Chapter 197 The Copper Plate that Feeds the Cat (2)

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"Auntie, it's okay, just trust me once." Yang Zimei looked at Auntie firmly.

The aunt can't beat her, and she also has the idea of ​​​​a dead horse being a living horse doctor. After so many doctors over the years, it has no effect. Let this enthusiastic little girl try it.

Moreover, looking at her appearance, it is really a bit different.

The aunt took her into a room next to her, and before she walked in, she smelled a strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine and a musty smell.

Yang Zimei's nose sneezed sensitively.

This house is really too dark, the windows themselves are small, and they are covered with thick black cloth, blocking the fresh air from coming in, making the air in the whole room extremely foul.

"Auntie, why don't you open the window? This will aggravate the patient's condition." Yang Zimei frowned.

"Sister, uncle, he can't blow the wind, and he coughs even harder when he blows the wind." Auntie said helplessly.

Yang Zimei looked at the bed, and saw a scrawny man under the old cotton quilt, his eyes were sunken, his face was hot and flushed, and he didn't have the slightest air, he suddenly coughed violently, coughing all over his body. Shaking, and finally spitting out a mouthful of blood, he slumped on the bed, gasping for breath.

Really serious tuberculosis!

"Aquan—" The aunt walked over in a heartache, and smoothed the uncle's body, "This girl said she can do acupuncture, let her have a look."

The uncle glanced at Yang Zimei, coughed a few times, and waved his hand, "I've seen this disease in vain, don't infect it to other girls."

Hearing that he was seriously ill and worried about whether it would be contagious, Yang Zimei was even more determined to help him.

"Uncle, I'm not afraid of infection, you lie down, I'll take a look at you, and then do acupuncture for you, you will get better." Yang Zimei said softly.

Seeing the concern and determination in her eyes, the uncle didn't say anything more and lay down.

Yang Zimei cut his pulse and found that he was almost ill. If he didn't get treatment, he would only have half a month left.

It is also considered that he has a great life and can meet himself.

Yang Zimei asked him to lie down and lifted the quilt, only to see that he was so thin that it was pitiful, and his abdomen was still highly swollen. In addition to tuberculosis, he also suffered from liver ascites and other diseases.

She took out the silver needle she carried with her, and took Taiyuan, Lieque, Neiguan, Feishu, Zusanli, Sanyinjiao, Fenglong and other acupoints on the uncle's body.

After acupuncture is completed, put the needles away.

"puff--"

The uncle sat up, spit out a mouthful of thick black blood, and his breathing gradually eased, feeling a comfort he had never felt before.

"Aquan, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing her husband vomit black blood, the aunt was frightened.

"Auntie, don't worry, it's just after he spit out the filth in his body. I'll prescribe a few doses of traditional Chinese medicine, and you can treat the uncle every day. Within half a month, he will be fine, but , Usually you must pay attention to let the indoor air circulate, don't seal it like this, and often go out to bask in the sun." Yang Zimei said.

"Is this going to work?" The aunt was a little unconvinced.

The uncle touched his stomach and lungs, and said to the aunt, "I'm really feeling much better. Just now, there seemed to be a heat current all over my body. It's very comfortable, and it's not that hard to breathe now."

After he finished speaking, he got off the bed with his feet, and stood up somewhat vainly.

Seeing that he was able to stand, the aunt burst into tears with joy, and took Yang Zimei's hand gratefully, "Sister, you are really the Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves the suffering. He has seen so many doctors that he doesn't like it. You have the needles all at once, you are really amazing. already."

Seeing them so happy, Yang Zimei, who can save people from pain, is also very happy.