Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1355 Something's Wrong About the Foul Thing (Happy National Day)

Zhang Fu gave a soft "hmm" and slowly lay back down on the bed, his hands still unconsciously gripping the edge of the blanket. It was clear that he was very anxious. He had already taken the medicine, but his body's reaction was still not very obvious, and he didn't know whether it would work.

On the other side, he was equally apprehensive, even though the book contained many medical cases, this was the first time he had used it.

Originally, Zhang Zhongjing used the Xiayuxue Decoction to treat postpartum abdominal pain. Can it actually cure rabies that is already in the symptomatic stage?
However, he still said to Zhang Fu:

"Alright, don't worry. Now you should get some sleep and tell the nurses here how you feel when you wake up."

After drinking a few sips of rice wine, Zhang Fu was indeed a little dizzy. The nervous feeling seemed to be because the alcohol level had dropped considerably, and he really felt like he wanted to take a nap.

After speaking in dialect, he immediately agreed.

Without saying anything, he closed his eyes and prepared to take a nap.

Then Fang Yan and Lu Donghua went outside. Zhang Fu's brother followed them out and said to Fang Yan:

"Dr. Fang, is there anything I should be careful about next?"

The dialect responded:
"Just don't disturb him. If there are any new changes in his condition, tell the nurses immediately, and they will notify me promptly."

Upon hearing the dialect, Zhang Fu quickly agreed.

Fang Yan said to him:
"Let him sleep for a while now, so his body can better absorb the medicine. When he wakes up later, he might have a blood-activating reaction. Please pay attention to what he excretes, especially the color of his urine."

“Red, right?” Zhang Fu’s brother asked in dialect.

“Yes, don’t panic if your urine is light red or brownish-red.” Fang Yan nodded, making sure to be more specific so he wouldn’t get confused. “That’s not bleeding. It’s the toxins in your body being expelled with your urine. It’s a reaction to the medication taking effect. If the color is particularly dark, or if he says it hurts when he urinates, then just tell the nurse.”

He paused, then added, "As for stool, if it's dark brown, that's normal for expelling blood clots. As long as it's not watery diarrhea and doesn't exceed three or four times a day, there's no need to worry. Just keep an eye on it, and if you're unsure about anything, just ask the nurse. Don't overthink it and scare yourself."

Zhang Fu quickly repeated: "Near red/brownish-red urine, dark brown stool, and no pain or diarrhea are normal."

After confirming that he remembered correctly, he spoke in the dialect:

"I've got Dr. Fang's note. I promise to keep a close eye on things and report any issues immediately."

"Okay, we'll be going now." Fang Yan was planning to go back for lunch.

We can't just sit here and watch over someone sleeping.

After walking a few steps, I heard Zhang Fu's older brother catch up behind me again, his voice tinged with hesitation: "Dr. Fang, let me ask you one more question... If he really passes red urine, does that mean my brother can get better?"

Fang Yan turned around and said with certainty, "It's a good sign. It means the medicine is helping him expel toxins. As long as the toxins can be expelled slowly, his condition will improve step by step."

Zhang Fu finally breathed a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, I understand, thank you Dr. Fang!"

Watching him walk back to the ward, Lu Donghua said softly, "The family members are even more anxious than the patients. If you explain the precautions in more detail, they will feel much more at ease."

Fang Yan nodded and said:

"That's true. Now let's see how it goes."

Lu Donghua glanced at his watch and said:

"After lunch, he should have a reaction by now. He needs to rest to recover from the effects of the medicine and rice wine. By the time he wakes up, the toxins should be starting to be eliminated."

Fang Yan nodded and said:

"Let's go eat first, and I'll keep a closer eye on things when we come back this afternoon."

Now, people in the dialect community are also curious to see how things will turn out.

Could it be the same as the records in the medical case files?

However, we still need to wait.

Fang Yan then returned home with his master and Anton. Old Hu also came back at this time. Today, the TV station people did a special interview with him, mainly about his factory's donation of supplies during the scarlet fever outbreak.

As an advertising fanatic, Lao Hu certainly wouldn't miss such an opportunity, and he also mentioned that this free clinic was organized by them.

