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Chapter 187 Angong Niuhuang Pills

Hu Bo couldn't help but sigh when he saw Zhenniang's attitude. He also lifted the heavy straw curtain and walked into the dark and cold shack.

Luo Qianhuai took out a Bezoar Angong Pill from the medicine box, dissolved it in warm water, and asked Zhenniang to help lift the unconscious woman up, and tried to put the medicine into her mouth.

Hu Bo neither stopped nor helped. He just watched coldly from behind, feeling restless in his heart and not knowing what he was thinking. Even though we know that the person is hopeless, why do we still have such an expectation that is difficult to express in words?

Giving medicine to an unconscious patient is more difficult than imagined. Luo Qianhuai also encountered a similar situation in his previous life. At that time, the nurse could use nasogastric feeding to solve the problem, but where could he find something to use as a nasogastric feeding tube?

There was only a small amount of potion, but in the end, only a small half was fed in, and the rest was sprinkled on the woman. The aroma of the medicine gradually overcame the peculiar smell in the room and penetrated Hu Bo's nose.

"Musk, bezoar, buffalo horn," he murmured, and his eyes suddenly opened wide: "Musk is just that, it can open the mind, clear the mind, and revive the mind. But the other ones are all products of the great cold. The patient is inherently The cold air bundle around the body, coupled with these cold-cooling medicines, is a life-threatening poison. There was still a glimmer of hope, but now there is no hope!"

"Pah!" Zhenniang accidentally broke the empty bowl.

"It's impossible, my sister will save my mother!" Her eyes were red and she was about to cry again.

"What's there to cry about?" A voice suddenly interrupted: "Your mother has met someone who understands, and her life has been saved."

The voice was hoarse and dry, and sounded a bit harsh. When the three of them looked back, they found that at some point, a little old man with a ruddy face and gray hair had entered the room.

Luo Qianhuai let the woman lean against him, keeping hold of her pulse with one hand. When he felt that her arm became soft and soft, and there was a very slight pulse, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uncle, are you telling the truth?" Zhenniang turned to look at the little old man, instinctively wanting to believe him.

The little old man glanced at the woman for a few times, and then a smile appeared on his face: "This man's body has softened. You can tell by touching him. Why did I lie to you, little lady?"

Zhenniang was overjoyed and took hold of her mother's hand. As expected, it was not as stiff and cold as before, but soft and warm, but she still couldn't hold it down.

"Thank you, sister!" Zhenniang laughed and cried at the same time: "Is my mother okay? When will she wake up?"

"The person has been saved for the time being, but it's not that easy to cure her." Luo Qianhuai laid the woman's body down and then stood up: "I'll prescribe a prescription and go grab the medicine right away." Decoct and take."

When a person's body changes from stiffness to warmth, Hu Bo, as a famous doctor with many years of experience, can naturally tell the difference.

It is precisely because of this that he is doubting life.

This young and beautiful lady actually revived a dying woman? Moreover, he still used cold medicine to treat typhoid fever, which was completely opposite to the traditional Chinese medicine theory he had been studying, but this person was actually saved!

What made him even more depressed was that there was a weirdo who appeared out of nowhere. He seemed to understand and praise the little lady's medicine very well. He was the only one who was still trapped in the gourd, and the source of the mist was unknown!

Seeing that the little lady was frowning because there was no writing instrument in the room, Hu Bo didn't know what he was thinking, so he directly said: "Madam, just tell me the recipe, and let me fry it when I get back." Send it over."

<divclass="contentadv">Luo Qianhuai really thinks this is a good idea. Although the doctor diagnosed the wrong disease, he cannot be entirely blamed, because this kind of case of real heat and fake cold is extremely rare to encounter. What's even more rare is that this is obviously a real doctor who is willing to follow the patient he misdiagnosed and wants to take the initiative to help. He is completely different from the Gao Langzhong of Huichun Hall.

At that moment, she opened the mouth and said: "The name of the recipe is, Antelope horn and lotus soup. Antelope horn costs one and a half coins, rhinoceros sharp point costs three coins, lotus seed heart costs one coin, bamboo drain costs three coins, raw rhubarb costs four coins, and Huaimu Tong costs two coins. Yuan Ming powder is 4 qian, raw white peony root is 2 qian, skullcap meat is 3 qian, dendrobium is 3 qian, Yun Fu Shen is 4 qian, and blood amber is 2 qian. One dose is enough, immediately decoct and drink it."

After she finished talking about the recipe, Hu Bo murmured and repeated it, but he still didn't know why.

He had never seen such a prescription before, and he only roughly understood the purpose of a few of the medicines. Most of the other medicines did not seem to be suitable for typhoid fever.

Luo Qianhuai saw the doubt in his eyes, and because he had a good impression of him, he was ready to help him interpret it in detail. Unexpectedly, before she spoke, the little old man next to her slapped her thigh, with a face full of surprise:

"Antelope, rhinoceros, lotus seed heart, and bamboo leach clear the heart and clear away heat, clear the orifices and resolve phlegm, which are the king; raw rhubarb, Huaimutong, and Yuanming powder push the large intestine and open the small water, which are the ministers; white peony root, astragalus, and dendrobium. It purges the liver and calms fire, moistens the stomach and promotes body fluid, as a supplement; Fushen and amber soothe the mind and calm the spirit, and restore the spirit - a good prescription, it is really a rare and good prescription!"

Luo Qianhuai did not expect that in this era, someone could completely interpret the prescription from his previous life. So this little old man with an unassuming appearance must be a famous doctor in the world, one with real talent and knowledge.

She herself was blessed by the experience of countless predecessors in her previous life, but the doctors of this era did not have the superior conditions she had.

Those who can find a way out among the thorns are certainly worthy of respect.

"Are you also Senior Xinglin? May I ask what you call me?" she asked solemnly.

But the old man shook his hand: "The name is just a symbol, don't worry about it. Tell me, how do you mix the pills you had earlier?"

As he spoke, he squatted on the ground and applied a finger of concoction on the broken porcelain pieces without hesitation. He brought it to the tip of his nose and smelled it. Then he stretched out his tongue and licked it, and said in his mouth: "Bezoar, Buffalo horn musk, realgar, coptis, skullcap, and borneol are wonderful, wonderful!”

Luo Qianhuai accepted the compliment calmly. That was Angong Niuhuang Pill, regarded as the first of the "Three Treasures for Warm Diseases" and the most famous first-aid medicine of traditional Chinese medicine in the history of previous generations. The combination is of course perfect.

She happened to prepare ten Angong Niuhuang Pills a few days ago, and Xingjiu happened to pack them up and put them in the medicine box. She also happened to encounter this woman's heart-heat attack and blocked her orifices--it happened to be the right medicine for the disease.

If he didn't have this thing, even if he waited for the antelope, rhinoceros and lotus soup to be cooked and delivered, he probably wouldn't be able to save anyone alive.

"This medicine is called Angong Niuhuang Pill. It is effective in clearing away heat and detoxifying, calming convulsions and resuscitating the mind. There are eleven kinds of medicines in the prescription. As for the formula, it is inconvenient to tell strangers." She replied.

While they were talking, Hu Bo still stood there, looking confused. The little old man who refused to give his name analyzed the formula, but he still didn't understand why the medicine was used in this way. He wanted to ask questions, but he didn't know where to start.