Chapter 492

Dr. Song and Mrs. Gu Qingzhou didn't understand what Gu Qingzhou said.

I only know what gas engine Gu Qingzhou said.

What the hell?

"It doesn't matter. If you drink medicine tonight, the disease can be eradicated." Gu Qingzhou continued.

Dr. Song and Mrs. song were stunned.

Mrs. song blurted out: "is it that simple?"

"Suit the medicine to the case. The medicine is right. A very simple medicine will take effect. As I said, children are not pathological changes, but their Qi mechanism is blocked by cold evil." Gu Qingzhou smiled.

In Mrs. song's memory, every time someone at home gets sick and asks for a doctor, there are a lot of drugs, which can't be cured.

Now the young lady can recover with a single dose of medicine. Isn't she kidding?

"Thank you, madam." Dr. Song answered. Believe it or not, people should be grateful for their action.

Gu Qingzhou nodded.

"You take care of him for a while. I went to write a prescription and asked someone to decoct the medicine." Gu Qingzhou said with a smile, "it's OK to take it back and fry it. I'm afraid your myrrh stove should also be fed. If you can't pick it up, you can use it."

This is considerate, but it has medical ethics.

Dr. Song nodded, "there's less trouble, madam."

Gu Qingzhou got up and went out.

Mrs. song touched her son's hair.

Under the action of Gu Qingzhou's acupuncture, the child seems less painful and sleepy.

"Alas!" Mrs. song whispered, her voice choking, "Anan must not be busy, otherwise..."

"No." Dr. Song comforted his wife.

It's not a day or two since the child said it hurt.

Every time I ask him, he can't say clearly; After checking him, there was no big problem. Dr. Song was also puzzled, so he subconsciously misunderstood that the child was playing.

Until this morning, the child suddenly fell to the ground, his face like gold paper and a cold sweat.

Dr. Song and his wife were blind and went to the hospital with their children.

The pediatrician did all kinds of tests, which was the same as Dr. Song's diagnosis: there was no problem with the child.

"His situation seems to be evil." Pediatricians are also Chinese.

No matter how Chinese learn western science, they can't change the cultural precipitation in their bones.

The doctor's words scared song Yiheng and his wife to death.

Went up to the child and asked him where he hurt, but the child couldn't tell clearly. He only knew that the whole stomach hurt. On the contrary, after repeated examination, there was still no disease.

"Why don't you go to the gastroenterology department?" There's nothing I can do here.

Dr. Song held the child and transferred to the gastroenterology department.

After a series of inspections, the time came to 4 p.m. and the same conclusion was reached.

The doctor can't see what's wrong with the child.

Mrs. song cried at that time: "is it really evil?"

The gastroenterologist looked and said, "once upon a time, someone in our countryside was evil at night. It's really like this!"

Fear drowned song Yiheng and his wife.

No, they have already died a child, God will not take away their second child!

Mrs. song couldn't accept it and fainted on the spot.

The nurses helped Mrs. song up.

Later, Dr. enord went to the gastroenterology department to borrow something and saw song Yiheng.

"Dr. AI!" Song Yiheng went to the doctor in a hurry and told his son's condition to a doctor in the burn department.

Dr. AI has actually been involved in every branch of Western medicine.

After hearing the results of various examinations, he said to song Yiheng, "there is no disease in the organs, and I am helpless. Your traditional Chinese medicine says that the human body has qi and meridians in addition to organs and blood.

These two things cannot be detected by instruments, and Western medicine can't understand them. What you mean by evil may be the problem of Qi or meridians. Why not go to see traditional Chinese medicine? "

Then, Dr. AI talked about Gu Qingzhou.

"... Mrs. Si Shao's medical skills are superb!" Said Dr. AI.

Song Yiheng and Mrs. song, eager to save their son, hurriedly took the child to he's herbal hall.

They still know the world.

If you take the children directly to the military government, I'm afraid the adjutant will beat them out, and Mrs. Shao doesn't know the doctor in charge; However, it's normal to go to he's herbal hall for treatment.

At that time, shopkeeper he can't cure it. Naturally, he will call Mrs. Shao.

Unexpectedly, where is the young lady.

Dr. Song thought his son was lucky.

However, he was not sure that Gu Qingzhou could really cure his son.

Dr. Song and his wife have such considerations: "is it OK?"

But there's no way.

Until the pain faints, the child can't tell exactly how and where it hurts.

"Compared with the God woman in the countryside, traditional Chinese medicine is a little more reliable. Besides, Dr. AI and Wang Qi, who opposes traditional Chinese medicine, trust her. Let's give her some confidence." Song Yiheng told his wife that it was actually for himself.

The couple are still playing drums in their hearts.

This kind of suffering is unbearable.

After an hour, Gu Qingzhou's medicine was ready.

Song Yiheng thought again, "it's really hard to make medicine. Western medicine doesn't need such trouble to increase the patient's pain time."

He dared not say anything, picked up the child and coaxed him to drink medicine.

The medicine was so bitter that the children would not drink it.

Finally, it was the guys in the medicine shop who skillfully pressed the child and poured the medicine down.

