic theories and gave them to the institute for free. The previous research funds were saved.
Mr. Cheng applied for part of it and gave it to Fang Yan, which was considered reasonable.
"Thank you, Director Cheng." Fang Yan smiled and thanked Mr. Cheng.
"As long as you don't think you are too young, it will be fine." Mr. Cheng said to him.
"No, no, no." Fang Yan shook his head repeatedly.
It's pretty good to be able to apply for so much money these days. Compared to "the atomic bomb costs ten yuan, the hydrogen bomb costs ten yuan." That's really much higher.
If Fang Yan really wanted to exchange it for money, he had plenty of ways.
When things are given away for free, he is already able to accept the result of getting no profit at all.
However, Mr. Cheng is still very particular. Not only did he get a salary increase, but he also applied for a bonus.
"Okay, I've delivered the things, so I'm going back first." Mr. Cheng is always quick to do things, and he will leave immediately after finishing the work.
"Wait a moment." Fang Yan called Mr. Cheng and said to him:
"Decorate it with sweets and cigarettes and go back."
Mr. Cheng saw the large bag of wedding candies and cigarettes in Fang Yan's hand and smiled at him:
"Haha, then give me more decorations, at least make sure everyone in the research group can eat one."
"Okay, no problem." Fang Yan immediately grabbed a handful of them, and Mr. Cheng's pockets were immediately filled.
Just after Mr. Cheng cheered to Fang Yan, he suddenly heard a voice coming from behind:
"Let me... let me..."
"Doctor Fang, Doctor Fang!"
"Help!"
Mr. Cheng quickly stepped away from the door, and then saw an old man running in in a hurry, shouting for help in dialect with an anxious look on his face.
Fang Yan took a closer look and found that it was Mr. Duan who had been treating rheumatism at his place.
His rheumatism had improved a lot in the past few days. He hadn't been here for several days, and he didn't expect to call for help as soon as he came.
Seeing him like this, Fang Yan thought he was sick and asked quickly:
"Hey, what's wrong with you, Mr. Duan?"
Mr. Duan gasped, waved his hands repeatedly and said:
"I...I'm fine. My comrade is sick...please take a look..."
As he spoke, he pointed outside.
Behind him, his neighbor carried an old man with mottled hair in.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he said:
"Doctor Fang, Doctor Fang, please take a look, he has fainted."
"I think I'm about to die."
Fang Yan took a look and found that the old man's face was blue, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was a lifeless air on his forehead and cheeks, so he quickly asked them to carry him to the acupuncture bed in the back hall.
Jia Dapeng turned on the lights in the back hall and brought Fang Yan a flashlight.
Fang Yan began to examine the patient through the light.
The patient's breathing is weak and rapid, and he can hear the "buzzing" sound of phlegm caused by breathing in his throat.
His lips turned purple. Fang Yan opened his mouth and found that it was filled with white phlegm and saliva.
I can't see the tongue coating clearly at all.
While grabbing the spittoon to clean the stuffing in his mouth, Fang Yan asked Mr. Duan:
"When did he get sick?"
Mr. Duan said nervously:
"I...I don't know."
"Yesterday he came to see me alone. We hadn't seen each other for a long time. We drank and chatted until late at night. Later, he said he was a little hot, so I asked him to take a cold shower."
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"After taking a shower, he said he felt very comfortable, and then we both went to sleep."
"Everything is good before going to bed."
"But as soon as I woke up, I went to wake him up for breakfast, and I saw him like this." Fang Yan nodded.
At this time, he saw Mr. Cheng, who was about to leave, also come in and pointed at the patient's hand.
Fang Yan followed his instructions and found that the patient's hands were swollen, and each nail looked purple-black as if it had been pressed by a heavy object.
It's almost like the zombie claws in a zombie movie.
Fang Yan looked at his feet again, and sure enough, similar symptoms appeared.
"Dapeng, press the patient's leg!"
When Jia Dapeng heard what Fang Yan said, he hurried over and pressed the patient's leg, and then found that the patient's leg seemed to be rotten when he pressed it. There was a white depression that could not be recovered for a long time.
Seeing this scene, Fang Yan's heart sank a little more. He took a flashlight and looked into the patient's mouth. At this time, the phlegm and saliva inside had been dug out, and Fang Yan could see the tongue inside.
The tongue is thick, the tongue coating is gray, and some striped spots can be faintly seen on both sides of the tongue.
At this moment Jia Dapeng suddenly shouted:
"The patient peed!"
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Fang Yan took a look and saw that the patient was incontinent and peed out along his pants.
After putting the patient's head down, Fang Yan came to the patient, touched his arms and then his feet.
Then he muttered:
"My mouth and nose are cold, my hands are colder than my elbows, my feet are colder than my knees, and I have incontinence of urine..."
He remembered that this symptom seemed to be very similar to a classic medical case in his previous life, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
Fang Yan said to the already panicked Mr. Duan:
"Has he been ill before?"
"Yes, bullets penetrated my lungs in the past, and I have been suffering from lung problems for many years, but I have to wait until winter every year to get sick..." Mr. Duan replied.
Halfway through, he immediately reacted:
"Did I make him take a cold shower?"
Seeing him like this, Fang Yan hurriedly advised:
"Don't worry, it's not your problem."
Mr. Duan was already running around anxiously at this time.
Fang Yan simply asked someone to take him out and began to diagnose his pulse.
The result was as he expected. The patient's pulse was weak and it was almost impossible to diagnose.
He took a deep breath, used Tai Chi mental skills to force himself to calm down, and finally felt his pulse.
After a while, after the dialect diagnosis was completed, Mr. Cheng asked him:
"How was it?"
Fang Yan looked around and confirmed that Mr. Duan was not there before he said:
"The pulse is scattered, and there are only two of the seven strange pulses, the bird's pecking pulse and the house leakage pulse."
The seven strange pulses are called in medical books. Among the people, this pulse condition is more appropriately called the "Qijue pulse", which means that people with these pulse conditions are almost ready to die.
When a bird pecks, the pulse is clearer between the muscles. It beats rapidly under the finger and stops suddenly, like a bird pecking for food. It pulses three times in a row and stops once.
House leakage pulse, the pulse only beats once for a long time, and the interval time is uneven, slow and weak, like residual water from house leakage, one drop after a long time. Most of the time, it is the time when the stomach Qi Yingwei is about to die.
The two of them appearing together reminded Fang Yan of a passage in "Suwen".
It is recorded in "Su Wen Ping Ren Qi Lun": "When the spleen pulse is dead, it is as sharp and hard as a bird's beak, like a bird's spacing, like a leak in a house, or like the flow of water, it is said that the spleen is dead."
At this time, Mr. Cheng walked up to the patient, touched the cold sweat on his forehead, and then whispered to the dialect:
"My head is sweating like oil. What are you going to do about this?"
Sweating like oil only appears when a person is about to die. Cheng Lao was reminding Fang Yan that this person was in danger.
If you can save him, save him as soon as possible; if you can't save him, send him to another place as soon as possible.
Fang Yan took a deep breath, came to the patient's feet, and began to diagnose the patient's Taixi, Taichong, and Fuyang meridians.
After a while, Fang Yan opened his eyes and said to Mr. Cheng:
"These three meridians are not extinguished, which means they are not in chaos. There is still hope!"
PS: This chapter is finished and I still owe you 60,000 yuan.
The update is completed today, please come early tomorrow.
Today I saw that Lao Feng was a little sluggish in writing more about daily life, so Lao Feng will start writing about practical treatment of diseases.
Old Feng from the production team went to code.
(End of chapter)