Dr. Song and his wife actually couldn't understand Gu Qingzhou's words.

I only know what Gu Qingzhou said.

What the **** is a gas machine?

"It's okay, if you drink the medicine tonight, the disease can be eradicated." Gu Qingzhou continued.

Both Dr. Song and Mrs. Song were stunned.

Mrs. Song's words blurted out: "Is it that simple?"

"It's the right medicine. The medicine is right, and simple medicine will work. As I said, the child is not a disease, but the qi is blocked by the cold evil." Gu Qingzhou smiled.

In Mrs. Song's memory, every time a family member gets sick and asks a doctor, it is a lot of medicine, which will never heal.

Now this young lady can be cured by simply saying a dose of medicine. Isn't she joking?

"Thank you Mrs. Young Master." Dr. Song answered. Believe it or not, people should be thankful for their actions.

Gu Qingzhou nodded.

"You take care of him for a while, I'll prescribe a prescription and ask someone to decoct the medicine." Gu Qingzhou smiled, "It's okay to take it back for you to fry, I'm afraid your home has no medicine stove, and the newly bought medicine stove will also be fed. You can't pick it up and use it."

This is considerate, it is very medical ethics.

Dr. Song nodded: "I'm in trouble, young lady."

Gu Qingzhou got up and went out.

Mrs. Song stroked her son's hair.

Under the action of Gu Qingzhou's acupuncture, the child seems to be less sore and lethargic.

"Alas!" Mrs. Song whispered, her voice choked, "Anan must not be in trouble, otherwise......"

"No." Dr. Song comforted his wife.

The child said it was painful, and it was not a day or two.

Every time I asked him, he couldn't explain clearly; when he checked him, there was no major problem, and Dr. Song was also puzzled, so he subconsciously misunderstood that the child was playing.

Until this morning, the child suddenly fell to the ground, his face like golden paper, and he was sweating profusely.

Dr. Song and his wife were dumbfounded, and they took the child to the hospital.

The pediatrician did various tests, and the diagnosis was the same as Dr. Song: the child was fine.

"In his situation, it seems that he has fallen into evil." The pediatrician's doctor is also Chinese.

No matter how the Chinese learn Western science, they cannot change the cultural precipitation in their bones.

The doctor's words frightened Song Yiheng and his wife.

I went up to ask the child where the pain was, but the child couldn't tell, only that the whole stomach hurt. On the contrary, after repeated inspection, there is still no disease.

"How about you go to the gastroenterology department to take a look?" There was nothing the pediatrics department could do.

Dr. Song hugged the child and transferred to the gastroenterology department.

After a series of inspections, the time came to 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and the conclusion was still the same.

Doctors can't see where the disease is in the child.

Mrs. Song cried at that time: "Is it really Zhongxie?"

The doctor from the gastroenterology department looked at it and said, "In the past, in our country, some people got mad while walking at night. It really looks like this!"

Fear subsided lightly, submerging Song Yiheng and his wife.

No, they have already lost a child and God will not take their second child!

Mrs. Song could not accept it and fainted on the spot.

The nurses hurriedly helped Mrs. Song up.

Later, it was Dr. Arnold who borrowed something from the gastroenterology department and saw Song Yiheng.

"Doctor Ai!" Song Yiheng went to the doctor in a hurry, and told a doctor in the burn department about his son's condition.

Dr. Ai has actually dabbled in every subject of Western medicine.

Hearing this, he looked at the results of various examinations before saying to Song Yiheng: "There is no disease in the organs, and I am helpless. You Chinese medicine doctors say that in addition to organs and blood, the human body also has qi and meridians.

These two things cannot be detected by instruments, nor can Western medicine understand them. The middle evil you are talking about may be a problem with qi or meridians. Why not go see a Chinese medicine doctor? "

Then, Dr. Ai talked about Gu Qingzhou again.

"...Mrs. Si Shao's medical skills are superb!" Dr. Ai said.

Song Yiheng and Mrs. Song, eager to save their child, hurriedly carried the child to He's Hundred Herbs Hall.

They still know the world.

If the children were taken directly to the military government, I was afraid that the adjutant would beat them out, and the young lady did not know the doctor in charge.

At that time, if the shopkeeper He can't cure it, he will naturally call the young lady.

Unexpectedly, where is the young lady actually.

Dr. Song felt that his son was lucky.

However, he was not sure that Gu Qingzhou could really cure his son.

Both Dr. Song and his wife thought about it: "Will it work?"

However, no way.

Until the pain faints, the child can't tell exactly how and where the pain is.

"Compared with the goddess in the countryside, traditional Chinese medicine is a little more reliable. Besides, Dr. Ai and Wang Qi, who opposes traditional Chinese medicine, both trust her, so let's give her some confidence." Song Yiheng told his wife, in fact, he was telling himself.

The two were still beating drums in their hearts.

This torment is excruciatingly painful.

An hour later, Gu Qingzhou's medicine was ready.

Song Yiheng thought again: "It's really a laborious thing to boil medicine, and Western medicine doesn't need to be so troublesome and increases the pain time of the patient."

He didn't dare to say anything, picked up the child and coaxed him to drink medicine.

The medicine was very bitter, and the child was fussing and refused to drink it.

In the end, it was the guys from the pharmacy who skillfully held down the child and poured the medicine down.

Gu Qingzhou said to Dr. Song and his wife: "You can take your children back to recuperate. Anyway, you are so close, so if there is an emergency, just come over immediately."

