Chapter 272 Suspense
All methods available in the hospital have been used, but to no avail.
Wang An met An Ming's wife and his two children for the second time. They looked like teenagers and were already sensible. Their eyes were red, and they had obviously cried just now.
An Ming's wife was slightly startled when she saw Wang An. She didn't expect Wang An to come back at this time.
"You, why are you here?" She asked almost subconsciously.
“Hear the news and come over to see, where are the others?”
“In the intensive care unit.” An Ming’s wife said.
“I want to go in and see him.”
“You have to ask the doctor.”
Wang An didn't say too many polite words. When they were talking here, Xu Qi had already called the attending doctor.
Read An Ming's reports carefully, listened to the explanations from the attending doctor, and then after some disinfection, Wang An entered the intensive care unit.
Now An Ming only has one breath left to hang on. His breathing was weak, several times lower than the hum of a mosquito,
Looking at An Ming, who was pale and had blood blisters on his face, neck, and arms.
Wang An felt that his "aura" was very weak, like a wisp of smoke that might dissipate at any time.
This is his uncle. To use a line, "I am your uncle, blood is thicker than water." There is indeed that kind of blood relationship between the two of them, so Wang An came all the way to see him. See if you can save him.
An Ming's lips moved and he made an inaudible sound. Most people might not be able to hear this sound even if they lay in front of him, but Wang An could hear it very clearly.
“Mom, Dad”
While he was seriously ill and dying, what Anming missed was not his wife and son, but two old people in the mountain village.
Wang An raised his hand and held An Ming's skinny arm, and carefully tried both his left and right hands.
He was still wearing an isolation suit, and he could still feel the weak pulse of the other party, which seemed to be absent. This was already similar to what medical books said was a terminal pulse.
"For those who hold the Zangmai of the true meridian, if the liver is in danger of death, death will occur on the 18th day; if the heart is in danger of death, death will occur on the 9th; if the lungs are in danger of death, death will occur in 12 days; if the kidneys are in danger of death, death will occur in the 7th day; if the spleen is in danger of death, death will occur in the 7th day; To the end of death, he will die in four days."
Anming's current situation is that all the internal organs have reached "suspended state".
If Wang An's prediction is correct, An Ming will not survive tonight, and he has already stepped into the gate of hell. This situation is much more serious than Lu Siying's that day.
A medical staff stood aside and looked at Wang An.
She just wants to leave here as soon as possible. The disease of the person in front of her is very terrible and contagious. So far, most of the people who have been sick have died, and the remaining few are lingering. According to the inference of the treatment team, they Neither of them will survive tonight.
“How to save him?” Wang An looked at An Ming lying on the hospital bed.
He was thinking about this problem on the way here, and what he can think of now is Zhenqi.
"We can only see if he can create another miracle. If he can survive, it is because he is not exhausted. If he dies, it will be his destiny."
Wang An reached out and untied An Ming's clothes, his chest was also covered with skin and bones.
“What is he going to do?” The doctor outside was a little confused when he saw this.
“Please go out,” Wang An said to the medical staff on the side.
“But this is not in compliance with the regulations.” The medical staff said.
"It's okay. If they ask, just say I asked you to go out."
The medical staff hesitated for a while and turned around and left the intensive care unit.
Wang An stretched out his hand, exposed his palm, and pressed his hand on An Ming's chest.
"Heart Meridian." He separated a ray of true energy and entered the other party's meridians.
Meridians have dried up and Qi and blood will die.
Hmm, Wang An raised his hand and stared at An Ming in deep thought for a long time. These fragile meridians were like paper. If they were slightly stimulated, they would easily break and shatter in an instant.
Zhenqi, meridians, and acupuncture points?
Wang An suddenly tapped the Tanzhong acupoint on his chest, and then connected the acupoints along his heart veins.
Heart meridian, lung meridian, liver meridian, spleen meridian...the twelve main meridians, there are about 52 single acupoints, 309 double acupoints, and 50 extra-meridian odd acupoints all over the human body, for a total of 720 acupoints.
