Chapter 1913 Eighteen Generations of Folk Remedies

Su Yun was also terrified.

After three strokes, how can I get someone confused... Could it be a cerebral infarction or a cerebral hemorrhage? Either it's a heart attack!

Zheng Ren had been prepared for a long time. At this time, Aunt Chen's system panel was bright red. In addition to the problems of some middle-aged and elderly people, there was a new diagnosis - datura poisoning.

Before he had time to think about it, Zheng Renteng stood up suddenly, walked to Aunt Chen's side in two steps, and laid her flat with her head turned to one side, so as to avoid aspiration of oral secretions and sudden death.

"Aunt Chen!" Zheng Ren shouted loudly.

Aunt Chen can barely speak, but her hands and feet are a bit difficult to use.

"What's wrong with me……"

Her voice was hoarse, and her hands and feet began to twitch.

"Yan Ran, call 120!" Zheng Ren shouted while starting the physical examination.

Dry oropharynx, flushed face, hoarse voice, dry skin, dilated pupils, difficulty swallowing, tachycardia.

"Brain stroke?" Su Yun asked from the side.

"No, the mandala is poisoned." Zheng Ren said.

"..." Su Yun was shocked.

"Yanran, tell..." Zheng Ren had just spoken when he saw that Chu Yanran had hung up the phone.

That's right, it's useless to say it, the 120 emergency center will not tell the hospital the judgment of the "family".

Zheng Ren greeted Chu Yanran and Su Yun, and told them to watch Aunt Chen, stand up and take out his mobile phone to call Mr. Wang without any other situation.

"President Wang, I, Zheng Ren."

"Well, I'm back. Here I met a patient who was poisoned by datura. Doesn't Corey have neostigmine?"

"Borrow it! If you don't have it, use pilocarpine to counteract it."

"Don't panic when the patient is sent back. A gastric tube is used for gastric lavage while taking the medicine. The patient is agitated, so be careful not to get hurt."

"Rehydration, diuresis, if the patient is very restless, it doesn't matter whether you wash the stomach or not, you will see the situation. This thing absorbs quickly, and I am afraid that nothing can be washed out. Nothing else, go get ready."

After speaking, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.

A professional doctor was watching over him, and he waited for the 120 ambulance to arrive without any risk.

The doctor who issued 120 first aid entered the room and was stunned.

"Mr. Zheng, are you back?"

"Well, take the time to send the patient back." Zheng Ren said, "Turn on the alarm when you get in the car, and drive all the way back. The sooner the better."

"Hmm!" The 120 emergency doctor nodded repeatedly.

Mr. Zheng has become a legend in Haicheng First Hospital.

Especially from the mouth of the almost omnipotent President Wang, who often learns what is going on with President Zheng in the imperial capital. Everyone's subconscious understanding of Zheng Ren has already reached the level of admiration.

He hurriedly carried Aunt Chen onto the stretcher, but Zheng Ren didn't follow him back.

Datura poisoning is also a kind of food poisoning, but it is relatively rare. He had already told Mr. Wang about the treatment methods. No matter how many things Zheng Ren went back with, he couldn't do anything. It was not necessary at all.

Aunt Chen was carried down, and the room became quiet.

Chu Yanran's mother and another poker friend followed to the hospital, while the rest of the owner of the house looked at Zheng Ren in a daze.

Zheng Ren picked up Aunt Chen's water glass, smelled the smell inside, and handed it to Su Yun.

"You smell it, and I'll say it smells a little weird when you enter the house."

Su Yun smelled it, and asked suspiciously: "Boss, did Hei Zi inherit it from you?"

"Don't talk nonsense, this is the smell of mandala." Zheng Ren said.

"Doctor, what is a mandala?" the aunt asked.

"Uh... we don't see many of them here. A little further south, they are everywhere." Zheng Ren said.

"Is it the kind of poison described in Liang Yusheng's novels?" Su Yun asked.

"Well, it's similar." Zheng Ren said, "All parts of the datura plant can be used as medicine, which has cough and pain relief effects, and can be used to treat arthritis and joint pain. For example, rheumatism, rheumatoid and so on."

"Auntie, does Aunt Chen have rheumatism?" Zheng Ren then asked.

"Ah? Hmm!" The aunt was already dumbfounded, and when she heard about rheumatism, she nodded repeatedly, "Yesterday, I went with her to see a miracle doctor, and they said it was a folk prescription for rheumatism, which has been handed down for eighteen generations. A medicine must be good, he said he has cured countless people."

"..." Zheng Ren felt disgusted.

What the hell is a genius doctor, and he returned the folk remedies handed down by his ancestors for eighteen generations. Where was Northeast before? That is the barren land of the extreme north!

Zheng Ren could barely believe that there was an old traditional Chinese medicine handed down from his ancestors in the south. Not to mention others, Master Yan used traditional Chinese medicine to regulate his blood sugar, and his blood sugar has been well controlled is an example.

But the Northeast... Hehe.

Those who came from the east of the Guandong back then, if they had this kind of folk prescription, they would not have left their hometowns to seek a living in the black land.

"I took some medicine, but it's actually not medicine, but some kind of fruit. I haven't seen it before." The aunt said, "A dozen or so, more than 1,300 yuan, said to be one piece at a time. Boil water and drink it. The genius doctor said that it will be good in half a month, and if it is not good, smash his house's signboard."

"Where is Aunt Chen's house?" Zheng Ren asked, "Go and inform Aunt Chen's family, and take a look at the water she boiled with mandala."

"Um."

The aunt was also very happy, and asked the three of them to help watch the house, and ran out at a trot.

"You really dare to drink anything." Su Yun sighed, "I was scared to death just now, I thought the old lady would have a heart attack."

"You can't take it lightly. How big is Mahjong, you still take it seriously." Zheng Ren said.

"Playing mahjong is not about winning money, but about seeing the sad and indignant expressions of the other three after I win the cards." Su Yun chuckled, "Boss, once during Chinese New Year, I was playing mahjong at home, and a relative who was not pleasing to the eye was there. Northeast mahjong, I even covered twelve treasure clips, and covered their faces black."

"Is it good to have time to read some books?" Zheng Ren disagreed.

"President Zheng, what is a mandala? Why don't I know." Chu Yanran asked.

"Mandala is not called that way here. It is a scientific name. There are many nicknames, such as dog walnut, big morning glory, wild castor, gastrodia, mountain eggplant, drunken flower, maple flower, datura and so on. .

It is a Solanaceae plant with more than 20 species, most of which grow in fields, roadsides, ditches, and river banks. "

"Is it alkaloid poisoning such as scopolamine, scopolamine, and atropine?" Su Yun asked.

"yes."

"Boss, how did you notice it when you entered the room? Come, teach me." Su Yun was a little unconvinced.

"Aunt Chen's feet are shaking, her hands are unsteady, and the corners of her mouth twitch. Although it's not obvious, there is definitely something wrong when you look closely."

"You knew it was Datura poisoning?"

"I didn't know in the morning, it's just a suspicion." Zheng Ren smiled, "But she's sick and I can smell the water in the glass."

Saying that, the aunt ran back.

She was carrying a transparent glass electric kettle in her hand.