Rebirth in the 70s: A military wife who was married into a vegetative state

"OK!" Dong Wei pressed his hands firmly on Duke Aibi and nodded to An Nian with all his strength.

"it is good."

An Nian stepped forward slowly.

A dark glint flashed in Ye Peipei's eyes. It wasn't that she didn't believe in An Nian, but she just wasn't willing to lose again!

She stood much closer to the hospital bed than An Nian. She deliberately turned sideways, blocking An Nian's sight, and stabbed Duke Abby's arm with the sedative in her hand!

Even if the anti-sugar potion goes wrong, the tranquilizer will definitely do the trick!

When encountering such an uncontrolled patient, sedatives are the first resort!

Ye Peipei gritted her teeth, so convinced!

"Snapped."

Her wrists were being held.

"An Nian!"

Ye Peipei was furious, bloodshot eyes flashed, and An Nian looked at her through the thick lenses of her glasses.

Meeting her gaze, An Nian raised the corners of his mouth lightly.

"Dr. Ye, as I said just now, you can't stick this needle in."

"Why?! This is the best sedative! It's very effective and has few side effects!"

Ye Peipei gritted her teeth and her right hand was shaking. She couldn't use her right hand, so she used her left hand to help.

Both hands were firmly pressed on the syringe!

However, she didn't know why, even though she had tried all her strength, she couldn't push the needle in her hand any further.

"An Nian! This is not China! You have no right to stop me!"

An Nian's left hand rested lightly on her wrist, as if he was lifting a weight lightly.

The expression on her face even had a hint of relief, but everyone was shocked for a moment because they saw Ye Peipei's embarrassment. From the beads of sweat that gathered on her forehead in a short period of time, they could tell that she had used a lot of strength. of.

Moreover, Ye Peipei's hands were trembling. Through the thin shirt, her arm muscles bulged slightly, full of strength.

Oriental!

An Easterner who knows martial arts!

This concept suddenly entered the hearts of everyone present.

When they looked at An Nian again, there was a hint of fear in their eyes, and they unknowingly gave way.

An Nian had successfully stood beside Duke Abby's hospital bed and reached the bedside position.

Duke Abby groaned in pain, and his body was pressed by five or six men. Even a healthy adult pig weighing nearly [-] kilograms would have difficulty breaking free, let alone a half-disabled person who "had eaten and couldn't poop" at this time. elder.

Duke Abby breathed hard, tried hard to open his eyes, and moved his eyes hard in the direction of An Nian.

The emotions in his eyes were complicated.

Begging to die, he is in too much pain...

To survive, he wanted to recover quickly...

Two different paths, but the same result is achieved.

An Nian sighed secretly.

Human beings have always been like this. When they are sick, they only think about how great it would be if I could recover. Recovery will be the best life.

When I am really healthy, I will start looking for other things.

An Nian still remembered Duke Abby's indifference, disregard and disdain for their group just now.

She was actually reluctant to take action.

"Please, Doctor An." Dong Wei spoke earnestly again.

An Nian took out a breath and nodded slightly: "Okay."

She still held Ye Peipei with her left hand to prevent her from moving at all. She flicked her right hand lightly, and no one could see where she took out the roll of silver needles.

The neatly arranged silver needles were spread out on... Duke Abby's thick... chest.

An Nian ignored the weird looks from everyone present, calmly picked up a silver needle and pierced Duke Abby's forehead, followed by the second and third needles.

A total of nine silver needles pierced Duke Abby's head almost like a sieve.

silence……

Eerie silence...

Everyone's attention was trembling with the silver needle, until Dong Wei let out a surprise.

"grown ups?"

Duke Abby did not know when he had completely quieted down. His body was still trembling slightly, but he no longer needed to be suppressed by everyone.

"William, let me go."

Duke Abby's calm voice rang out, awakening everyone's consciousness.

The young man, known as Young Master Yue, rushed to the hospital bed as quickly as possible.

Ye Peipei was hit hard by him and staggered back several steps.

Old God An Nian took back his left hand and inserted it into his jacket pocket.

In W City at 25 degrees Celsius, she was wearing a typical early autumn suit, black casual pants, paired with a white shirt and a black suit. She was neat and capable, but also added a bit of intellectual beauty, and her retreating movements were chic and neat.

Several people in the room compared her panic with Ye Peipei's.

"Father!"

"about."

Obviously the young man was very favored. Duke Abby raised his hand and gently put it on his head, smiled and rubbed it, and then glanced at Dong Wei and An Nian with complicated eyes.

