Even though admitting one’s own lack of ability in front of so many patients might seem embarrassing, Lu Jiu has always been truthful in this regard. If he can treat it, he’ll say he can; if he can’t, he’ll say he can’t, and he never makes false guarantees.
There have been countless patients seeking his treatnt recently, and so have had no effects from his prescribed dicine. Lu Jiu would clearly state that if three doses show no effect, they should seek another expert and he would not take another penny from them.
As a result, Lu Jiu rarely encounters any dical disputes, and even when so patients are rude to him, others will stand up for him.
Sotis that’s just how it is; people see you for who you are, and it’s not about what you say, but what you do.
"Is there really no hope at all?" Bai Xiuhong asked hopefully.
Lu Jiu shook his head. "Reaching this age without complications ans it’s been managed well. As long as the disease doesn’t severely impact life, like affecting appetite or sleep, then we maintain the status quo."
"Elderly people don’t recover as quickly as young people, and taking dication for a long ti can be harsh. A sudden change of dication could seriously affect their body, which cos with high risks. With my skills, I’m temporarily powerless to help."
Bai Xiuhong hurriedly said, "It’s not that there are no complications; there are already complications—diabetic foot. The doctor advised amputation surgery imdiately, otherwise... the foot can’t be saved..."
By the end, Bai Xiuhong’s voice had a slight sob.
Lu Jiu frowned, "Has the infection spread?"
Bai Xiuhong nodded.
Generally, if diabetic foot is thoroughly screened, amputation usually isn’t necessary.
It might be vascular dilation, pain managent, anti-infection treatnt, or lower limb arterial intervention, and vascular bypass surgery, with amputation being the worst outco.
Sotis a toe is amputated, and if the infection is widespread, even more may be amputated.
At this point, the situation can be said to be very dire.
"Here’s what we’ll do—I’ll teach you a thod to try at ho. If it works, amputation may not be necessary. If the effect isn’t ideal, follow the hospital’s advice," Lu Jiu said.
Bai Xiuhong asked, "What thod?"
"Buy a few pounds of sugar, then prepare a basin with water. Add half a pound of sugar to it each ti, and soak your dad’s foot. If pus is drawn out, co find , and I’ll prepare so Chinese herbs to help close the wound. As long as the wound stops bleeding and the muscles and skin grow back, amputation might not be needed. Let be clear, don’t have high hopes I can cure your dad’s diabetes; I can only try to save his foot, understand?" Lu Jiu explained.
Bai Xiuhong nodded repeatedly, "Understood, understood, I’ll go buy it."
"Rember, it must be pure sugar. Never mind, you might buy the wrong kind. Let give you so of my stock instead," Lu Jiu said after thinking it over, worried that Bai Xiuhong might buy refined sugar by mistake, which would render the treatnt ineffective.
Lu Jiu didn’t have much himself. He walked to the dicine cabinet, weighed the bag of sugar, saw there was about a kilogram left, and handed it all to Bai Xiuhong, "Here, it’s a little over a kilogram. Take it ho and soak your dad’s foot with half a pound each ti, twice a day. If the first ti doesn’t draw out pus, stop using it."
Bai Xiuhong noted carefully, "Dr. Lu, how much is it?"
Lu Jiu said, "Fourteen yuan."
Bai Xiuhong imdiately paid and then left Lu’s Clinic carrying the bag.
Watching Bai Xiuhong’s retreating figure, Lu Jiu couldn’t help but sigh.
There are tens of millions of diabetic patients nationwide, yet unfortunately, there are very few doctors who can treat them.
...
Returning to the hospital, Bai Xiuhong hurriedly went to the 12th floor of the inpatient departnt.
Arriving at ward 1205, she saw her father lying on his side, frowning, and imdiately fetched a basin from the bathroom.
Since developing this diabetic foot, her father hadn’t left the hospital, with several debrident surgeries perford, yet the foot wound remained unhealed, turning yellow and oozing pus daily, looking very distressing.
Bai Xiuhong knew her father was enduring unimaginable pain daily; even with painkillers, sleep was evasive, only catching short naps when the pain was unbearable, but even then his brows never relaxed.
She hadn’t considered seeking traditional Chinese dicine before; it was only out of boredom that she saw Lu Jiu on her phone, seemingly having so skill, prompting her to visit Lu’s Clinic.
"Dad, let’s soak your foot." After putting half a pound of sugar into the water and waiting a mont, Bai Xiuhong woke her father up.
"Soak for what?" Bai Chuan looked at the reddish water, puzzled.
"The doctor recomnded it; give it a try," Bai Xiuhong said.
"Isn’t it said that it shouldn’t touch water?" At an advanced age, Bai Chuan had an excellent mory, rembering the doctor’s instructions that the foot wound should never get wet, as it easily leads to infection.
"This is suggested by Chinese dicine; try it, and if it works, your foot might be saved," Bai Xiuhong was desperate enough to try anything.
"Really?" Bai Chuan himself didn’t want an amputation, but the unhealing wound drained any hope.
"Try it, co." Bai Xiuhong pushed the basin closer.
Bai Chuan didn’t think much; his daughter insisted on trying, so he had to. He slowly put his foot into the basin, and the mont the wound touched the water, an excruciating pain pierced through, causing him to inhale sharply and reflexively pull his foot back.
It hurt!
It hurt too much!
"Dad..." Bai Xiuhong looked at Bai Chuan nervously.
"It’s okay..." Bai Chuan gritted his teeth, bracing ntally, he put his foot back into the basin. This ti, though the sa pain was there, he pressed his foot firmly down.
Bai Chuan’s leg trembled, his hands gripping the bedsheet tightly, his face contorted in pain.
Honestly, if the nurous surgeries hadn’t accustod him to so level of pain, he might have scread by now.
It was so painful!
More than post-surgical pain when the anesthesia wears off.
But to save his foot, he had to give it a try.
Gradually, as ti passed, the pain in his foot seed to ease.
Whether it was Bai Chuan getting used to it or for other reasons was unclear.
A few minutes later, Bai Chuan felt almost no pain anymore, even a sense of relief.
Another few minutes passed, and suddenly Bai Xiuhong noticed a yellow substance appearing in the basin, apparently coming from Bai Chuan’s sole.
Pus and blood!?
Was it really drawn out?
"What are you doing!?
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