Today, the school has a new free clinic shuttle bus to another rural area, which is also sponsored by the Qihuang Foundation and Lao Hu's factory.

This is considered announcing what we are currently doing.

I spent the whole morning getting this done.

After recounting what he had done that day, he inquired about the progress of his mentor Lu Donghua's consultation at Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

"It went smoothly. They were all minor issues, nothing that stumped this old man. It's just that Fang Yan had a particularly difficult patient today," Lu Donghua said.

Old Hu immediately said:

"I know, it's that guy whose neck and body were covered in tumors."

“Not that one…” Lu Donghua waved his hand.

Then he told Lao Hu about his encounter with rabies that day.

However, unlike most people's reactions, Lao Hu didn't seem to have much of a feeling about rabies.

This was the first time he had ever heard of rabies, according to Western medicine, as there is no cure once the disease develops.

The dialect suggests that either the situation in Malaysia is different from that in China, or Lao Hu is simply too rich to care about such trivial matters.

He asked his assistant, Kobayashi:

"Xiao Lin, what do people in Malaysia do if they get bitten by a rabid dog?"

Kobayashi said somewhat uncertainly:

"I guess it's from getting a shot or a vaccination? I'm not really sure, I've never been bitten by a dog."

"But I remember that when I was in school there, there was a dog extermination campaign for a period of time. My neighbor's dogs were all sent to the countryside, because they were said to be killed by the dog-catching team if they stayed in the city."

Hearing this, Old Hu suddenly realized:
"So that's how it is... No wonder I haven't seen many people keeping dogs."

Then he pointed at Xiaolin and said to Fang Yan and the others:

“I was in the United States when he was studying.”

Back then, Lao Hu was still young, belonging to the stage of being a rich second generation, and he wasn't in Malaysia at all.

Fang Yan couldn't help but laugh as he listened to Lao Hu and Xiao Lin's conversation: "So, one of you is abroad and the other has never been bitten, no wonder you have no idea about this. The dog eradication campaign in Malaysia is probably to reduce the risk of rabies at the source, which is similar to our early approach to controlling rabies dogs."

Lu Donghua nodded in agreement: "Whether it's eliminating dogs or getting vaccinated, the core is prevention. After all, according to Western medicine, once the disease has occurred, there's nothing that can be done; the only solution is to prevent it from the source. It's only because we encountered Zhang Fu today that we can try using the Blood Stasis Decoction. In the past, there would have been no chance to treat such cases."

Old Hu finally understood what was going on and raised an eyebrow, saying, "So, you're trying out a recipe that not many people know about? If it works, that'll be no small matter!"

"Whether it will work or not depends on his reaction this afternoon. He just took the medicine and we're waiting for him to wake up and clear the blood stasis." Fang Yan didn't say anything definitively, but still held a glimmer of hope in her heart. "If he can really clear the red urine and it matches the medical record, then we'll have a solid foundation for promoting this formula in the future."

Old Hu said, "Then I'll go to the hospital with you this afternoon. I also want to see what's going on."

“Okay, more people means more eyes.” Fang Yan nodded in agreement, then glanced at the time. “Let’s go over after lunch, don’t miss the crucial time for observation.”

Old Hu nodded: "Then let's eat quickly, I'm also curious to see if this old prescription will actually work!"

"If it really works, I think they could turn it into a finished product and sell it."

He said in dialect:

"That probably won't work. None of the ingredients meet international standards, and the rhubarb blister beetle is considered poisonous. The lab can't do anything about it."

Old Hu didn't hesitate and immediately said:

"Then let's do it domestically. Our domestic market is quite large now."

This guy has a pretty good outlook.

Fang Yan said with a smile:

"Okay, then you can just hope that after we finish eating, the medicine we're using will have the right effect."

Lao Hu said:

"I believe it will definitely succeed; I have a very accurate intuition."

……

After lunch, Lao Hu joined the group returning to Xiehe Hospital.

Actually, it was still more than twenty minutes before one o'clock, but after eating, Fang Yan and the others couldn't sit still any longer and had to hurry back.