"William, is this the Chinese medicine doctor you brought back for me?"

"Yes!"

Dong Wei has returned to his original butler appearance, capable and mature. When his back is straight, his left hand will habitually bend, as if he can take out a clean handkerchief to serve the master in the next second.

"Very good." Duke Abby smiled and nodded, "It is indeed a mysterious ancient oriental country..."

Dong Wei took the opportunity to introduce An Nian and Zhao Wenhai behind her.

Duke Abby propped up his body and was able to barely sit up after being stuffed with two thick pillows behind him. During this period, the silver needle on his head was as steady as a rock.

"Dr. An, when can these needles be removed?"

"Stick for another quarter of an hour."

Dong Wei quickly explained: "A quarter of an hour means 15 minutes."

"Oh." Duke Abby nodded, "William, please sit down with the two Chinese medicine doctors. I will ask you to sit down as well."

"Yes." The young man reluctantly gave up his position.

There were so many people in the bedroom, and except for Duke Abby who was lying down and the young man who sat down again, everyone else was standing.

At this time, An Nian and Zhao Wenhai got their seats.

Ye Peipei and the people she brought inevitably fell into an embarrassing situation.

A trace of humiliation flashed in Ye Peipei's eyes, and the syringe still held in her hand cracked with a "click".

The assistant beside her quickly covered up and put the syringe back into her medicine box.

Duke Abby glanced at Ye Peipei and stopped paying attention, as if he was not the one who praised her and Mayo before.

He looked at An Nian with great interest: "Dr. An, a few minutes ago, I heard you say that the anti-diabetic potion cannot be injected?"

An Nian nodded: "Yes."

"why?"

"Your body is weak and your internal organs are in a state of yin deficiency. The most important function of anti-sugar potion is to reduce the conversion rate of sugar. Even if food is converted into sugar, it can prevent the body from absorbing sugar in the later mechanism.

Sugar is a tonic in traditional Chinese medicine. It can replenish yang energy and treat yin deficiency. "

An Nian tried his best to tell it in the most concise and concise way.

Duke Abby listened carefully and nodded from time to time.

"The entry of anti-sugar medicine into your body will make your body weaker and break the balance that you have managed to maintain."

Duke Abby suddenly realized: "Is that why I suddenly feel severe pain in my stomach? I had only felt soreness before."

He hadn't had a bowel movement for half a month. He could still talk to Ye Peipei and others just now, and he could speak clearly. The biggest reason was that he didn't feel much pain and just felt soreness in his stomach.

This phenomenon is actually a delicate balance.

After Ye Peipei's injection of medicine entered the blood circulation just now, this delicate balance was broken.

If Duke Abby doesn't feel pain, who does? !

An Nian thought so and nodded in agreement with Duke Abby: "That's right."

"Then what's the use of your needle...?"

"Relax your nerves and lift your chi."

"Angry?" Duke Abby bit the Chinese word, seeming to understand it. "Is it the same as Qigong? I saw William doing Tai Chi in the yard before. He said it was Qigong..."

An Nian looked at Dong Wei.

Dong Wei smiled awkwardly: "I also learned it from other Chinese."

An Nian retracted his gaze and looked directly at Duke Abby: "Well, it's almost the same idea."

No matter how detailed it is, Duke Abby, a foreigner, can't understand it.

This kind of thing can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words.

Before Duke Abby could ask any other strange questions, An Nian leaned over.

"Your Excellency, the time has come. I will take off the silver needle."

"Oh, oh, good!"

Duke Abby immediately did not dare to move anymore, and his huge body was as stiff as a huge stone.

An Nian reached out and quickly took out the nine silver needles.

Dr. Zhao Wenhai, who had been lying down, took it over very smoothly, and picked up the alcohol cotton ball next to it and began to disinfect it.

An Nian glanced at him and felt that the scene looked familiar.

However, it was not an important matter, and she quickly put the thought behind her.

"Your Majesty Duke, I heard that you haven't had a bowel movement in half a month?"

A faint blush appeared on Duke Abby's face. He was very thick-skinned when facing Ye Peipei and others, but looking at An Nian's beautiful, fair face that seemed to have a little baby fat, he was a little embarrassed.

An Nian: "?"

If she could read minds at this moment, she would be speechless.

Baby fat?Pooh!She obviously has a beautiful oval face, right? !

"What? The condition report I got is inaccurate?"

An Nian glanced at Dong Wei with a half-smile.

Dong Wei immediately sat up straight: "The medical record I gave Dr. Zhao is absolutely correct!"

