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Boss Wen knew that he was on good terms with the British doctor. He did not say anything as he smiled and said, "Please! Please! Brother, please save my relatives. " The old man said, "You're welcome. You're welcome. If your mother is in trouble, I should try my best. " Boss Wen was so happy that he ordered the waiters to go with him. Mr. Li hurried out of the house and went with the waiter to the English hospital in the eastern suburbs.

The old man left quickly and came back in a hurry. Soon, he invited the English doctor, Barak, to come with him. Bala was tall and thin, with fair skin and a box of things in his hand. He entered the room feeling pleased with himself and did not bother to be polite to anyone. He put the things down and put on his mask so that he could see only his eyelids. Yet, he didn't have any Invigorated Meridian. It was truly strange for him to be able to take a closer look.

He took out an item first. The two ends were iron, and the middle part was rubber. Yuan Ming and the waiter didn't recognize that thing. Barak put the thing in his ear once more and put it in Yuan Ming's arms; then, holding his breath, he listened.

The clerk whispered to the boss, "This Englishman must love to listen to plays. "Look at him using that thing. Let's see what Yuan Ming will do next."

The boss said, "That's not a headset, it's a stethoscope. He listened to Yuan Ming's heartbeat. When he finished listening to the movements in his heart, he knew that his illness was of the highest priority. Doctor Yang does not know how to cut a vein, and they all use this kind of thing to treat patients. "

The assistant said, "That's strange. How can we run over there when there's movement?"

The board said: "The British imitated the ears of cattle, invented this kind of thing. "It's incredibly simple."

The worker said doubtfully, "What's so special about an ox's ears? "How can you invent such a thing?"

The boss laughed, "Niu has no ear holes. How can you hear something?" The British are based on this principle. You will come to the country to see the ears of the oxen, and you will understand. "

When Bara Li finished listening, he lifted up Yuan Ming's leg and pressed down on Yuan Ming's knee, asking him if it was painful. Yuan Ming could not understand. Seeing that Yuan Ming did not say anything, he pinched the skin on Yuan Ming's leg. He saw Yuan Ming frown and knew that Yuan Ming was in pain.

Barak finished the examination. He put away the stethoscope and shook his head repeatedly. "What, what, what!" He spoke a lot of foreign languages. Yuan Ming did not understand and anxiously asked Mr. Li, "Mr. Li, Dr. Yang, what do you think about my illness?"

Mr. Li said, "Mr. Balali said, 'This disease of yours is called osteomyelitis. Severe illness, acute illness. Without prompt treatment, the prognosis is not good. It was too late, his bones were festering, and his life was in danger. Only British hospitals can cure the disease now. China and other countries are lagging behind in their medical skills and are definitely unable to treat this disease. I want you to go to the English Hospital in the East suburbs and get hospitalized. "

When Yuan Ming heard this, he felt fear in his heart and quickly said, "Thank you, Mr. Balali! "Then I'll hurry to the English hospital."

Mr. Lee turned back to Barak and spoke in foreign language. Bala Li said a few more words before shaking his head and sighing. He seemed to be quarrelling with Mr. Li.

Mr. Li was bewildered, as if he had no responsibility for Bala. Boss Wen was also worried, not knowing what they were talking about.

It turned out that Mr. Li was worried about the cost of entering the hospital, the cost of living, nursing, and medicine. He was worried that Yuan Ming would not be able to afford it. He wanted Balali to bring out some good medicine and treat him on the spot.

Mr. Li then asked him, "Sir, what good methods do you have to treat this disease? Can you heal the patient as soon as possible? "

Barak said, "The treatment is simple. Saw it off his hip before the inflammation of his leg spreads. In this way, he would need a month to recover completely. You have to go to the hospital for this kind of surgery. British hospitals are cheap, and five thousand dollars is enough. "

Mr. Li was greatly disappointed and argued with him, "I heard that you guys are well-developed in western medicine, have advanced technology, and have quick-acting anti-inflammatory drugs, so I came to find you. If you want to sever a leg, what kind of skill is that? You should use medicine first. If you can't, you can't cut your leg. Saw the leg from the beginning, this is very inappropriate. You should reformulate the treatment plan. Wouldn't it be easy to amputate? The Chinese knew it in ancient times. "

"The anti-inflammatory drugs of western medicine are all for external use. They can be used to treat external injuries, but there is no medicine to treat internal injuries, and there is no injection. If he couldn't cure her, he would have to sever her leg. You Chinese only know how to be superstitious about western medicine. "Western medicine has some special effects and can be used as an anesthetic or an analgesic. It is not suitable for treating this disease." When Mr. Li heard this, he was stunned and no longer had any ideas in his mind.

Yuan Ming saw the two of them arguing and knew that things were not going well. He anxiously asked, "Mr. Li, what did Dr. Yang say? Shall I go? " Mr. Li lowered his head in silence.

Boss Wen also said, "Brother Li, quickly tell me what exactly happened. You don't have to make things difficult for yourself either. " Mr. Li said, "He said that he would let the patient into the hospital and saw off the leg. He said that he would stay there for a month and that it would cost him 5,000 yuan."

Before Yuan Ming could finish listening, he cried out, "Mr. Li, please save me. I will not sever my leg even if I die! I'm not going to the hospital. "BararLi is definitely not a good person. He wants to use me to learn the art of sawing the leg. Hurry up and let him out!" Everyone was silent.

