Chapter 24 Song Bo's tuberculosis

"Mother, who is Tang Sanzang? What are the eighty-one difficulties?" The little meat bun raised his two little paws, one hand stretched out a little finger, and the other hand made a number within eight or ten. Mother taught him.

  "Tang Sanzang, he is a very legendary figure. As for the eighty-one difficulties, it is a rather long and tricky story. When mother has time, she will slowly tell you in detail." Gu Changsheng raised his hand and touched his son's little head, quite complaining.

  Come on! Her experience is too much like Tang Sanzang.

  People use a sentence to describe the monsters in Journey to the West: "Those with backgrounds are taken away, and those without backgrounds are beaten to death by monkeys."

  From the time she came here, the trouble with a background she met was indeed gone, and the one without a background was killed by her fiercely.

  What a similar shabby plot.

  Gu Changsheng clenched his fists. Mother didn't want to see the Buddha at all!

  Liuzhou is her permanent residence in the future. She must live well here and strive for a well-off life.

  The shop looked desolate and dilapidated from the outside, but the two courtyards behind the shop were also quite spacious. The courtyards were large, with six rooms in each of the front and back courtyards. There was also a small door in the backyard, which was connected to the alley in the back street.

  Gu Changsheng sighed as he looked at the spotlessly clean courtyard.

  Song Bo was not a good doctor. He had followed the old man for decades but had not achieved anything. After the old man passed away, she married far away in the capital, and the Gu's clinic quickly declined. The doctors who were invited to sit in the clinic came and went, and the clinic gradually lost its former glory.

  Fortunately, Song Bo was a good abacus, and he often went out to help people with accounting in order to make a living. He worked hard in the clinic for five years.

  Gu Changsheng was very satisfied with the courtyard. With so many people in their group, they always had a place to stay.

  Old Song was a die-hard person. When he saw Gu Changsheng calling him Song Bo, he would never agree.

  Gu Changsheng didn't care about him. He insisted on the distinction between master and servant, while she insisted on equality for all.

  "Xiao Cui, how much silver do we have left?" Gu Changsheng packed up a little and chose a room in the backyard to live in. At this moment, she was lying on the table, looking at Xiao Cui with a gloomy face.

  Xiao Cui turned around and answered while making the bed: "One tael." It

  was straightforward and without any hesitation.

  "Are you sure..."

  "My lady, there is no need to ask again. I am sure there is only one tael left. I definitely did not count wrong." Xiao Cui put down the pillow in her hand and interrupted Gu Changsheng's unfinished question.

  Gu Changsheng was hurt internally and looked at Xiao Cui with resentment. Do we have to block people so thoroughly? At least leave them a way out.

  "Bang, bang, bang..."

  With the knock on the door, Song Bo's voice came, "Madam, it's the old slave."

  Gu Changsheng called Xiao Cui and motioned her to open the door, then continued to lie on the table and complain...

  "Madam, this is the little money I have saved in the past few years. Some time ago, I heard from the people in the Hu's Clinic that my wife was divorced. I originally planned to pack up and go to Beijing to find my wife if there was no news. Now it seems that it is not necessary." Song Bo, who had been severely asked to change his words, was still a little uncomfortable, but he still bowed respectfully and stepped aside, pushing the purse in his hand to Xiao Cui.

  Gu Changsheng smiled. Song Bo was just a timely rain. She was worried about the money, and now he came to give her money.

  Gu Changsheng silently said a few times, then took the purse and opened it.

  Then, she suddenly felt bad. She had gone through the ups and downs of the day. She always had perfect expectations and welcomed the worst results.

  The purse was filled with a few scattered silver coins, and more copper coins.

  According to Gu Changsheng's estimation, it would not exceed five taels of silver at most!

  Mother, can her life be any more miserable?

  She has a family of six to feed, plus herself, seven mouths

  to feed! There are only six taels of silver in total, and she has to feed seven mouths. Even if she breaks these seven taels of silver into several pieces, it won't last long!

  "This old servant is incompetent, and this old servant's body is not good. This is all I have left after all these years..." Song Bo lowered his head in shame. He was really ashamed of his master!

  Gu Changsheng sighed, stood up and stuffed the silver back into Song Bo's hand, and pulled him back to the table to sit down.

  Isn't it just poverty? Don't worry, she is young and strong, and has medical skills. Why worry about not being able to feed a few people?

  She wants to struggle, she wants to make money!

  Song Bo looked at Gu Changsheng puzzledly as he pulled her wrist and covered the inside of his wrist with one finger.

  Is this taking a pulse?

  He used to see the master doing this every day, putting his hands on the pulse of each patient to relieve their worries and pain. Could it be that his wife has also learned it?

  Yes, the family has a long history of medical knowledge. When his wife was young, she did compile and read medical books...

  "Uncle Song, open your mouth." Gu Changsheng looked up and looked at Uncle Song and ordered.

  Uncle Song opened his mouth obediently and looked at his wife with a puzzled look.

  Gu Changsheng frowned and thought for a while before speaking: "Uncle Song, your tongue coating is less and red, and your pulse is thin and rapid. It is a sign of Qi and Yin depletion, and lung Yin deficiency. When this disease starts, it is just dry mouth and tongue, and coughing for a long time. It will become a disease if it is delayed. The lung Yin is too damaged and becomes tuberculosis."

  Uncle Song was shocked, with a look of disbelief on his face, and he trembled in his voice, "My wife, are you serious? But I have been to many clinics, and they all said that this is because the cold has entered my body and has not been removed for a long time."

