General, the Madam is calling you to Farm

Chapter 183 Healing the Old Marquis

When Su Mo was about to enter, he was stopped by Su Xiaoxiao.

"Young Master Su, please wait outside."

Su Mo glanced at Fu Langzhong, obviously, he thought this was what Fu Langzhong meant.

Fu Lang said in the middle, You see I am useless, I am just an ordinary person, and I came to study along the way ...

He said calmly: "Yes, when I practice medicine, I don't like to be bullied by others."

Heaven and Earth, he actually spoke to the future heir of the big house Zhenbei Hou, whether he could get out of the capital alive——

Su Mo pulled his leg as usual, and said to Fu Langzhong: "Then, please, Doctor Fu."

Fu Langzhong was sweating coldly.

scared him to death hey ...

Su Xiaoxiao closed the door and clicked on the bolts.

Su Mo stared at the closed door for a moment, held the anxiety in his heart, and waited in silence.

The little waiter at the side was confused and told his son to get out of the house. The imperial physician didn't pretend like that, right?

The house was filled with a strong medicinal fragrance, the doors and windows were closed, the smell could not be lost, and the stuffyness made people dizzy.

Su Xiaoxiao opened the window.

Fu Langzhong said: "Can the old marquis blow the wind? The city is still very cold."

Su Xiaoxiao took the pole and pressed into Xuan's window: "The ward must maintain air circulation, a little wind will not interfere."

The curtain of the arhat bed was also lowered, and it was so closed that it was stifling even when she was not sick.

Su Xiaoxiao took the curtains and hung them with a hook.

Fu Langzhong came to help and hung the other half of the curtain.

Sick skinny and old faces appeared in their eyes.

Fu Langzhong had met the old marquis when he was young. Although there were only a few faces, the majestic and burly Marquis Zhenbei left a deep impression on him.

Who would have imagined that, in just twenty years, the first rank Marquis who had beheaded the enemy king while laughing and holding the northern region would really become what it is today?

Fu Langzhong felt an overwhelming sadness in his heart.

The boy did not shed tears easily, but he had yet to reach the pitiful part.

Fu Langzhong's eyes suddenly reddened: "How could it be like this ... How can it be like this ..."

Su Xiaoxiao could not sympathize with Fu Lang, but from the doctor's point of view, this patient did suffer a lot of pain.

When I was young, I failed to take care of my body. There were many minor injuries and old wounds. The same place was torn repeatedly and severely injured. After healing, an extremely ugly scar grew.

A few wounds would leave residual symptoms, and he repeatedly tormented his body in countless cold and cold nights.

The one on top is a wound, he's still sick.

I can't imagine how full this hole is.

Su Xiaoxiao calmly took the patient's pulse, took out a stethoscope from the small medicine box Liu Ping had made for her, and listened to the heart and lung sounds.

Arrhythmias.

located on pulse object.

He took out another sphygmomanometer, lifted the patient's sleeve, and took a blood pressure measurement.

Blood pressure is a bit low.

Su Xiaoxiao opened her eyelids with her finger again, and checked the changes of her pupils with a small flashlight.

The pupil size is the same, the corneal reflection is almost invisible, and the light reflection disappears.

The current situation between a moderate coma and a severe coma, without intervention, the brainstem response will disappear altogether, namely heavy coma, respiratory failure, cardiac arrest, and worse, brain death.

Su Xiaoxiao looked at her fingers again.

Su Xiaoxiao's calm and composed treatment practice helped Fu Langzhong out of her depressed and sad mood.

He wiped his tears, cheered, and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Su Xiaoxiao said: "Continue to measure the patient's blood pressure, two to three times in an hour."

"okay." Fu Langzhong came to the bedside and took the sphygmomanometer.

Su Xiaoxiao opened the door and walked out.

Su Xiaoxiao said: "Before answering you, I want to know about the patient's diet and daily life."

Su Mo took a deep breath, nodded patiently, and said to the servant next to him, "Who has been taking care of grandfather lately?"

"Little." Said the boy.

Su Xiaoxiao asked about the patient's eating habits, and the waiter answered truthfully.

Laohouye loved to drink, and the people who licked blood with knives, ate meat and drank in large bowls, had just been happy.

The old man did not listen too much to advice, preferably to drink or drink.

It was only half a year ago that the old man couldn't take it anymore, so he stopped drinking.

The meat is eaten continuously.

Su Xiaoxiao nodded and said, "When was the last time the patient ate?"

The waiter said: "Yesterday afternoon, I drank two mouthfuls of porridge, and until now, there was no rice dripping."

"How long have you been in a coma? Explain it specifically," Su Xiao said.

"It's..." The little boy scratched his head.

Su Mo said: "I came to my grandfather last night and wanted him to eat something. Grandpa said he couldn't eat it, so he fell asleep and didn't wake up again in the morning."

Su Xiaoxiao said: "So you don't know exactly when he is in a coma?"

The little servant lowered his head: "A little incompetent."

Being in a coma at night was the easiest thing to ignore, and it was no wonder this little servant.

"Have you experienced nausea, vomiting, coughing and other recent symptoms?"

"There's some!" said the waiter.

"How long?" Su Xiaoxiao asked.

The boy replied, "It started last winter."

Su Mo frowned: "Why didn't I hear it?"

The servant lowered his head: "Old Marquis is not telling the truth, because he couldn't bear it last month, so he invited the imperial physician to come, and the imperial physician prescribed a prescription, which is much better. Who would have thought that half a month ago, his condition returned to normal. Suddenly deteriorated."

Su Xiaoxiao said again: "Can you suffer from angina?"

"This ... I don't know how small it was, the old man could handle it ..."

Su Xiaoxiao understood what he meant, the old marquis belonged to the one who did not cry when he was in pain.

Su Xiaoxiao had made some conclusions, but further diagnosis was needed.

He said to Su Mo, "Your grandfather's illness still needs further diagnosis, but you said that he suddenly got worse half a month ago, and I found the reason."

"What's wrong?" ask Su Mo.

"Poisoned." Su Xiaoxiao said seriously.

Su Mo suddenly changed color.

Su Xiaoxiao continued: "I don't know what the poison is, but your grandfather did have symptoms of poisoning."

Su Mo's breathing stagnated: "Can, can you finish it?"

"Let me try."

After saying that, Su Xiaoxiao entered the room and closed the door again.

Su Mo clenched his fists.

Grandpa poisoned...

"Has the old man really been poisoned? What kind of poison did he get?"

Inside the house, Fu Langzhong asked.

"I don't know." Su Xiaoxiao said honestly.

He didn't know much about the ancient poison, so he really didn't know what kind of poison the old man had poisoned.

Fu Langzhong was stunned: "I don't know what the poison is ... How do I handle it?"

Su Xiaoxiao aimed at the bottle of "Bezoar Jiedu Pills" in the small medicine box.