Gu Qingzhou said to Dr. Song and his wife, "you can take your children back to recuperate. Anyway, it's so close. If there's any emergency, just come right away."

Dr. Song nodded.

He still felt that the sheets in the traditional Chinese medicine clinic were not hygienic enough and was afraid of adding disease to children's diseases.

So the couple took the child back.

After going back, the child fell asleep.

Song Yiheng and his wife were sleepless, and they muttered beside each other.

"Is it really useful?" Mrs. song asked, "if it doesn't work, we'll send Anan back to England."

"Useful!" Song Yiheng said that he didn't know whether to comfort himself or his wife.

Song Yiheng heard doctor enord calling Gu Qingzhou "teacher". Song Yiheng is afraid that he will never forget this shock in his life.

Since Arnold respected Gu Qingzhou so much, Gu Qingzhou said it would be all right. Song Yiheng decided to hope.

Mrs. song dared not, for fear that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment: "we still have to prepare again. If not, send the children to Hong Kong..."

Then he cried.

Mrs. song thought of her eldest daughter.

Children are so cute that they die in a car accident. Life is so fragile.

The husband and wife have returned to the place where they were tortured.

If another child dies prematurely, where can they hide?

Heaven and earth, where is their home?

"No, don't think about it." Dr. Song comforted his wife, but he also thought of his beloved daughter, and his tears could not be controlled.

The two stayed up all night.

The child slept soundly.

At five o'clock in the morning, the child woke up, rubbed his eyes and muttered, "go to the bathroom."

Dr. Song woke up and asked him, "Anan, is it still painful?"

The child was dazed and asked, "Daddy, what hurts?"

Dr. Song was overjoyed.

I don't know what hurts. Does it mean it doesn't hurt?

Unexpectedly, the child said again, "stomachache!"

Doctor song's heart suddenly fell to the bottom of the valley and thought, "traditional Chinese medicine is really useless."

He took his son to the bathroom.

The child has diarrhea.

After pulling, go back and sleep again.

Dr. Song and Mrs. song saw that the child slept soundly, was very stable in their dreams, and their hearts fell slowly. They fell asleep relying on each other.

When I opened my eyes, the child disappeared.

"Where's Anan?" Mrs. song was shocked.

Hurried out and asked the nurse. The nurse pointed to the big locust tree in the backyard: "there."

It turned out that Anan went climbing trees with his brother again.

Mrs. song was surprised and delighted. She raised her face and asked, "Anan, do you still hurt?"

The child climbed as high as a monkey and said, "it doesn't hurt!"

The voice was loud and sure.

Thinking of his cold sweat yesterday and seeing that he was as lively as a monkey today, Mrs. song covered her lips and sobbed.

This is crying with joy.

"He's all right!" She turned and said to Dr. Song, who came out later, "Anan is well, Mrs. Shao has cured him!"

Dr. Song was also stunned there.

In the early morning, Anan had diarrhea and let out the cold evil. The child who was full of sleep was full of energy.

His lively energy and loud voice are very similar to those in England, not those days after returning home.

Anan is really good!

"No wonder enord called Mrs. young to call the teacher!" Dr. Song sighed, "I'm going to call the teacher, too!"

Mrs. Song said, "prepare heavy gifts and hurry to thank others!"

The couple coaxed Anan down from the tree.

Look at him carefully. He's really healed.

The West Hospital couldn't find out. Mrs. Shao said it was a minor illness, but it was really just a minor illness!

"Let me see." Mrs. song looked at the child and pressed his lower abdomen and chest again. "Does it still hurt?"

In the past, the child didn't know where it hurt. After pressing it, he didn't know. He either didn't answer or nodded randomly.

This time, he giggled and was itched by Mrs. song. He shouted, "it doesn't hurt!"

Mrs. song's eyes are red again.

The couple prepared gifts and went to he's herbal hall. Gu Qingzhou was also there.

She came here today to see the children of the Song family.

"Thank you, madam!" Song Yiheng looked at Gu Qingzhou and felt all changed.

His understanding of traditional Chinese medicine was also completely subverted.

He knows that there are thousands of years of medical skills in Chinese culture, which is reasonable.

Even if it is attacked by traditional Chinese medicine, it is a millennial tradition. It has its own sediment and its essence.

The little lady made the best of the essence of traditional Chinese medicine and made it shine.

Song Yiheng, who has studied western medicine all his life, is convinced.

"You're welcome. It's just saving lives." Gu Qingzhou smiled and looked at he mengde next to him.

He mengde also smiled.

At this time, Dr. Song remembered that he had been very mean, but he mengde didn't make trouble at all when he asked for treatment, and put the patient in the first place.

Like him, they have medical skills and ethics, and they are also qualified doctors.

Once upon a time, their humiliation to them became an immoral thing.

"Shopkeeper he, thank you!" Dr. Song straightened up and bowed to he mengde.

He mengde was stunned.

It's normal to be scolded for practicing medicine and despised by western medicine.

Suddenly, the proud man bent down to salute. He mengde's eyes were hot and almost burst into tears.

He felt respect.

This is from Gu Qingzhou. It's from medical skill!

"No harm, no harm, come on!" He mengde went to help Dr. Song.