  Gu Changsheng nodded and shook his head before continuing, "This disease was indeed caused by the cold entering the body at the beginning, but now it is not the case at that time. Song Bo is like this, and there are only a few who have been like this for three to five years. Now it is indeed tuberculosis."

  Song Bo was stunned. Tuberculosis is an incurable disease. His wife just came back, and he hasn't had time to take care of her. How can he have the face to see the master!

  Gu Changsheng was also very sad, and looked up at the sky speechlessly. Misfortunes never come alone!

  But seeing Song Bo's look of loss, she came back to her senses instantly. Now is not the time to complain. She is a doctor. She will not watch her patients gradually weaken and die. What's more, Song Bo's condition is far from hopeless. "Song Bo, don't worry. Your condition is not bad. It is still within the controllable range. From now on, you should have less contact with people and cover your mouth and nose with a cloth when you go out. This disease is contagious. , I am afraid it will be transmitted to others."

  There are still young children at home, and Gu Changsheng has to make plans.

  Song Bo was horrified when he heard this and quickly stepped back. He could not help coughing twice before he stopped at the door.

  He heard about the contagiousness for the first time, but it sounded scary. He must not pass it on to his wife.

  "Song Bo, you don't have to panic. You are just in the early stage of tuberculosis. I will give you acupuncture for seven consecutive days to remove the cold air accumulated in your body, and then take good care of you with decoctions. It will be effective within half a month."

  "Acupuncture?" Song Bo looked at Gu Changsheng in confusion, then raised his head in surprise, his voice trembling, "Madam, are you saying that this disease can be cured?"

  In ancient times, as long as it was diagnosed with tuberculosis, most people would die of torture within a few years. He had never heard of acupuncture, nor had he heard that tuberculosis could be cured...

  Gu Changsheng already knew that the medical science was not prosperous in the Zhou Dynasty, and acupuncture had not yet been spread. Even many medicinal materials, no matter the variety or the processing, had many shortcomings.

  Facing such a world, Gu Changsheng didn't know whether he should be thankful or regretful.

  In modern times, she severely harmed several of the few remaining old Chinese medicine practitioners, and finally she was able to become a disciple of Yan's family. Yan's medical skills are famous for their magic needle method. They believe that the patient's illness is manifested in the shape, overflowing in the appearance, and floating in the pulse. The root cause lies in the five meridians and eight meridians of the human body and the acupuncture points throughout the body. It should be diagnosed with acupuncture and supplemented with decoctions to eliminate the root cause.

  Yan's formation method is profound and extensive. Even though she is gifted, she has studied hard for five years to achieve great success. She has learned the true teachings of Yan's family. She firmly believes that there are thousands of diseases in the world, but there are only doctors with poor medical skills. There is no disease that can be cured without needles!

  "Song Bo does not need to doubt. Although tuberculosis is a difficult and complicated disease, it is not a disease that cannot be cured. Changsheng will definitely try his best." Tuberculosis is indeed difficult to treat, but if acupuncture, supplemented with decoctions, and well-nourished, there will be a possibility of improvement.

  Although Song Bo didn't believe it completely, it was the patient's instinct to survive. Besides, he couldn't be in trouble. If he was in trouble, who would take care of his wife and son? Except for Xiao Cui, the people who followed him were all unknown. How could he be at ease? He must cure them before he could take care of his wife and son and have the face to see the deceased master!

  Thinking of this, Song Bo nodded firmly, covered his mouth and nose and knelt down at the door in front of Gu Changsheng, "My wife, my life is not important, but the master entrusted you to me before he passed away. I am incompetent and let you suffer so much, but I can't die. I have no face to die!"

  Gu Changsheng didn't say much. He turned around and told Xiao Cui to prepare pen and ink, and lowered his head to start writing prescriptions. Too expensive herbs had to be avoided. Now they didn't have much money left, so they could only list the most important ones.

  "15 qian of Codonopsis pilosula and Licorice, 10 qian of Astragalus and Atractylodes macrocephala, Rehmannia root and Schisandra chinensis... add three bowls of water and simmer until it becomes one bowl, and take it hot." Gu Changsheng thought about writing down the prescription while looking at Xiao Cui, "Xiao Cui, go get the medicine, remember to soak the herbs for a moment before decocting them."

  Xiao Cui responded, sighed and wiped her tears, "People used to come to our clinic to see a doctor and get medicine, but now we have to go to other clinics to get medicine, this..."

  Gu Changsheng chuckled and patted her head, "Do you feel embarrassed, Xiao Cui?"

  Xiao Cui lowered her head and said nothing, she just felt that things in the world are impermanent.

  Gu Changsheng also felt this way, but even so, she had to treat Song Bo. This old servant coughed from time to time, and the sound of it hit her heart. She was a doctor, a doctor. Whether it was before or now, curing diseases and saving lives is her duty, and it is also the oath she made when she became a disciple of Yan.

  "Okay, Xiao Cui, stop wasting time and go get some medicine for Uncle Song, or wait for your wife to go in person?" Gu Changsheng pushed Xiao Cui out, saying as he walked, "Xiao Cui, you should accept your fate and go and embarrass yourself. Your wife is the one who values ​​her reputation the most. I would rather have my friend die than have my poor friend die. It's better for you to embarrass yourself than for me to embarrass myself." Xiao Cui

  looked at her wife speechlessly and walked out quickly.