Vietnam-China People's Hospital, Burn Surgery Inpatient Department.

The burned mother and daughter Ding Xinjuan were arranged to stay in the sterile ward.

Since their entire bodies were smeared with pot ashes and herbs, they looked like two "black carbon men" from a distance.

Immediately, the news spread around the Yuezhong People's Hospital, saying that Director Chen had found two patients who had been burned all over their bodies. They were completely black and very scary.

Those gossipy medical staff, especially many doctors and nurses in the surgical department, went to the burn department in twos and threes, looked at the patients through the glass, and then pointed at the two patients.

"Hey, my whole body is burned like this, can I still be saved?"

"Dean Chen is really lucky. He can find such weird patients. This is a test of the skills of the burn department."

"He was so crazy right from the start. It seems that the burn surgery department is going crazy."

"That's not necessarily true. Our dean has never failed."

As the director of the Department of Surgery, Zhu Huoyan hurried over after hearing the news. As soon as he entered the ward, he smelled a strong fishy smell.

"Chen Qi, what's going on?"

Even if Chen Qi is the dean, he still behaves like a "lower-level doctor" and reports medical records in front of him.

"Teacher Zhu, it's like this. The mother and daughter were burned in a fire at home a month ago due to family conflicts. After the burns, they had no formal treatment because they had no money. They took oxytetracycline for a few days to fight infection. The family members

We have always used folk remedies to treat..."

Zhu Huoyan was also surprised when he heard this, "You are still alive after a month? What kind of earthwork did you use?"

Chen Qi couldn't help but marvel when he thought of this:

"Yes, it is an ointment made from the ashes from the bottom of the earthen stove at home, mixed with a bunch of herbs, and stirred with tung oil. Then you can see it, smeared all over the body, and the whole person looks like a beggar's chicken.

"

Several young doctors nearby glanced at the two patients on the bed and thought that they would never eat "beggar's chicken" again in their lives.

Zhu Huoyan fell into deep thought. As a senior doctor, he had the same idea as Chen Qi. He immediately realized that such a large area of ​​​​the body would not die for a month. The so-called folk remedies must have unknown benefits.

At this time, Mr. Shen Changzhen, a Chinese medicine practitioner who was standing at the door watching the excitement, spoke:

"Dean Chen, I think this folk remedy has its merits. It is not some random Chinese herbal medicine. You are looking down on Chinese medicine. I, Old Shen, are not convinced!"

Shen Changzhen is over 60 years old this year and is a senior doctor at the Yue Zhong Hospital.

In the doctor's profession, as long as you live a long time, the older you get, the more popular you become. This is true for patients, and it is also true for your seniority in the unit.

Chen Qi and Zhu Huoyan looked back and saw that it was Lao Shen from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, so they greeted him politely:

"Teacher Shen, I'm sorry that I used the wrong words, but I really don't understand Chinese medicine very well. Why don't you explain it to me?"

Song Yanzi did not dare to cry, but let her tears linger and asked weakly:

"Uncle Chen, will the treatment be very painful?"

Chen Qi squatted down and tried his best to smile:

"It will hurt, very painful, just like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. The process will be very painful, but after this painful process, it will turn into a beautiful little butterfly.

The same goes for you. Now you are sick and injured. There are so many dark and ugly things all over your body. My uncle wants to clean them all up so that he can cure the disease and make you beautiful again.

of."

Children from poor families should become masters early. This is absolutely true. Song Yanzi just shed tears, but she understood what Chen Qi said:

"Uncle, grandma said you are good people and good people who treat our illnesses. I believe you. Come on, I will endure the pain no matter what."

Chen Qi knew that he could not wait any longer. The long-term pain would be worse than the short-term pain, so he nodded:

"Okay, uncle promises you that he will definitely cure you. And I heard that you really want to go to school. When you get better, uncle will pay your tuition for you and let you become a glorious Young Pioneer. Okay?

good?"

"Okay, thank you uncle."

The little girl said her thanks with tears in her eyes. Chen Qi nodded to his assistants and started the "skin-peeling operation."

To remove the "scab" formed by the ash and Chinese herbal medicine on the bottom of the pot, you must first soak the scab with salt water to soften it, and then slowly tear it off with a camera. This seemingly simple action is very difficult for two people, one big and one small.

The patient suffered terribly and kept screaming.

Chen Qi worked hard for half an hour and only cleaned less than 10% of the wounds.

Director Zhu is not optimistic either.

"Chen Qi, I have to stop here. The patient has already fainted from the pain. If this continues, he will suffer from painful shock. It is too dangerous. We need to find a way."
Chapter completed!