He used his own Qi to stimulate acupuncture points all over An Ming's body. This process was not fast. He controlled his own Qi very meticulously.
Wang An's true energy is like a mighty river, branching out like a trickle, piercing into the acupuncture points, and then quickly withdrawing it, leaving a few drops in the process of withdrawing it.
For Wang An, this little bit of true energy is just a drop in the bucket and a drop in Taicang. But it contains pure energy and an aura of vitality. If An Ran's body could absorb one-tenth or two of them, there would be some possibility of resurrection.
"That's all I can help you tonight. Can you come back and see yourself? My grandma and grandpa are still waiting for you in the mountain village." Wang An said this to the unconscious An Ming.
When a person is about to die, the key is to rely on his breath and whether his will to live is strong enough. He must have something to support him in order to survive.
After doing all this, Wang An left the intensive care unit after undergoing a round of disinfection.
“How is it?” Xu Qi asked.
"I have done what I can do today, and the rest is up to him." Wang An turned his head and looked inside.
About an hour later, beep beep, beep beep, the instrument showed that An Ming's heart rate was up. Two hours later, his fingers moved.
The zhenqi that Wang An left in his body was just **** of energy, the purest biological energy. They have begun to work, dispelling evil and strengthening the body, like rounds of the sun, shining through the haze wherever they are.
To An Ran, those pathogenic bacteria were the "evils" that invaded from outside. Wang An said that they were the "good" from outside that stayed in his body, and the evil did not suppress the good.
It was still dark, and An Ming slowly opened his eyes.
Early in the morning, the doctor began his routine inspection rounds. When the attending doctor checked on An Ran, he was stunned.
“What is going on? Last night, I looked at a person who was about to die at any moment. Today, his life indicators have improved significantly!”
After arriving at the hospital again, Wang An found that the way the medical staff looked at him had changed.
“Where did this awesome man come from? How did he treat him? I didn’t even see him holding instruments and medicinal materials?!”
“Hello, may I ask which hospital you work in and whether you can impart your treatment experience.”
"Sorry, I'm not a doctor." Wang An was polite to him.
The way An Ming's wife looked at Wang An also changed. He knew very well what her husband looked like yesterday. He looked like he would leave this world at any time. After today's ward rounds, the doctor said that the situation was significantly improved compared to yesterday.
"I didn't expect that his cheap nephew was actually a miracle doctor. No, didn't An Ming say that his nephew was doing nothing at home all day? If he really had such superb medical skills, how many hospitals would have hired him, and some would have stayed in a small In a mountain village?”
After some exchanges with the doctor, Wang An entered the intensive care unit again and tested An Ming's pulse. Judging from the pulse, it was indeed much stronger than last time, and the "aura" exuded from his body It is indeed better than yesterday. This is a significant improvement.
The medical staff who came in next to him all stared at Wang An, hoping to see how he would be treated. Unexpectedly, Wang An looked at it and did not treat him. He stayed for a while and then left.
“Well, this, why is this going on? Isn’t it going to be treated?”
I originally wanted to see how he was treated, but ended up feeling lonely when I came in.
After coming out of the intensive care unit, Wang An found Xu Qi.
“I talked to you about Red Pill last time. I told you that after taking Red Pill, you need to take medicinal materials to nourish the internal organs. Have you refined this medicinal material?”
“It’s done. It has been promoted now. It has been improved to the second generation and the effect is good.” Xu Qi said.
After Wang An revealed the news last time, he and Lu Xiangyi discussed it and reported the matter to the General Administration.
Because the news came from Wang An, the General Administration paid special attention to it and immediately organized personnel to conduct analysis and development. After some experiments, the first generation of drugs was produced, and then they were tested with Chidan, and the effect was proven in With the help of this drug, the destructive side effects of Chidan on the body were reduced to a lower level, and the curative effect exceeded their expectations.
During the subsequent human trials, they continued to explore and debug, and have now developed a second-generation drug that is more effective and has fewer side effects.
“Can you get me some?”
Wang An feels that this medicinal material should have a good effect on Anming's current disease.
"Okay, I'll coordinate right away." Xu Qi called immediately to coordinate.
