At this time, many descendants of the Xu family were sitting or standing in the living room on the first floor of the Xu family. When Mr. Qin came in, they all stood up and greeted him. Xu Qiang's wife was the first to step forward quickly and said: "Uncle Qin,

You are here."

Mr. Qin frowned, looked in the direction of Mr. Xu's bedroom and asked, "How is Tianhui's condition now?"

Mrs. Xu Qiang lowered her head and sobbed: "It's not very good. The doctor from the Health Bureau just issued a critical illness notice."

Mr. Qin's heart skipped a beat again: "Can I go in and have a look?"

Mrs. Xu Qiang hurriedly said: "Xu Qiang is also inside. Uncle Qin, I will take you in."

Mr. Qin walked towards the bedroom. The descendants of the Xu family also wanted to see what was going on, so they followed behind. However, when the bedroom door opened, Mrs. Xu Qiang only let Mr. Qin go in, blocking them all.

Outside the door: "Let's wait in the living room, don't hinder the doctor's treatment."

Everyone burst into tears, but they also knew that going in would only cause chaos and would not achieve any effect, so they listened to Mrs. Xu Qiang's words and returned to the living room.

As soon as Mr. Qin entered the bedroom, Xu Qiang at the side came to his senses. He quickly walked towards him and took Mr. Qin's hand. A tear burst out of his eyes: "Uncle Qin, I have disturbed you."

Mr. Qin looked at Mr. Xu who was being rescued on the hospital bed. He sighed first, then raised his head and raised his eyebrows and said, "He is coming with bullets and bullets. The King of Hell and the little devil can't kill him."

Afterwards, he saw Huang Siwen, deputy director of the Health Bureau, and Zhang Wenhua, deputy director of Beijing Hospital, who were directing the rescue. Mr. Qin asked: "How is the situation?"

The two of them heard Mr. Qin's voice and hurried over. Huang Siwen was the first to say: "Mr. Xu's heart already had a large amount of fluid, which has not been eliminated. He may have been agitated today, which aggravated the symptoms of pericarditis.

, now pericardial effusion has caused breathing difficulties, pericardial inflammation has induced high fever and caused syncope. Now Mr. Xu has large areas of edema all over his body, and his condition is very bad."

Mr. Qin frowned and shouted in a low voice: "Don't use those terms with me. I don't understand. Just tell me how to treat it and save your life."

Huang Siwen was speechless for a moment. He had an idea how to treat it, but this method was not feasible because no one could achieve this kind of treatment, so he didn't know what to say for a while.

Seeing that Huang Siwen stopped talking, Zhang Wenhua, the deputy director of Beijing Hospital, thought for a while and said: "If we follow the plan of Western medicine, we first need to operate to extract the fluid from Mr. Xu and cooperate with anti-inflammation. But Mr. Xu's current physical condition,

I was afraid when I got on the operating table that I wouldn't be able to get off."

After Zhang Wenhua said this, he felt that his back was wet with sweat. Of course, he knew that Mr. Qin and Xu Qiang would not want to hear such a conclusion, but they had no better way. Mr. Xu was in his eighties.

Due to his old age, coupled with the root causes of the disease from his early years of fighting, his body could not support a high-risk operation, so he could only tell the truth.

Mr. Qin took another look at Mr. Xu who was having difficulty breathing on the hospital bed, and then asked: "What about now? What can I do for him?"

Zhang Wenhua lowered his head and replied helplessly: "Now we can only buy some time for Mr. Xu."

Mr. Qin walked around for a few steps, then turned to look at Huang Siwen and asked, "Isn't there any better way?"

Huang Siwen hesitated for two seconds before telling him about the plan that the Health Bureau had just conceived but then canceled: "We did envision a plan, but it's not very feasible, almost non-existent."

Mr. Qin was very anxious by their hesitating. If he hadn't seen Mr. Xu still rescuing people and couldn't be affected, he would have wanted to curse them loudly.

"What's the plan? Tell me quickly."

Huang Siwen said: "Use silver needle drainage to drain out the effusion in Mr. Xu's pericardium. Because the silver needle is very thin, it will not cause a large wound like surgery, so it will reduce many risks to a certain extent. As long as the root problem is solved

, other diseases are not a problem."

But when he said this, he sighed again: "However, the only doctors I know who can use silver needles to induce drainage are the great masters Lin Lao and Feng Lao. However, Feng Lao has passed away, and Lin Lao is already a hundred years old.

, I can no longer use needles with such high intensity.”

"Silver needle drainage?" Mr. Qin muttered this plan and fell into anxious thinking.

At this moment, Xu Qiang heard that his father still had a glimmer of hope, and his mood became a little higher.
Chapter completed!