Chapter 272 Suspended

  I have used all the methods that can be used in the hospital, but it is useless.

  Wang An saw An Ming's wife and his two children for the second time. They looked like they were in their teens and were already sensible. Their eyes were red, obviously they had just cried.

  Anming's wife was slightly taken aback 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.

   "Heard the news and come over to see, what about others?"

   "In the intensive care unit." An Ming's wife said.

   "I want to go in and see him."

   "Ask the doctor."

  Wang An didn't say too much politeness. When they were talking here, Xu Qi had already brought the attending doctor over.

  After carefully reading An Ming's various reports, listening to the explanation of the attending doctor, Wang An entered the intensive care unit after some disinfection.

  Now An Ming is hanging on his breath. The weak breathing is several times lower than the humming of mosquitoes,

  Looking at An Ming, who was pale, with blood blisters on his face, neck, and arms.

  Wang An felt that his "aura" was very weak, like a wisp of smoke, which might dissipate at any time.

   This is his uncle, with a line saying "I am your uncle, blood is thicker than water", there is indeed that kind of blood relationship between the two of them, that's why Wang An came all the way to meet him and see if he can save him.

  An Ming's lips moved, and he made an undetectable sound. Even if people lay down in front of him, they might not be able to hear this sound, but Wang An could hear it very clearly.

   "Mom, Dad"

  When he was seriously ill and dying, what An Ming cared about was not his wife and son, but two old people in the mountain village.

  Wang An raised his hand to hold An Ming's skinny arm, carefully testing his left and right hands.

  He was still wearing the isolation suit, and he could still feel the weak pulse of the other party, which seemed to be absent. This was already similar to the dead pulse mentioned in the medical book.

  "For those who hold the Tibetan pulse of the true meridian, the liver governs the emergency, and dies in eighteen days; the heart, in nine days, dies; the lungs, in twelve days; the kidneys, in seven days; the spleen, in four days."

  Anming's current situation is that all internal organs have been "suspended".

  If Wang An's prediction is correct, An Ming won't survive tonight, and one of his feet has already stepped into the gate of hell. This situation is much more serious than that of Lu Siying that day.

  A medical staff followed and looked at Wang An.

  She just wants to get out of here quickly. The disease of the person in front of her is very terrifying and contagious. Up to now, most of the people who have been sick have died, and the rest are lingering on their last days. According to the inference of the treatment team, they will not survive tonight.

   "How to save him?" Wang An looked at An Ming who was lying on the hospital bed.

  He thought about this question on the way here, and what he can think of now is true anger.

   "We can only see if we can create miracles again. If he can survive, it means he is dying. If he dies, it is his destiny."

  Wang An reached out and untied An Ming's clothes, his chest was covered with skin and bones.

   "What is he going to do?" The doctor outside was a little puzzled when he saw this.

   "Please go out." Wang An said to the medical staff on the side.

   "But this does not comply with the regulations." The medical staff said.

   "It's okay, if they ask, just say I let you out."

  The medical staff hesitated for a while, turned 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 Vessel." He released a wisp of true energy into the opponent's meridians.

  The meridian is dry, and the qi and blood will be exhausted.

  Well, Wang An raised his hand and stared at An Ming for a while, thinking, this fragile meridian is like paper, as long as it is slightly stimulated, it is likely to burst and shatter in an instant.

   True Qi, meridians, acupuncture points?

  Wang An suddenly tapped the Tanzhong acupoint on his chest, and then tapped the acupoints along the heart vein.

  Heart Meridian, Lung Meridian, Liver Meridian, Spleen Meridian... Twelve Orthodox Meridians, there are about 52 single points, 309 double points, 50 extra points outside the meridian, a total of 720 points.

  He used his own qi to stimulate the acupuncture points all over An Ming's body. The process was not fast, and he controlled his own qi very meticulously.

  Wang An's zhenqi is like a mighty river, branching out like a trickle, piercing into the acupuncture points, and then withdrawing quickly, leaving a few drops in the process of withdrawing.

   To Wang An, this point of true energy is nothing more than a drop in the bucket, or a grain of rice in Taicang. But it contains pure energy and a breath of turmoil. If An Ran's body can absorb one-tenth of it, there is some possibility of bringing the dead back to life.

   "That's all I can help you tonight, see if you can live to see yourself, my grandma and grandpa are still waiting for you in the mountain village." Wang An said this for the comatose An Ming to hear.

  When a person is about to die, the key is whether the will to survive is strong enough to survive with one breath.

   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.

   After about an hour, beep, beep, the instrument showed that An Ming's heart rate had increased. Two hours later, his fingers moved.

  The zhenqi left by Wang An in his body is a mass of energy, the purest biological energy. They have already begun to play a role in dispelling evil and strengthening the body, just like rounds of the sun, where they are, they shine through the haze.

  Those pathogenic bacteria are the "evil" from outside to An Ran, and the way Wang An stays in his body is the "good" from outside, and the evil does not overpower the good.

   Before dawn, An Ming slowly opened his eyes.

  Early in the morning, the doctor began a routine inspection round, and when the attending doctor checked An Ran, he was stunned.

   "What's the situation? Last night, I saw a person who was about to die at any time. Today, all the life indicators have improved a lot!"

   After coming to the hospital again, Wang An found that the way the medical staff looked at him had changed.

