Chapter 251 Convinced and Malted Milk
in the living room.

When the senior leader saw them coming back, he knew that they had gone to the next door to check, so he quickly asked, "Comrade Wang Mengde, how is Xiaojie doing?"

Xiaojie is the patient's nickname.

"Boss, the situation is better than I thought. At first, I was worried that the patient had liver disease. I just checked and found nothing for now. There are only some other complications."

Wang Mengde briefly introduced the specific situation.

On the way back, he was thinking about how to treat the disease, and now he already has some general ideas and thoughts in his mind.

Combining acupuncture, plasters and drug treatments, I can't say that it can completely cure the disease, but it can reduce pain and allow you to live like a normal person, but there is no problem.

"Oh, great. You have full authority over how to treat me and what I need. Just tell me or my secretary and we will do our best to cooperate with you."

The big leader said happily.

This relative is his nephew, who grew up in another place. He came to Beijing for treatment because he was not feeling well two years ago.

"Then I'll prescribe a prescription for you to take for two weeks to regulate your condition and see how your condition changes..."

Wang Mengde planned to give the patient some medicine to regulate his body first.

Due to long-term illness and medication, as well as the disease, the patient's current condition is very bad. I just asked the secretary and learned that the patient's appetite is very small.

No matter what the food was, he would vomit it out after taking a few bites, and at most he would drink some porridge or clear soup.

Before he could finish his words, the leader's wife interrupted him while he was pausing:
"Doctor Wang, I'm sorry, but Xiaojie is in a bad mood because of his illness. In addition, the medicine has not been effective, so he is a little resistant now.

Even if I force myself to swallow it, I will spit it out very quickly. During this time, a lot of medicine is wasted and I can only rely on intravenous infusion for treatment."

Although her boss had already given her a "vaccination", she still didn't quite believe that the other party could really cure her.

Therefore, he said this half-truthfully, as a way of giving Wang Mengde a way out, hoping that he would give up.

"Yes, he does have this problem now. Comrade Wang Mengde, can you see if there is any good way to make him eat it without vomiting it out?"

The big boss also quickly followed suit and spoke with concern.

He is usually very busy with work and his wife takes care of the family. I have mentioned this issue to him several times before.

When I heard my wife talking about this, I suddenly remembered this matter. After she finished speaking, I looked across with anticipation.

After listening to what the two people said, Wang Mengde fell into silence.

Not being able to swallow medicine is indeed a problem, not to mention that I can’t even eat much.

There is a famous saying in Traditional Chinese Medicine: "Three parts treatment, seven parts care."

It means that when a person is sick, he mainly relies on nursing, and the prerequisite for nursing is that he must be able to eat.

Seeing him frowning in thought, everyone else in the living room stopped talking and just waited quietly.

After about five or six minutes, Wang Mengde raised his head and said slowly:

"This is indeed a problem. It seems that we need to give the patient some strong medicine first, so that he can eat and drink medicine.

Big boss, I need the kitchen to cook a bowl of millet porridge first, and then prepare a spittoon, gauze, alcohol lamp, thick needles and syringes for injection, as well as plenty of warm water and towels. "

Hearing that he wanted these things, although he didn't know what he was going to do, the leader still nodded without hesitation, and then instructed the secretary:
"Prepare as Comrade Wang Mengde said, and quickly."

"Yes, I'll get ready right now."

The secretary agreed and walked out quickly.

After a while, he came in and said to the leader and Wang Mengde:

"Leader, Doctor Wang, everything is ready, except for the millet porridge, which Comrade He Yuzhu is cooking. It will take some time to cook."

"Don't worry about the millet porridge yet. Once everything else is ready, let's treat the patient first."

Wang Mengdezhen stood up and said with a smile.

Four people, all wearing masks, came next door along with two staff members.

Because ascites is a serious infectious disease, the leader's nephew did not live with them, but had a separate house next door.

When I entered the room, Xiao Jie was curled up on the bed with dull eyes, frowning, and his hands covering his abdomen.

When he saw them coming in, he said nothing.

"Xiao Jie, Doctor Wang just came. He wants to treat you. Please cooperate with him."

The leader's wife came closer and spoke softly.