When Fang Yan and his team arrived, Zhang Fu's family had just finished eating and were returning their lunchboxes to the nurses' station. Fang Yan had instructed the nurses that if they had their own food, they should not worry about it; if they did not have food, they should get a meal for them for lunch.

Of course, this only applies to noon today, because if Zhang Fu's body still doesn't react by the afternoon, there's no point in talking about tomorrow.

As long as Zhang Fu responds positively in the afternoon, Fang Yan will personally contact the cafeteria to arrange for their meals to be delivered daily.

If this person can be cured and the case is recorded, it will be a very big deal.

Upon seeing Fang Yan and his group arrive, Zhang Fu quickly thanked Fang Yan.

"Director Fang, I'm so sorry to have troubled you with lunch today..."

Dialectal wave:
"It's alright, everyone has their difficulties. Our TCM department isn't short of a meal or two." Fang Yan wasn't exaggerating. The meals in the cafeteria for these ordinary patients were nothing at all. If Qiao Shang patients just let a little bit slip through their fingernails, it would be enough to reimburse them for many meals.

Peking Union Medical College Hospital now mainly makes money from wealthy businessmen. They don't see many ordinary people in the TCM department, and they don't intend to make money from them.

When Zhang Fu heard the dialect, his eyes reddened. He rubbed his hands, unsure of what to say, and finally just kept repeating, "Thank you, thank you so much... If my brother gets better, we will definitely repay you properly."

After saying that, he emphasized:

"I do what I say!"

"Don't think about that now, let's check on Zhang Fu first." Fang Yan patted his shoulder, her tone softening. "Is he awake? Did he say he needed to use the restroom?"

Zhang Fu's brother said in dialect:

"He's still asleep. He was just mumbling in his sleep, I don't know what he was dreaming about, he was even laughing. I didn't dare wake him. He hasn't slept this well in a long time. I wish I had come to find you sooner."

"It's good that he can sleep soundly. This means that the medicine and rice wine are slowly taking effect, and his nerves are not so tense anymore." Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her voice even more so as not to disturb Zhang Fu in the ward. "He must not have been sleeping well these days because of his hydrophobia. If he sleeps a little longer now, his body can better absorb the effects of the medicine, and the blood stasis can be expelled more smoothly."

Lu Donghua nodded in agreement and glanced into the ward: "You can see that his breathing is steady and he's not trembling like he was this morning, so you know he's sleeping soundly. Let's not stand here anymore, let's go to the nurses' station and let him sleep a little longer. If he wakes up, the nurses will call us right away."

Zhang Fu's brother quickly agreed, "Okay! I'll stay here and keep watch. I'll let you know as soon as he wakes up!"

The group tiptoed to the rest area next to the nurses' station. Old Hu lowered his voice and asked curiously, "He can still laugh out loud? Does that mean his discomfort has lessened considerably?"

“That’s right.” Fang Yan nodded, a smile on his face. “Before, he would tremble even at the sight of the medicine, but now he can sleep soundly and even smile in his dreams. This shows that the instinctive fear caused by hydrophobia is lessening. This is more important than anything else. When he is not panicking, his body can better cooperate with the effects of the medicine, and the blood stasis can be expelled more smoothly.”

Then Fang Yan went to take another look at Mr. Sima.

This person's features were far more frightening than Zhang Fu's, with large lumps on his neck and dense lipomas on his limbs and chest.

Mr. Sima was leaning against the headboard, but he didn't move much. His eyes were a little blank as he stared out the window, lost in thought. The lipoma on his neck swayed gently with his breathing. Even the movement of turning his head seemed a little stiff, as if he was afraid of pulling on those protruding lumps.

When Fang Yan came in, his family members all stood up to greet him.

At this moment, Mr. Sima came to his senses, his voice a little hoarse: "Dr. Fang, you've arrived."

As he spoke, the corner of his mouth twitched, causing the tumor on his neck to move.

However, the dialect was a pleasant surprise:
"You speak much more clearly now!"

By now, Mr. Sima had passed the risk of a sudden outburst, his temper had calmed down, and he was speaking much more fluently.

