Chapter 5 Pulse Diagnosis: The General Is Probably Unable to Take This Needle
Inside the General's Mansion.
The courtyard with flowing water is surrounded by rockeries.
Meng Jiaojiao walked to the front hall and was stopped by He Yunchu.
"Miss Meng, don't rush in. Please take a rubbing of the general's medical records and let me have a look."
The housekeeper came in a hurry and looked at the woman in this room in astonishment.
The man in front of me, whose face was covered with gauze, seemed familiar, but I couldn't tell who he really was.
He was about to ask when he heard He Qingyu snort coldly.
"Seventh sister, when you get here, you won't want to use any tricks, right?"
...He Qi?
A trace of surprise flashed in the butler's eyes, but he quickly covered it up.
"Yes, He Qi," the lady from the official family who came with her said scornfully: "If you don't know, just say so. Do you still want to copy the imperial doctor's prescription?"
He Yunchu ignored them: "Without looking at the medical records, I can't be sure what medicine the previous imperial physician used on the general. Moreover, the general is unconscious. I want to know the symptoms of his illness."
These are naturally recorded.
It just depends on whether Meng Jiaojiao will deliberately make things difficult or not.
Before He Yunchu traveled through time, he studied ancient corpses.
Many nobles and nobles who died suddenly in ancient times actually died of cardiovascular diseases.
It's just that medicine was underdeveloped and the ancients couldn't discover it.
But He Yunchu can, she knows the onset of various diseases.
Meng Jiaojiao thought for a moment and waved to the housekeeper to get it.
"This..." The housekeeper was embarrassed.
"Miss Meng!" He Qingyu stood up to stop her: "How can this be done? If she really knows how to treat, she can understand it at a glance. How can she just look at the case?"
He Yunchu sneered slightly: "There are taboos on medication. I have to refer to the general's medication habits. If you don't know medical skills, you are still trying to stop me. If something happens to the general, can you afford it?"
"After all, isn't my sister just a concubine?"
"you!"
He Qingyu's face turned red and white with anger.
When did He Yunchu learn to speak so sharply?
He's usually a stupid person who bursts into tears when he's told a few words.
Now you actually dare to choke her?
"Stop arguing!" Meng Jiaojiao raised her chin at the housekeeper, gesturing for him to follow suit.
Cases were brought in quickly.
The thick pile shows that Meng Ke has been diagnosing pulses frequently in recent years.
He Yunchu looked through it briefly.
Every pulse diagnosis and prescription was clearly recorded.
She turned from the beginning to the end and found that there were small words like "Juanxiu" on every few pages. She pointed at it and asked, "Is this my mother's record?"
"Exactly," the steward replied.
He Yunchu lowered his head and studied it carefully.
The Zhao family has been practicing medicine for generations, so it is absolutely impossible to forge this, and Zhao Su should not have deliberately prescribed the wrong medicine.
Then it could only be that Meng Ke's illness was intractable and the medicine was not suitable.
Zhao Su's records are written in small regular script and the words are clear.
"Rapid pulse, turbid Qi." He Yunchu read: "Apocynum, Malantou..."
For symptoms of high blood pressure, Chinese medicine is also used to relieve high blood pressure.
There is nothing wrong with Zhao Su's recipe.
These are conditioning medicines. Even if you take them three times a day, they will not cause drowsiness.
Then... there is no other reason for Meng Ke's coma.
Ancient people were cautious about using medicines for diseases such as high blood pressure, and most of them did not dare to use strong medicines because there were many taboos for high blood pressure.
"Is there nothing else?" He Yunchu finished flipping through the pages and closed the medical case and asked.
Meng Jiaojiao looked suspicious: "It's all here, what else do you think there should be?"
"I'm afraid General Meng's illness is not in his body." He Yunchu said, "Take me to see him."
Meng Jiaojiao frowned fiercely!
Not with you?
Her father fights like a tiger, so what else could be wrong?
Seeing this scene, He Qingyu secretly ridiculed, He Yunchu insisted on taking the porcelain job, but how could it be so easy to see a doctor!
She was waiting for this man to fall into prison and be beheaded by the Meridian Gate together with her mother!
Arriving at Meng Ke's bedroom, Meng Jiaojiao opened the door.
What comes into view is an Eight Immortals table. The teapots are placed neatly on the table, and the air flow causes the two rice papers on the desk to fly up.
He Yunchu withdrew his gaze and looked at the person lying on the bed.
Meng Ke was tall, dressed like a martial artist, and his complexion tended to be dark, but his face was quite handsome.
He exhaled calmly and clasped his hands in front of his chest.
He Yunchu sat down and took his pulse directly.
However, He Yunchu was slightly surprised.
The pulse mentioned in the case report just now was urgent, but it was not present at all now.
Meng Ke's pulse is very stable!
Doesn't he look like he's suffering from an emergency?
Seeing her frown, Meng Jiaojiao couldn't help but ask: "What's going on?"
He Yunchu shook his head, thinking it was because he hadn't felt his pulse for too long and his hand was raw.
She switched to Meng Ke's other hand.
.....
Pulse is stable.
No wonder the imperial doctors were helpless. Does your mother look sick?
He Yunchu raised his eyelids to look at Meng Ke's face.
Suddenly, she smiled coldly.
Meng Jiaojiao had never seen anything like this before, but under He Yunchu's smile, she couldn't help but feel chills running down her spine.
"What's going on with my dad?!"
He Yunchu retracted his hand and said to the housekeeper: "Find me a pair of acupuncture tools."
"Acupuncture?" The housekeeper hesitated: "The imperial doctors have done acupuncture, but my general may not wake up."
He Yunchu didn't bother to explain, so he said concisely: "I didn't stab it in the right place."
"What do you want to do?" He Qingyu scolded her: "You want to murder the general?!"
"Miss Meng, can you drive this person out? She is making noises with me, and the needle will not be stable later."
Meng Jiaojiao: "..."
She even went on a mission.
He Yunchu continued to talk about his own: "My acupuncture method is to moxibustion the head, but it will be a little painful. It is estimated that once the acupuncture is applied, the general will be unbearable."
In the past few days, Meng Ke had not responded no matter what. Meng Jiaojiao asked: "Forcibly stab my father to wake him up?"
He Yunchu nodded: "When Zha wakes up, we can know what's wrong with the general."
Is stabbing someone to wake up considered a cure?
He Yunchu looked away from Meng Ke's eyelids.
If I saw it right just now, my eyelids trembled for a moment.
I secretly had some calculations in my heart.
She added: "Miss Meng, stay here, and everyone else can go out."
"Why?!" He Qingyu said: "Who knows what tricks you are using!"
"I can't run away. If I'm scared, just arrange more people outside the door."
Meng Jiaojiao wanted to know what He Yunchu wanted to do.
She pondered for a moment and waved to the housekeeper to take He Qingyu down.
He Qingyu was furious.
Throughout the morning, Meng Jiaojiao always compromised since He Yunchu appeared.
It was obvious that He Yunchu could be taken down in one fell swoop, but he was dragging his feet!
If she had known, she would have directly arranged for someone to have sex with He Yunchu in a brothel last night!
Wait for the door to close again.
He Yunchu picked up the thickest silver needle and looked at it repeatedly in his hand.
Meng Jiaojiao scolded her: "The person has been sent out, what are you going to do? If you dare to use any means, I can kill you right now!"
He Yunchu didn't seem to hear anything, but the needle was pointed at Meng Ke's temple.
Meng Jiaojiao was about to raise her hand to stop her.
But suddenly I heard He Yunchu say with a slight smile: "General Meng, it's better not to pretend. This injection will be very painful."