"Auntie, I don't want to take medicine."

Xiaojie raised his head with difficulty and said in a hoarse voice.

He no longer had any hope for his illness.

In the past few years, I have visited many hospitals, big and small, and the amount of medicine I have taken, to put it bluntly, is almost as much as the amount of food I have eaten.

But the condition did not improve at all, instead it continued to get worse.

If he had the courage, he would have wanted to find a place where no one was around and end his life when he was terminally ill.

“We don’t need to take medicine this time, we only need to use needles.

You may feel a little uncomfortable for a while, just bear with it, it will be fine soon."

Wang Mengde walked up to him, shook the silver needle, syringe and needle in his hand, and spoke softly.

"Haha, no matter how painful it is, it can't be as painful as this disease.

It's okay, just give me the needle, I will cooperate with you."

When Xiao Jie heard that he didn't need to take medicine, he breathed a sigh of relief and said nonchalantly.

As long as he doesn't take medicine, it will be fine. Recently, every time he takes medicine, it feels like torture to him.

After the big boss and his wife left, Wang Mengde began to make arrangements.

The secretary helped the patient up and sat him on the edge of the bed. He then took off his shirt, washed it with warm water, and then disinfected it with alcohol.

Wang Mengde picked up a dozen silver needles, burned them on the alcohol lamp, and then quickly inserted them into several acupuncture points on his chest.

After the silver needle was inserted, he picked up the injection needle next to him and injected it into the swollen area.

Because of the space, he now knows much more about the human body than all the medical staff in the world.

Therefore, there was no hesitation at all when inserting the needle.

Before he could move, some yellow liquid slowly appeared in the syringe.

At this time, one of the staff members quickly handed the spittoon to him.

It took about ten minutes to draw out several tubes of liquid, and my stomach was obviously much smaller.

After simply bandaging the wound, Wang Mengde signaled the staff to take out the spittoon and syringe. Then, he took out a dozen silver needles and continued to insert the needles.

He waited until a blush appeared on the patient's sallow face before he put the needle away.

Outside.

After washing his hands and disinfecting them, Wang Mengde explained to the leader and his wife:
"Leader, today's treatment is over. Wait half an hour and the patient will want to eat something. The millet porridge is ready, so you can let him drink half a bowl.

Remember, you must not drink too much. Even if the patient asks you to do so, you cannot follow his wishes.

For the next week, each meal could consist of a maximum of one bowl of millet porridge and half a white flour steamed bun, no more.

I will prescribe a few more Chinese medicines for you to drink once in the morning and evening. If you have any problem, you can come to me at any time. " "Okay, I'll make a note of this. Comrade Wang Mengde, thank you for your hard work. Let's go to the living room and take a rest. "

The big leader thanked with a smile.

The leader's wife had her doubts in her heart, but she remembered her husband's instructions and did not say it to his face.

Instead, he planned to wait for half an hour, and if his nephew had no appetite, he would be punished.

A few people came to the living room and sat there chatting, while the secretary quietly got up and went out to make arrangements.

It's approaching noon.

The food for Shazhu is almost ready.

The big boss was about to start eating when his secretary came in hurriedly. He said with a happy face:

"Boss, great news. Xiaojie just wanted to eat and is drinking millet porridge now."

"Really? I'll go check it out."

Without waiting for the big boss to speak, the lady stood up hastily and walked out quickly.

Soon, she was back.

"Haha, Doctor Wang, you are really amazing. Just as you said, Xiaojie drank half a bowl of millet porridge and wanted more. This is the first time he wanted to eat in more than a year."

The leader’s wife raised her thumb with admiration and said to Wang Mengde.

She was now completely convinced.

Doctor Wang said that the patient would start to feel hungry in half an hour. She just checked the time and it was exactly half an hour and two minutes.

"Haha, now you are convinced. I have told you long ago that Comrade Wang Mengde is really capable, but you still don't believe it."

The big boss also laughed and joked.

There was hope for his nephew's condition, and he felt a lot more relaxed.

"I didn't expect that Doctor Wang is so capable at such a young age. Now that I see it with my own eyes, I am convinced."

The boss's wife was not annoyed, she explained cheerfully.