"Yes, he became clear-headed around 11 a.m., Dr. Fang, you are truly amazing!"

Fang Yan picked up Mr. Sima's record, which showed that he had gone to the toilet once today and had a bowl of millet porridge at noon. It seemed that the cancer-fighting and life-saving soup that he modified to target the symptoms was quite effective.

Fang Yan checked Mr. Sima's pulse again and confirmed that it was stronger than before. He also noticed that Mr. Sima's feet were warm now. Fang Yan then touched Mr. Sima's tumor.

That hasn't changed much.

However, everything is currently moving in a positive direction, and dialects can confirm that.

"There's another bowl of medicine this afternoon. We'll observe your body's reaction after you drink it," Fang Yan wrote down her observations in the medical record, while speaking to Mr. Sima and her family.

Mr. Sima nodded and simply agreed, "Okay!"

Although it's not so difficult to make a sound now, it must still be quite uncomfortable, and I can only say a few simple words.

Seeing this, his family chimed in, "Dr. Fang, don't worry, we're keeping an eye on him. We'll remind him to drink it at the appointed time, and we'll immediately write down any reactions he has after drinking it."

Fang Yan carefully put away the notes and added, "If you feel heavy or sleepy, don't panic. That's the medicine helping to clear phlegm and dampness. Just let your body rest and absorb it. If you have any pain or itching, tell the nurse immediately."

"I've got it, I've got it!" Mr. Sima's secretary took out his notebook and wrote down the dialect phrases one by one, afraid of missing a single word.

Fang Yan smiled and said to Mr. Sima, "Take good care of yourself. Your condition is getting better every day. Don't worry, we'll slowly resolve these issues."

Mr. Sima was originally a hot-tempered guy, but now that he sees the real changes, he's convinced and has to take a bite of this pie.

He immediately nodded, indicating that he would definitely cooperate.

After saying that, Fang Yan turned and walked out.

It's almost one o'clock now. I wonder if Zhang Fu is awake yet. I need to go and check on him. Compared to Mr. Sima's steady progress, Zhang Fu's side is still uncertain.

Fang Yan had just stepped into the corridor when she saw Zhang Fu's brother leading Zhang Fu out of the restroom.

Seeing him was like seeing a savior; her voice was low but couldn't hide her excitement: "Dr. Fang! Zhang Fu is awake! I just helped him to the toilet, and his urine... his urine really is light red! Just like you described!"

"Really?" Fang Yan's heart skipped a beat, and she quickened her pace.

Zhang Fu was still a bit afraid of loud noises. When people around him spoke loudly, he inevitably became nervous, and his chest began to heave violently. Fang Yan quickly made a shushing gesture to his brother to calm down.

Zhang Fucai had recovered by now. He nodded and whispered to Fang Yan:

"Dr. Fang, I... I really passed light red urine! Does this mean I have hope of getting better?"

"Of course there is hope, this is a very good sign!" Fang Yan deliberately lowered his voice.

Just then, Zhang Fu clutched his stomach and said:
"I need to use the restroom!"

His brother was taken aback, then immediately took Zhang Fu to the toilet.

"This time it's big!" Zhang Fu warned.

His brother immediately told his son to get toilet paper for wiping his bottom.

Fang Yan quickly instructed, "Help him slowly, don't rush! Don't come out immediately after it's over, let him rest inside for a while, and call us if he feels unwell." Zhang Fu's brother nodded repeatedly, carefully helping Zhang Fu walk towards the toilet, afraid that moving too fast would make him nervous again.

Old Hu and Lu Donghua also came over. Old Hu lowered his voice and said, "He just urinated and now he needs to defecate. Could it be diarrhea?" Fang Yan shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be. If he had diarrhea, he would have complained of pain or discomfort. He hasn't said he feels uncomfortable, so it's most likely a reaction to expel blood stasis. Let's check if the color of his stool is correct."

A few minutes later, Zhang Fu's older brother came out of the toilet and said somewhat nervously:

"Dr. Fang, something's not right. It's not dark brown, it's a lump of flesh, sticky and translucent, and it smells a bit like a dead rat!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan didn't ask any more questions and simply followed Zhang Fu inside.