The phone call was made in the morning, and the medicine arrived in the afternoon. The Special Affairs Bureau specially sent someone to deliver it as quickly as possible.
A small bottle, inside is a liquid as thick as loquat paste, with a unique medicinal aroma.
“He needs to be given this medicine.” Wang An found the attending doctor.
"Can I ask what kind of medicine this is?" the attending doctor asked curiously. He had already received a notice from above and he must fully cooperate with what these people were trying to do.
“Medicine that nourishes the internal organs.”
The doctor took it over and looked at it. The drug only had a code name of "BZT", the specific formula was unknown, and there were simple instructions for use. It can be taken directly or diluted with water.
“This is a special medicine?” This doctor is not an inexperienced person. He vaguely guessed its origin as soon as he saw the packaging and label of the medicine.
At Xu Qi's suggestion, Wang An diluted the ointment and gave it to An Ming.
He did not continue to stay in the hospital, but found a place to live in the city.
After another day, An Ming's health improved again.
Wang An tried to transfer a ray of true energy into his main meridians, trying to help him recover by stimulating the circulation of qi and blood. At first, it only helped him clear one meridian, and the effect was not very obvious.
Mainly because his Qi and blood are too weak now, and the pathogenic bacteria have not been completely eliminated, and these pathogenic bacteria are still eroding his vitality.
This also made Wang An realize that his own Qi was not omnipotent.
With his current cultivation level and the combination of medicine, he can only keep An Ming alive, and there is a slight improvement, but it is extremely difficult for him to recover in a short period of time.
At that time, he spent dozens of days treating Lu Siying.
Although his cultivation level is much higher now than before, An Ming's illness is far more serious than Lu Siying's. If you want to use your true energy to treat him with obvious results, I'm afraid it will take at least dozens of days.
When it got dark, Wang An used his true energy to dredge Anming's meridians again. This time he did not dredge only one meridians like the first time, but prepared to dredge all twelve meridians of Anming in one go.
Back then, when he was dredging Lu Siying's meridians, his own cultivation was not enough and his control of the true energy was not subtle enough. With the practice in the past few years, his use of the true energy has become subtle and he can control it freely.
When the true energy circulates in An Ming's body, it also sends some information back to Wang An.
An Ming's body felt as if it had been ravaged by flames. His internal organs and muscles and tissues had been damaged to varying degrees. Even if he could really carry it through, he would still have a hard time recovering. Some damage to the human body is irreversible.
“So fragile!”
Through An Ming's meridians, Wang An felt the fragility of his uncle's body. The meridians, internal organs, and other organs were all vulnerable to a single blow.
This time the meridians were unblocked, and An Ming's mouth moved.
“Wang An?” He recognized Wang An and called his name, as if he wanted to say something to him.
"Take good care of your health. If you have any questions, wait until you are almost recovered." Wang An said calmly.
The day passed quickly. On the third day when the doctor made rounds, An Ming's condition was much better than before. He could turn his head slightly and recognize people.
Wang An asked Xu Qi to see the bone.
“That bone has been moved to a secret base for specialized research. If you want to see it, I can help you contact it.”
“If it’s not around here, forget it.” He was just a little curious as to what kind of bones could bring out such powerful pathogenic bacteria.
"I carefully checked the information related to that Buddha statue. That Buddha statue is a Buddha statue that suppresses demons. There should be something else wrapped around the broken bone. That Buddha statue is most likely used to seal the A broken bone.”
“Does that mean it’s not a relic?”
“Well, maybe it’s a monster!” Xu Qi said.
“Monster, what kind of monster, don’t forget to tell me when you analyze it.
“I will tell you as soon as possible.” Xu Qi said.
"I won't stay here forever. In a few days, when Anming's situation improves a little, I will be ready to leave and go back to my hometown."
"What do you need me to do?"
“I will talk to An Ming’s wife tomorrow. It’s best for An Ming to be transferred to another hospital and stay as close to me as possible.”
Wang An felt that his Qi should be able to obviously restrain those pathogenic bacteria, but An Ming's body could not make full use of it.
(End of this chapter)