"This is the second time you've made a mistake. The first time was when it came to Comrade He Yuzhu."

As soon as I mentioned Sha Zhu, he pushed the door and walked in. He had a white towel on his shoulders and was holding two plates in his hands.

“I heard my name before I even entered the door. I guess I’m hungry.

Please eat first, the following dishes will be ready soon."

As he said that, he put two plates on the dining table.

"Haha, I'm really hungry. Comrade He Yuzhu, you've worked hard. We'll wait for you to eat together."

The big boss said happily.

"No, you guys eat first, don't let the food get cold, I'll be ready soon."

The dinner table.

Among the four people, except for the leader's wife who does not drink, the other three people had a full wine glass in front of them.

After taking a bite of food and putting it in his mouth, the leader said with a satisfied look:

"Comrade He Yuzhu, why don't you come to our house and be a chef? The Sichuan cuisine you cook is very authentic."

Because of the butterfly effect of Wang Mengde's time travel, Sha Zhu and the big boss also met each other a few years earlier.

The two of them were destined to be together and soon became friends regardless of age difference.

Every now and then, Sha Zhu would come here, cook a meal for them, and then chat and play chess with them.

"Well, boss, forget it. I like being a cook in the steel mill. I'll come here often in the future."

Sha Zhu refused without even thinking about it.

This kind of invitation has happened several times before.

He rejected this good offer after careful consideration.

A meal for both the guest and the host.

In the afternoon, Wang Mengde left a prescription and rode his bicycle home with Sha Zhu.

There was a net bag hanging on Shazhu's handlebars, which contained several lunch boxes, which were the meals brought back from the big boss's home.

He had a canvas bag hanging on his body, which was bulging with milk powder and other goodies given by the wife of the big boss.

Wang Mengde's bag was also filled with gifts, including a large raw pork elbow, several canned foods and two cans of Lekoufu malted milk.

Lekoufu brand malted milk is produced by Jiufu Pharmaceutical Factory, a long-established domestic manufacturer. In the 1920s and 1930s, they introduced Swiss products for research.

After liberation, the Shanghai Coffee Factory officially took over the production of Jiufu's "Lekoufu".

In this era, this product is popular all over the country. It exudes a strong milky aroma and is considered a "high-end nutritional product" that only wealthy people can afford.

If anyone buys a can, they will keep it carefully in the cupboard and take it out to entertain guests when they come.

Even when entertaining, he is frugal and doesn't spend lavishly.

At this time, families usually would not eat the malted milk even if it clumped together.

Only children would quietly open the can and secretly brew a bowl of milk, letting the rich milk aroma linger between their lips and teeth, becoming the childhood memory of many people.

During the difficult times two years ago, Wang Mengde received a can from President Lu.

Ran Xiaomei was reluctant to give it to the children at that time, so she asked him to take it back to Tiangezhuang to provide nutrition for grandparents.

Now that the domestic situation has improved a lot, malted milk has naturally gradually entered the market.

Of course, this also requires a ticket to buy, and it is still not affordable for ordinary families.

arrive home.

When they saw what he brought back, Wang Yuanxun and Wang Yuandi, each holding a jar, shouted happily:
"Maltese, it's malted milk. I want to drink it. I want to drink it."

They had drunk it several times before and were very impressed by the taste.

"I want to drink too."

At this time, Yaya also rushed over with her little feet.

Maybe she inherited He Shengnan's genes. She is also a greedy girl and has a low resistance to delicious food.

"Give me the stuff and I'll make a bowl for each of you."

Ran Xiaomei, who came upon hearing the news, reached out and took two cans of malted milk, then carefully placed one of them in the cupboard.

Then, she made six more bowls of tea. In addition to the ones for the five children, she also made a bowl for her daughter-in-law.

After drinking a bowl with her daughter-in-law, Ran Xiaomei smacked her lips and said happily:
"Well, this malted milk is really delicious. Meng De, later, you ride your bike to Caochang Hutong and take this can of malted milk and two cans of food to your in-laws.

Xiao Guo had just given birth to a child, so it was a good opportunity for her to replenish her nutrition.”

As he said this, he put the things into a shoulder bag.

(End of this chapter)