Doctor Song nodded.

He still felt that the sheets in the TCM clinic were not hygienic enough, and he was afraid that the children would get sicker.

So, the couple took the child back.

After returning, the child fell asleep.

Song Yiheng and his wife were not sleepy, and the two were murmuring beside them.

"Is it really useful?" Mrs. Song asked. "If it doesn't work, let's send Anan back to England."

"It's useful!" Song Yiheng said, not knowing whether he was comforting himself or his wife.

Song Yiheng heard Dr. Arnold calling Gu Qingzhou "Teacher". Song Yiheng was afraid that he would never forget this shock.

Since Arnold admired Gu Qingzhou so much, and Gu Qingzhou said it was fine, Song Yiheng decided to hold on to hope.

Mrs. Song did not dare, for fear that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment: "I still have to make preparations. If it doesn't work, I will send the child to Hong Kong......"

Saying that, I cried.

Mrs. Song thought of her eldest daughter.

The child is so cute, and a car accident will kill the jade, and life is so fragile.

Their husband and wife suffered from pain, and they left the place where they once lived and returned to the motherland.

If another child were to die, where would they hide?

Heaven and earth are big, where is their home?

"No, don't think about it." Dr. Song comforted his wife, but he also thought of his beloved daughter and couldn't hold back his tears.

The two stayed up all night.

The child slept soundly.

At five in the morning, the child woke up, rubbed his eyes, and muttered, "Go to the toilet."

Dr. Song woke up suddenly and asked him, "Anan, does it still hurt?"

The child was at a loss and asked, "Daddy, what hurts?"

Dr. Song was overjoyed.

I don't know what hurts, so it doesn't hurt, right?

Unexpectedly, the child said again, "Stomach hurts!"

Dr. Song's heart suddenly fell to the bottom, thinking: "Traditional Chinese medicine is really useless."

He took his son to the toilet.

The child has a little diarrhea.

After pulling, go back and fall back to sleep.

Dr. Song and Mrs. Song saw that the child slept soundly and was very peaceful in their dreams, and their hearts slowly fell, and the two fell asleep relying on them.

When I opened my eyes, the child was gone.

"Where's Anan?" Mrs. Song was shocked.

I hurriedly went out and asked the nurse, who pointed to the big locust tree in the backyard: "Where is it?"

It turned out that Anan went climbing a tree with his brother again.

Mrs. Song was surprised and happy, raised her face and asked, "Anan, do you still hurt?"

The child climbed high, like a monkey, and said, "It doesn't hurt!"

The sound is loud and sure.

Thinking of the cold sweat he broke down yesterday, and seeing him lively like a monkey today, Mrs. Song covered her lips and cried.

It was tears of joy.

"He's all right!" She turned around and said to Dr. Song who came out one step late, "Anan is fine, the young lady has cured him!"

Dr. Song was also stunned there.

In the early morning, Anan had diarrhea, and the cold evil was vented out, and the child who had slept full was full of energy.

His bubbly energy and loud voice resembled that of when he was in England, not the days when he became ill after returning home.

Anan is really good!

"No wonder Arnold called the young lady to call the teacher!" Dr. Song sighed, "I'm going to call the teacher too!"

Mrs. Song said, "Prepare for a heavy gift, hurry up and thank others!"

The couple coaxed Anan down from the tree.

Looking at him carefully, he was indeed healed.

The Western Hospital couldn't find it out. The young lady said it was a minor illness, but it was really just a minor illness!

"I'll take a look." Mrs. Song looked at the child and pressed his lower abdomen and chest, "Does it still hurt?"

In the past, the child didn't know where the pain was. After pressing it, he didn't know, either didn't answer or nodded.

This time, he giggled and was a little itchy when Mrs. Song pressed him, and said loudly, "It doesn't hurt!"

Mrs. Song's eyes turned red again.

The couple prepared gifts and went to He's Hundred Herbs Hall, just as Gu Qingzhou was there.

She came here on purpose today to see the Song family's children.

"Young madam, thank you!" Song Yiheng looked at Gu Qingzhou and felt completely changed.

His understanding of traditional Chinese medicine was completely subverted.

He knows that there is a thousand-year-old medical technique in Chinese culture, and it is reasonable.

Even if Chinese medicine is under attack, it is a thousand-year-old tradition, and it has its own precipitation and its own essence.

This young lady brought out all the essence of traditional Chinese medicine and made it sparkle.

Song Yiheng, who has studied Western medicine all his life, was convinced.

"You're welcome, it's just saving the dying." Gu Qingzhou smiled, then looked at He Mengde next to him.

He Mengde also laughed.

It was only at this time that Dr. Song remembered that he used to be mean, but when He Mengde was seeking a doctor, he didn't make any trouble, and put the patient first.

Like him, they have medical skills and medical ethics, and they are also qualified doctors.

His own humiliation of them in the past has become an immoral thing.

"Manager He, thank you very much!" Dr. Song stood up straight, then bent down deeply and bowed to He Mengde.

He Mengde was stunned.

It is normal to be scolded for practicing medicine, and it is normal to be looked down upon by Western medicine.

All of a sudden, the arrogant person actually bent over and saluted, He Mengde's eyes were hot and he almost burst into tears.

He felt respected.

This was given to him by Gu Qingzhou, and it was brought by medical skills!

"It's okay, don't do this!" He Mengde went to help Dr. Song.