Chapter 197: Copper plate for cats (2)

"Ma'am, it's okay, you believe me once." Yang Zimei stared at Ma'am firmly.
Auntie can't but her, and there is also the idea of ​​a dead horse as a living horse doctor. After seeing so many doctors for so many years, it has no effect. Let the enthusiastic little girl try it.
Moreover, looking at her, it really looks a little different.
Dasao took her into a nearby room, and before she walked in, she smelled a strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine and musty smell.
Yang Zimei's nose sneezed sensitively.
The house was too dark, the windows themselves were small, and they were covered with thick black cloth, which blocked the entrance of fresh air and made the air in the entire room extremely dirty.
"Ma'am, why not open the window? This will aggravate the patient's condition." Yang Zimei frowned.
"Sister, uncle, he can't blow the wind, and when he blows, he coughs even more." Grandma said helplessly.
Yang Zi glanced up at the bed, only to see a skinny man under the shabby cotton quilt, his eyes had sunk deeply, his face flushed with redness, without a look, he suddenly coughed strongly, and coughed all over his body. Shake, and finally spit out blood, paralyzed on the bed, and continued to draw hard.
It turns out to be severe pulmonary rickets!
"Awkward--" Dasao walked over with heartache and smoothed the uncle's body. "This girl said she can do acupuncture, let her take a look."
The uncle glanced at Yang Zimei, coughed intensely, and waved his hand. "I look at this disease and look at it for nothing. Don't spread it to other girls."
Hearing that he was seriously ill and wondering if it would be contagious, Yang Zimei was more determined to help him.
"Uncle, I'm not afraid of contagion. You lie down. I'll look at you and help you do acupuncture. You will be fine," Yang Zimei said softly.
Seeing the concern and firmness in her eyes, the uncle no longer said anything and lay down.
Yang Zimei cut his veins and found that he was almost ill, and if he was not treated, he would only have half a life left.
It can be considered that he is fatal and can meet himself.
Yang Zimei asked him to lie down and lift the quilt. I saw that his weight was really pitiful. The abdomen was still swollen. In addition to tuberculosis, he had liver and ascites.
She took out the silver needle that she had with her, and took points such as Taiyuan, Liekuai, Neiguan, Feishu, Zusanli, Sanyinjiao, Fenglong acupoint on her uncle.
After the acupuncture is finished, close the needle.
"puff--"
The uncle sat up and spit out the thick black blood, his breathing gradually eased, and he felt comfortable that he had never experienced before.
"Awkward, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing her husband spit black blood, Dasao was terrified.
"Ma'am, don't worry, this is just after he spit out the filthy air in his body. I'll prescribe a few doses of Chinese medicine. You can adjust the uncle every day. Within half a month, he will be fine, but , Usually must pay attention to let the indoor air circulation, not so sealed, but also often go out to bask in the sun. "Yang Zimei said.
"Is this okay?" Auntie was not convinced.
The uncle touched his stomach and lungs, and said to the grandma, "I'm really much better. Just now there was a heat flow around my body. It was very comfortable. Now it's not that hard to breathe."
Having said that, he got out of bed with both feet and stood up a little bit.
Seeing him able to stand, Daxi wept with joy and pulled Yang Zimei's hand gratefully, "Sister, you really are the Goddess of Mercy Guanyin who saved the suffering. He didn't look good after seeing so many doctors, you were all right, you are so amazing Now. "
Seeing them so happy, Yang Zimei who was able to save people from illness was also very happy.