Everyone present was watching Liu Qingcheng's movements carefully.
Doctor Wu, on the other hand, looked at Liu Qingcheng with a half-smile, but was slightly frightened by his professional pulse checking.
No matter how young and inexperienced Liu Qingcheng is, this method of feeling the pulse secretly gained Dr. Wu's approval.
Although Dr. Wu is a Western medicine doctor, he has also dabbled in Chinese medicine. Naturally, it can be seen that Liu Qingcheng's pulse-taking technique is extremely sophisticated.
After taking the pulse, Liu Qingcheng did not rush to draw a conclusion. He checked the woman's eyes and tongue coating in turn, and then reached out to touch the woman's forehead and between her eyebrows for a brief feeling.
After completing all these examinations, Liu Qingcheng straightened up, looked at Du Peimin and Fang Lin, and said confidently: "Mrs. Du's pulse is very stable, her soul is not missing, her Qi is weak and her essence is damaged. It should be the result of what I did at the dinner table."
The second cause mentioned above is insufficient energy, which causes the consciousness to sleep forever.
All it takes is nourishing the essence and acupuncture to revive Mrs. Du."
Du Peimin said in surprise: "Really? How to nourish the essence? What medicinal materials are needed? Just tell me and I will have someone purchase it right away."
Liu Qingcheng laughed, asked for paper and pen, and quickly wrote out a prescription, saying: "Mr. Du, please have someone purchase all these medicines, buy a medicine pot, and build a wood stove outside the hospital.
If you use firewood to cook the medicine, the medicinal properties will remain intact. Drinking a bowl of medicine will definitely revive Mrs. Du!"
Du Peimin was overjoyed and immediately ordered Du Xing to do it. When Du Xing called, the owner of the medicine shop personally grabbed the medicine and delivered it.
In less than twenty minutes, all the necessary items were complete, and the wood stove was set up.
Liu Qingcheng asked Su Qingqing to prepare the medicine herself, while he found a pack of acupuncture needles from a shabby black cloth bag that had been burned by fire.
Liu Qingcheng said: "While Junior Sister is brewing the medicine, I will give Mrs. Du an injection first. The purpose is to activate Mrs. Du's body functions and prepare for digesting the medicine later."
Du Peimin nodded in agreement and said: "That should be the case. After all, I have slept for so long and maintained my vitality with nutrient solution and liquid food every day. If I drink medicine rashly, my stomach and intestines may not be able to accept it."
Liu Qingcheng nodded and said, "As long as you understand this truth."
As he spoke, he glanced at Fang Lin provocatively and said, "The acupuncture technique I will perform later is called Five Elements Transformation Needle. You might as well learn it."
Only then did Fang Lin have a chance to speak. He immediately shook his head and said what he was holding in his heart: "Mrs. Du's becoming a vegetative state was not caused by a loss of energy. Your acupuncture and medicine are just for the wrong reasons. Are they correct?"
It will have an effect.”
Liu Qingcheng laughed disdainfully and said, "What do you know? Half a bucket of water is sloshing around.
Later, when I revive Mrs. Du, you will shut up.
This time, you will definitely lose."
At that moment, Liu Qingcheng, with the help of the nurse, performed acupuncture on the woman.
I don't know if his Five Elements Transformation Needle is inherently fancy or if he is deliberately showing off in front of Fang Lin.
As he needles, his fingers fly, and the needles draw various gorgeous trajectories on his fingertips, just like an artistic performance, which is a feast for the eyes.
After a while, more than a dozen needles were connected in a line in the woman's throat, esophagus, intestines and other parts of the body, activating and stimulating the digestive function of Mrs. Du's body.
Half an hour later, Su Qingqing walked into the bedroom holding a small bowl of concoction.
Liu Qingcheng immediately pulled out all the silver needles and asked the nurse to raise the headboard of the special hospital bed where Mrs. Du was sleeping, so that Mrs. Du could sit up.
Then, the nurse took a small spoon and fed Mrs. Du the concoction one spoonful at a time.
The nurse feeds Mrs. Du soup and porridge every day, and she is very familiar with the cooking.
After finishing the bowl of concoction, Liu Qingcheng said confidently: "Okay, Mrs. Du will definitely wake up in less than five minutes."
Everyone had mixed beliefs and doubts. Du Peimin, Du Xing, and Du Ru waited anxiously with hope.
Fang Lin couldn't bear their anxiety, so he shook his head and said, "She won't wake up."
Du Peimin's face darkened and he said, "President Fang, could you please stop saying these depressing words?
Daochang Liu is a miracle doctor, I have no doubt about it. Since he is so sure, then there is hope for my wife to wake up."
Fang Lin said frankly: "Of course there is hope for your wife to wake up, but it is definitely not something that Daochang Liu's bowl of concoction can save her from."
Liu Qingcheng laughed loudly and said: "President Fang, you are probably going to be disappointed.
Within five minutes, Mrs. Du will definitely wake up, so be prepared to admit defeat."
Fang Lin smiled faintly, shook his head, and said no more.
After five minutes passed, the facts would naturally push Liu Qingcheng to the ground and rub her hard.
Time passed by, and even Mr. Du Fusheng came to the bedroom door. Everyone was anxiously waiting for the five minutes to arrive.
three minutes.
Four minutes.
Four minutes and fifty seconds.
Four minutes and fifty-nine seconds.
five minutes.
Five minutes later, Mrs. Du still didn't move at all.
Everyone looked at each other, and then all looked at Liu Qingcheng.
Liu Qingcheng frowned and said to herself: "It shouldn't be. It should be fine. If you wait a little longer, maybe the medicine is absorbed slowly."
Everyone waited patiently for six minutes, seven minutes, eight minutes...
Du Peimin couldn't help but ask: "Daoist Master Liu, is something wrong somewhere?"
Liu Qingcheng's calm look no longer existed, and he scratched his head and said: "I should be able to wake up. Nothing went wrong?"
As he spoke, he looked at Su Qingqing and said, "Is the medicine okay?"
Su Qingqing shook her head and said: "No, there are a lot of medicinal materials, the weight is right, and they are cooked according to the method you ordered.
Senior brother, although my medical skills are not as good as yours, I have made medicine hundreds of times with my master, and I have never made a mistake. Please don’t throw the blame on me!"
Liu Qingcheng blushed, frowned and said to herself, "What's going on?"
Doctor Wu sneered and said: "Okay, Mr. Du, I can see that the person you invited is clearly a charlatan.
Now I'm worried about whether there will be any problems with my aunt's body after taking that bowl of medicine.
Their diagnosis and treatment should stop here. Now I want to do a full body test on Auntie, and then give her rehabilitation training."
Du Peimin was not at ease after being told by Doctor Wu, and said a little disheartenedly: "Okay, Doctor Wu, you can monitor my wife's physical condition first to see if there are any problems."
Hope and disappointment are like a roller coaster. The peaks and troughs come so fast that Du Peimin and others can't bear it.
Liu Qingcheng also fell into self-denial, standing there alone, mumbling to herself, unconscious in thought.
Doctor Wu had already packed up and planned to use the monitoring equipment on Mrs. Du. At this moment, Fang Lin walked out.
"The medicines prescribed by Daochang Liu are all mild in nature. Even if Mrs. Du cannot wake up, it will have no other effects on her body.