As soon as he entered the restroom, good heavens, he almost stumbled from the stench. Old Hu Anton, who was following behind, frowned and retreated. Only his master, Lu Donghua, followed.

Upon closer inspection, the thing looked more like some kind of jelly-like substance, and it didn't resemble the purple stuff found inside cows. It was yellow and smelled terrible!

Zhang Fu asked in dialect:

"What is this? Why does it smell so bad?"

Fang Yan pinched his nose and frowned as he explained to Zhang Fu, "This thing, according to traditional Chinese medicine, is called 'filthy stuff,' which simply means the dirty stuff that has accumulated in your brother's body."

"It's because his metabolism is out of control, and the waste that wasn't expelled piled up together, such as blood stasis caused by blocked qi and blood, as well as dampness, phlegm, toxins, and other things, all mixed together and congealed."

"Look at it, it's sticky and smelly, completely different from normal formed stool and clear urine. If this stuff stays in your body for too long, it will block your meridians, deplete your qi and blood, and you definitely won't get better."

"It's actually a good thing that it can be expelled now! It means the medicine is working and clearing out these impurities. It's a sign of improvement!"

I'd seen these dialects before when I was treating Director Liu at Peking Union Medical College Hospital. (See Chapter 614)
That stuff stank even worse than this; it made the emergency room staff throw up.

Fang Yan and the others withdrew, but Zhang Fu remained squatting and continued to pull.

Zhang Fu's brother didn't mind the smell and stayed in the toilet the whole time.

After he finished defecating, Zhang Fu came out.

Zhang Fugang came out of the toilet, his steps still a little unsteady, and he leaned against the wall to catch his breath.

Fang Yan and the others took him to the ward. Before asking him anything, Fang Yan reached out and gently patted his ear, not daring to make a loud sound, just to test his reaction to sound.

Sure enough, Zhang Fu's shoulders visibly trembled, his eyes widened in panic, and he instinctively shrank to the side.

Fang Yan knew what was going on, and pointed to the warm water cup that the nurse next to her was holding: "Now, looking at this water, do you still feel uncomfortable?"

Zhang Fu stared at the cup for a few seconds, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he didn't speak. His face was still a little pale, clearly still afraid of water, just not as averse to it as he had been that morning.

"The low-grade fever has subsided." Lu Donghua touched Zhang Fu's forehead, compared it with his own temperature, and said to Fang Yan, "It's cooler than this morning, and I don't feel that burning sensation anymore."

Zhang Fu whispered to himself, "My body... doesn't seem to itch as much anymore. Before, I always felt like ants were crawling on me, but now it's much better."

Fang Yan was about to offer to take his pulse when Zhang Fu suddenly clutched his stomach, his brow furrowing: "Hey, no, I need to go to the toilet!"

He rushed to the toilet as he spoke, and his brother quickly followed.

"Why is this constant diarrhea?" Old Hu asked. "You just finished and now you need to go again. Could it be that the medicine is too strong and has damaged your stomach and intestines?"

“It shouldn’t be.” Fang Yan shook his head. “He didn’t complain of stomach pain, and he just passed some foul-smelling substance. Now that he’s going to go again, it’s possible that there are still some toxins in his body that haven’t been completely expelled, and the medicine is still working.”

Lu Donghua nodded in agreement: "It's possible that 'evil has a way out.' The medicine has opened up the intestines, allowing the remaining toxins and normal metabolic waste to be expelled together. Let's wait and see what's being expelled this time."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhang Fu's brother cried out in alarm from the restroom, "Dr. Fang! Something's wrong! This time... this time he had normal stool, but there's blood!"

Fang Yan's heart tightened, and she immediately rushed over: "Don't panic! First, check if the blood is fresh or black? Is Zhang Fu in pain?"

"It's bright red!" Zhang Fu's brother's voice trembled. "He said it didn't hurt, is that right???"

PS: The basic chapter of 6000 words has been updated.

(End of this chapter)