   So far, all the other infected people have died, leaving An Ming alone.

   "Where did this guy come from? How did he treat it? Didn't you see him holding the equipment and medicinal materials?!"

   "Hello, may I ask which hospital you work in and can you share 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, and it seemed that he would leave this world at any time. After the ward round today, the doctor said that the situation is much better than yesterday.

   "Unexpectedly, his cheap nephew is actually a miracle doctor, no, didn't An Ming say that his nephew is doing nothing at home all day long? If he really has such superb medical skills, how many hospitals would he have to hire him, and some of them live in a small mountain village?"

  After communicating with the doctor, Wang An entered the intensive care unit again, and tried An Ming's pulse. Judging from the pulse, it was indeed much stronger than last time, and the "aura" emitted by his body was indeed stronger than yesterday. This is a marked improvement in performance.

  The medical staff who came in from the side all stared at Wang An, hoping to see how he would treat him. Unexpectedly, Wang An took a look and found no treatment, so he stayed for a while and then left.

   "Well, this, how did this go, isn't it treated?"

   Originally wanted to see how he was treated, but came in and looked lonely.

  After coming out of the intensive care unit, Wang An found Xu Qi.

   "I talked to you about Chidan last time. I told you that after taking Chidan, you need to take medicinal materials that moisturize the internal organs after a period of time. Have you refined this medicinal material?"

   "It's done, it has been promoted, and it has been improved to the second generation, and the effect is good." Xu Qi said.

  After Wang An disclosed this news last time, he discussed with Lu Xiangyi 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 analyze and develop it. After some experiments, the first generation of medicine was produced, and then it was tested with Chidan. The results proved that with the help of this medicine, the destructive side effects of Chidan on the body were reduced to a low level, and the curative effect exceeded their expectations.

   During the subsequent human trials, they continued to explore and debug, and now they have developed a second-generation drug with better effects and fewer side effects.

   "Can you get me some?"

  Wang An felt that this kind of medicinal material should have a very good effect on An Ming's current illness.

   "Okay, I'll coordinate right away." Xu Qi immediately called to coordinate.

  The phone call was made in the morning, and the medicine arrived in the afternoon, and the Special Affairs Bureau sent someone to deliver it as quickly as possible.

  A small bottle, inside is a viscous liquid like loquat paste, with a unique medicinal fragrance.

   "We need to give him 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 the notice from above, and he had to fully cooperate with what these people were going to do.

   "A potion that nourishes the viscera."

  The doctor took it over and looked at it. The drug has only one code name "BZT", the specific formula is unknown, and there are simple instructions for use. It can be taken directly or diluted with water.

   "Is this a special medicine?" This doctor is not everyone who has never seen the world, and he vaguely guessed its origin when he saw the packaging and label of this 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 this city.

   After another day passed, An Ming's health improved again.

  Wang An tried to transfer a ray of true energy into his main meridian, trying to help him recover by stimulating the circulation of qi and blood. At the beginning, he only helped him dredge one meridian, and the effect was not very obvious.

  The main reason is that 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 true energy is not omnipotent.

  Based on his current cultivation base and the combination of medicines, he can only keep An Ming alive, which has made a slight turn for the better, but it is extremely difficult for him to recover in a relatively short period of time.

  It took him dozens of days to treat Lu Siying.

  Although his cultivation base is much higher than before, An Ming's illness is far more serious than Lu Siying's. If you want to use zhenqi to heal him with obvious effect, I'm afraid it will take at least dozens of days.

  When it was dark, Wang An used his true energy to dredge Anming's meridians again. This time, he did not only dredge one of the meridians like the first time, but prepared to dredge all of Anming's twelve serious meridians in one go.

  Back when he was dredging the meridians for Lu Siying, his own cultivation was not enough, and he didn't have enough control over his true qi. With his practice in the past few years, he has mastered the use of true qi in a subtle way, and he can control it with ease.

   When the true energy circulated in An Ming's body, it also sent back some information to Wang An.

  Anming's body seemed to have been ravaged by flames. His internal organs and muscle tissues were damaged to varying degrees.

   "So fragile!"

  Through An Ming's meridians, Wang An felt the fragility of his uncle's body. The meridians, viscera, and other organs are all vulnerable to a single blow.

   After dredging the meridians, An Ming's mouth moved.

   "Wang An?" He recognized Wang An, called his name, and seemed to have something to say to him.

   "Take good care of your illness. If you have anything to say, wait until you are almost fully recovered." Wang An said calmly.

  One day passed quickly. On the third day, during the doctor's 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 that bone.

   "The bone has been transferred to a secret base for special research. If you want to see it, I can help you get in touch."

   "It's fine if you're not around here." He was just a little curious, what kind of bone could bring out such powerful pathogenic bacteria.

   "I have 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 that broken bone."

   "That means it's not a relic?"

   "Well, it might be a monster!" Xu Qi said.

   "Monster, what 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. I'm going to leave and go back to my hometown when An Ming's condition improves a little in a few days."

"What do you need me to do?"

   "Tomorrow I will have a chat with An Ming's wife. It is best for An Ming to transfer to another hospital and stay as close to me as possible."

  Wang An felt that his zhenqi should be able to restrain those pathogenic bacteria obviously, but An Ming's body could not make full use of it.

  (end of this chapter)