Ba La Li seemed to understand but not really understand and knew that Yuan Ming was not satisfied. He shook his head and sighed, saying in Chinese, "Young man, don't lose your temper. I meant well to save you. Your Chinese medical technology is so backward that you can't sever your legs. It takes a lot of skill to sever a leg, not a pig. "You pack up and go to the hospital; if you're late, you'll have to saw that leg too." With that, he collected his medical fees, took his case, and walked out.

Just as he was about to go out, he said, "Send it there as soon as possible. Too late, both legs would have to be sawed. and he's completely disabled. " Boss Wen and Mr. Li accompanied him to the street and exchanged a few polite words with him. Bala left the car.

Angry, both of them went back into the house. Mr. Li said, "I didn't expect him to have such an idea. I have no idea." Then he lowered his head in silence.

Yuan Ming had been crying ever since he heard about the Saw Skates. He suddenly stopped crying and held Mr. Li's hand as he pleaded, "Sir, please save me. You are my reincarnated parents, my reborn parents. Help me keep this leg. I beg you! I, the monk, will never forget my kindness. I believe you. In the future, even if you can't cure it, or if I die, I won't blame you in the slightest. Please treat me. "

Mr. Li did not dare to agree. Yuan Ming kowtowed again and begged.

Mr. Li supported Yuan Ming and said, "Young man, calm down. It's not that this old man doesn't want to save you, but that I simply don't have the ability to. I'm afraid I'm going to miss you. Although the British doctors said so, there were Russian hospitals, German hospitals, and Japanese hospitals. You should see them again. They don't all have to be in favor of sawing the leg. "

Yuan Ming replied angrily, "The Westerners don't have anything good. I definitely won't use them to treat them. Japanese hospitals were even more out of the question. Now medical technology, Britain is the most developed. They're going to cut my leg. The Germans, the Russians, the French, the Japanese.

Boss Wen's words made sense when he heard Yuan Ming asking for pity. He said angrily, "Brother Li, I promise you that I will go all the way to the end. You treat him. In the future, I won't blame you for taking care of everything. In the future, even if Yuan Ming was crippled, it would still be cheaper than sawing his leg. At least two legs. Besides, if he wanted five thousand dollars, not only would Yuan Ming not be able to afford it, but he would also have nowhere to put it after I sold the store. And what about the Englishman's hand? I don't believe it! Our Chinese medicine has a history of several thousand years, so how can we compare to his western medicine, which is only a few hundred years old? Can we really not cure this disease? "

Mr. Li said, "He is suffering from an emergency. We only have some Chinese medicine. "Our Chinese medicine is very slow, but it is used to treat this disease. It is just like riding an ox to catch a train. We can't catch up."

Boss Wen said angrily, "Brother Li, you and I are both Chinese doctors. To look down on Chinese medicine and to look down on Chinese medicine is to look down on ourselves. Consider carefully, which famous doctor in the ancient times has such a prescription, and how it describes the illness in detail. We believe it will work wonders if we change the flavor because of the disease. Because of the illness prescription, the flavoring agent is also in accordance with the development of traditional Chinese medicine. I can tell that our Chinese medicine, to cure this disease, will not be ineffective. "

Mr. Li knew medicine well, had been cautious for half his life, had never lost his craftsmanship, had never lost his reputation. He was the best at shifting weight, so he retreated when he knew the difficulties. He had nothing to say, so he mustered up his courage and said: "Okay! This old man will do his best. "Allow me to study the formula in detail." He was determined to take a risk and create a miracle.

He thought about it and said, "If we talk about treating this kind of disease, we have a famous doctor in ancient China, and the discussion about the disease is very detailed. I just never used those prescriptions. The famous doctor of the Yuan Dynasty, Zhu Daxi, was one such example. When it came to drugs, he was always curious. Qian Zhengyi was his martial brother. The two of them discussed these illnesses in great detail. They also left a variety of examples. Back then, the two of them were famous for treating this kind of illness. He remembered that Dan Xi had his' mental cultivation method 'and Yan Xiu's' secret technique ', and they were both exquisite manuals. Yan Xiu's secret secret recipe was 13. It was specially used to cure this disease, from top to bottom. This example coincides with the condition of Yuan Ming. I'll add or subtract it from my illness and change the flavor. It will definitely have a miraculous effect. "

Mr. Li had a treatment plan, so he was very happy. He immediately took notes and put them on the paper to analyze the taste of the Chinese medicine. That was true: now to write, now to think, Yan Xiu detailed details. This was not a medicinal pill, but it was better than a medicinal pill. Inflammatory and analgesic, the medicinal power is fierce; to dispel disease and remove evil, it is really appropriate.

The more Mr. Li thought about it, the more he felt that the taste was reasonable. He deeply admired the ancient people for their drug proficiency. As a result, he couldn't bear to switch the medicine, so he decided to use the original prescription to increase the dosage.

After deciding on the prescription, he felt satisfied. He raised his head and called out to the shop assistant, "Come with me to get the medicine. When we return, I will teach you how to make the medicine." Three doses, however, must have some miraculous effects. " With that, he showed the recipe to Boss Wen.

When Boss Wen had finished reading, he once again discussed the formula highly and went through the details according to their taste. He thought it was Mister Li's prescription and praised: "Your esteemed brother deserves the title of Godly Doctor. The taste of the medicine was exquisite. I can predict a few doses, however, and Yuan Ming's illness will be cured. However, after seven days, the symptoms would completely disappear. In less than half a month, you will be completely cured. "

"Take good care of Mr. Li, Yu Lu." The assistant agreed, "Don't worry," and followed Mr. Li out the door. Boss Wen escorted the guests back to his room and waited with Yuan Ming peacefully.