There is no room for error in the patient's condition. On this basic principle, Dong Wei can never make any mistakes.

Duke Abby also hurriedly said: "That's right! I haven't had that for half a month..."

"Well, are there any cases?"

"Yes!" Dong Wei walked quickly to Ye Peipei and took a thick medical case from the treatment cart on her left.

Ye Peipei's hand on her side clenched into a fist, but she gritted her teeth and refused to quit. She must listen carefully and carefully!

What method does An Nian have? !

If it was the same as the surgery plan she just gave, she would definitely fight for it!

When it comes to surgical capabilities, high-end equipment, and subsequent rehabilitation treatment, Mayo ranks second. No one in the world dares to rank first!

Ye Peipei secretly straightened her back and tried to maintain her pride.

The two assistants beside her also retreated to her side silently, waiting quietly.

An Nian took the medical record and read it carefully. After every page, Zhao Wenhai took another page.

Three minutes later, the two of them had read through all the medical records.

Zhao Wenhai frowned slightly and spoke quickly in Chinese in a low voice.

"Doctor An, his condition is a bit difficult..."

"Ah."

An Nian also lowered his voice and answered, his eyes downcast with heavy thoughts.

Her brain was working rapidly.

Duke Audemars Piguet's gastrointestinal problems were not caused in a short time. He suffered from three high blood pressure (hypertension, hyperlipidemia, and hyperglycemia) 20 years ago. The doctor asked him to pay attention to his diet, but he did not take it to heart. Instead, he became more unscrupulous Eat meat and sweets everywhere.

An Nian thought of the desserts he had eaten in the hotel's buffet restaurant these past few days.

The sweetness has reached the point where you will get tired of it after just one bite.

However, it is clearly written in the medical record that when Duke Abby eats sweets, he will ask the chef to add extra sweetness.

One can imagine how terrible the amount of sugar in his daily diet is.

Under such circumstances, if he hadn't been rich enough, he might have died long ago.

Five years ago, Duke Audemars Piguet began to suffer from constipation, which started from once every two days, then once a week, to regular enemas later.

A year ago, enema could not help him defecate smoothly. Instead, it caused intestinal bleeding. His intestines and stomach could no longer withstand external damage.

No way, Duke Abby underwent an intestinal cleaning operation, commonly known as intestinal cleansing.

The specific method is to cut a hole in the belly, take out the intestines and wash them, just like washing pig intestines.

That was just three months ago.

An Nian had already seen the wound on Duke Abby's stomach just now, when Ye Peipei injected him with anti-sugar potion.

The wound did not recover well. Three months later, there was still purulent secretion around the wound.

"Doctor An... An Nian..."

Zhao Wenhai saw that she was lost in thought and quickly pushed her.

An Nian raised his head: "I'm thinking."

Zhao Wenhai smiled awkwardly: "Duke Abby called you just now."

An Nian turned to look at Duke Abby.

Duke Abby smiled gently at her: "Doctor An, how do you plan to treat my disease?"

An Nian flicked her fingers on her leg, and she had already gone through several plans in her mind.

She plans to choose one of them.

"Duke Abby, do you like tea?"

"Tea? Black tea? Before I got sick, I would have macaron cake with English black tea every afternoon."

Duke Audemars Piguet is still nostalgic.

"The taste of black tea is a bit bitter, but it tastes particularly good when paired with cake. Its bitter taste can enhance the sweetness of the cake..."

It can be seen that Duke Abby is a foodie, and as he talks, his eyes shine brightly.

But soon, this light dimmed again.

"Unfortunately, I can't eat anymore."

He smiled bitterly and looked up at the milky white nutrition bag hanging by the bedside.

"Now I can only 'eat' these things every day..."

An Nian listened patiently to what he said and shook his head: "I'm not talking about the English black tea from country E, I'm talking about the clear tea from our country."

"Tea from your Chinese country?" Duke Abby raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Do you also drink tea? I thought you only drank Ganges water..."

Dong Wei was very embarrassed: "Sir, those who drink the Ganges water are Indians."

"Oh, I can't remember exactly. You look alike."

In the eyes of Westerners, Easterners are all similar.

An Nian's mouth twitched and he simply took out a small box of tea.

She took it out of her white cloth bag and found where it actually came from - on the shelf in the storage space.

These teas are what An Nian drinks daily.

As Director Wang's tea garden grows larger and larger (one of the necessary raw materials for Anxin Kangtang Pills), An Nian's tea reserves are also increasing.