"Lift up the clothes, let take a look."
Zhou Minjun quickly lifted the child’s clothes, revealing the baby’s delicate skin.
Lu Xuan gently tapped on it, and soon felt a hard object, which should be the screw the child accidentally swallowed.
Having found the screw’s location, Lu Xuan placed his hand on the child’s pulse, quietly feeling the strong pulsation.
Zhou Minjun’s family anxiously waited by the side, seeing Lu Xuan deep in thought, they didn’t dare to disturb, fearing to interrupt his concentration.
Sure enough, after Lu Xuan’s actions, it was like a hive buzzing around his ears.
[He’s still diagnosing the pulse, maybe this guy does have so skills!]
The skepticism ca from so big shot.
Lu Xuan didn’t care, having no intention of arguing with a bunch of dicinal herbs.
He’s not sick.
However, being doubted was one thing, being looked down upon by a bunch of herbs was slightly infuriating.
[You can’t judge a person by their appearance, perhaps he really does have so abilities.]
[Isn’t licorice your dicine that harmonizes a hundred others? With its experience, it should know how to handle this situation, right?]
Here it cos.
Finally getting what he wanted, Lu Xuan felt his heart jump up to his throat, occasionally glancing at the licorice specin.
Indeed, if any herb appeared most frequently in prescriptions, it would undoubtedly be the "old national" licorice.
Perhaps, in this situation, licorice really could offer a solution.
[There is a way, but knowing it doesn’t help! Dr. Lu probably has never encountered this condition, let alone know how to treat it.]
Licorice’s voice echoed in his mind.
Feeling belittled again, Lu Xuan couldn’t help but want to roll his eyes, but seeing the tense faces of Zhou Minjun’s family, he ultimately held back.
[Oh, so you do know.]
[What should be done?]
[Quick, tell us.]
Lu Xuan was also anxious, hurry up and say it!
Afraid of missing the optimal treatnt ti for the child, especially with the child’s heartrending cries, his heart as a doctor was also heavily pulling at him.
Licorice seed to be reminiscing, speaking slowly after a while:
[Actually, it’s not a prescription or anything, just a bowl of porridge, a small cup of Bone Charcoal Powder, mix the Bone Charcoal Powder with the porridge, feed it to the child, and then give a spoonful of castor oil. If the child stops crying after a while, there’s a high chance the screw will be passed out smoothly.]
[There’s such a thing?]
[What’s the principle behind it?]
[The principle is simple, it’s like electroplating the screw with a layer of Bone Charcoal Powder, smoothing it, so the small intestine can gradually push the screw out.]
[As expected of the dicine that harmonizes a hundred others, you even know such folk redies, but judging by your words, this young Dr. Lu might really be powerless.]
Who would have thought using the principle of electroplating could help a child pass the screw?
Among them, only licorice, with its harmonizing abilities, knew this thod, let alone a young Traditional Chinese dicine Doctor.
[Initially, I hoped our Traditional Chinese dicine would bring hope, but now it seems just as hopeless; this child will ultimately need surgery.]
[The child is too young, only ten months old, the risk of surgery is too high.]
[High risk or not, there’s no choice; not passing it out poses a life risk unless an experienced Traditional Chinese dicine Doctor knows this thod.]
[In China, many capable Traditional Chinese dicine doctors exist, but finding the right one is too difficult, the child can’t wait that long.]
[What a pity!]
A chorus of sighs resonated, none believing Lu Xuan knew this thod.
This poor child, ultimately, couldn’t escape surgery, slashing a cut on the tender belly.
However, Lu Xuan, who they deed incompetent, felt his eyes twitch with extre joy.
It’s possible.
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