Shipin Dalizheng

Doctor Mo asked, "What is an allergic reaction?"

Rong Tang considered his words, "It's not that something is poisonous, but people are different. Some people's constitutions conflict with it, causing a poisoning-like reaction, which is called an allergy. It's like other people can eat shrimp and be fine, but it can kill me."

Doctor Mo understood. "I've seen this before. Sometimes people get poisoned by shrimp, crabs, or other seafood, or by certain medications, or experience redness, swelling, itching, or gastrointestinal discomfort, but rarely something this serious. Could it be this river shrimp..."

At this time, Zhang Pojun also came to a diagnosis, "No poisoning."

If it's not poisoning, then allergy is a possibility, which is a very difficult thing to rule out. Zheng Jiuan looked at them one by one and pointed out several foods that are not available in the south, including hazelnuts, chestnuts and other dried fruits.

Madam Zheng broke down and burst into tears, "Master, these are snacks that we often eat in our house. I really died unjustly!"

Rong Tang looked at her. She hadn't said she was innocent just now, but now that she was getting closer to the truth, she started to accuse him. She said that allergies were accidental and uncontrollable events, and as long as it was not intentional, no one could say she was guilty.

Doctor Mo frowned and thought about how to detoxify it. It was funny to say that although the allergens were not necessarily poisonous, in order to cure them, with the current level of medicine, it was still necessary to consider detoxification methods for them.

Rong Tang reminded him, "We can't be sure what the allergen is right now. As I said before, everyone has different constitutions and can tolerate different allergens. Everything can be an allergen. What you two should consider now is not detoxifying a specific thing, but saving the child first. Then, we can gradually identify the allergens and keep them away for life."

His words reminded the two of them not to worry about what to detoxify, but to use a broader and more direct drug treatment method. Difficulty breathing means swollen trachea, and redness, swelling and itching of the skin can also be treated with symptomatic medication and bathing.

Then the two of them each prescribed a medicine. After the court physician participated in the dialectical analysis, they selected the internal medicine prescribed by Doctor Mo and the bathing medicine prescribed by Zhang Pojun.

The group of people waited for an hour or so. After Zheng Baoer was given medicine and a bath, she finally calmed down and fell asleep.

During this period, many other doctors from the capital were invited here. When they learned that the patient had already been treated by two top doctors, they naturally could not help. However, they were curious about the so-called "allergy" and searched each other's memories for related cases. It turned out that although this disease was not common, it did occur occasionally.

The maidservant beside Madam Zheng cried tearfully, "It's thanks to the two miracle doctors' superb medical skills that they cleared Madam's name. Otherwise, others might have said something unpleasant."

Rong Tang looked at Madam Zheng, pretending to wipe the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief. Her every move was extremely elegant and charming. He felt strange in his heart. Is this innocent? No, you are not necessarily innocent.

Mrs. Zheng still felt very guilty and beat her chest in pain, "Master, after all, it's all because of my poor care of Bao'er. Please punish me!"

Although Prime Minister Zheng also values ​​this grandson, his wife has taken good care of Bao'er, and it is really unpredictable what Bao'er will harm. Although his wife is wrong in this matter, it is more of an accident.

He comforted her with a few words and asked the servants to help her go back to rest.

Prime Minister Zheng wanted to invite Zhang Pojun and Dr. Mo to the main hall for tea, but Zhang Pojun shouted, "We didn't know your grandson was ill. We came here to look for your son. If you are busy, please go ahead. We have something to say."

Prime Minister Zheng was helpless, and let them stay and say whatever they wanted. As soon as he left, Zhang Pojun grabbed the collar of Doctor Mo's clothes, pointed at Zheng Changzhi and Zheng Jiuan and said, "Look at them. I delivered them by cesarean section. If I hadn't done anything, they would both be gone with their mothers. Let me ask you, if the child was full-term, why couldn't it be delivered by cesarean section? Aren't they perfectly fine? They're so handsome!"

Doctor Mo was furious. "After ten months of pregnancy, the baby finally comes to fruition. This is God's will. No matter what, a cesarean section is against the will of heaven."

"You're talking bullshit. If doctors want to follow the Way of Heaven, then there's no need to study medicine. If you get sick, you'll die. Saving people is against the Way of Heaven."

The two twisted and rolled together. Zheng Jiuan jumped in front of Rong Tang and looked at him scrutinizingly, "You know a lot."

Rong Tang remained calm, "I have some understanding, it's just common sense."

"According to you, what is Bao Er allergic to?"

"I've told you before, everything can be an allergen, not just food, but also things you use and wear. You and your son are living well in Jiangnan. If you look carefully for things he's never come into contact with in Jiangnan but only used since coming to the North, you can greatly narrow down the list."

Zheng Jiuan looked at him deeply and said dryly, "Thank you."

Rong Tang didn't care about his thanks and was about to go up and pull the two old men away. At this time, Dr. Mo couldn't scold Zhang Pojun anymore and had already found Zhang Pojun's weak point to attack. "What's the good of a caesarean section? Young Master Zheng has lost his legs."

Zhang Pojun's defense was broken. "He has no feet. Is that my fault? I didn't cut off his feet. Besides, why are you only looking at the one without feet? Isn't the one with feet good? Besides, we're talking about saving lives. Isn't he still alive and well without feet?"

The slapping of feet was like a knife stabbing into Zheng Changzhi's heart, and his face turned green.

Rong Tang knew that the two Zheng brothers were both possessed by evil, and he was afraid of offending them if he continued, so he shouted, "Rong Zhan, come over here, knock them out and carry them away."

Rong Zhan came over to knock him down, but Zhang Pojun jumped to his feet and yelled at Rong Tang, "You told me that Young Master Zheng's condition is amniotic band syndrome. In other words, he was sick in the womb. Whether he was born naturally or by cesarean section, the result would be the same. I saved their lives by delivering them. It's not my fault that they have no legs."

Rong Tang could see that Zhang Pojun had to come here because he was determined to get rid of the label of disaster. The congenital disease was incurable and it was definitely not caused by his caesarean section.

Doctor Mo struggled to get up and smoothed his torn hair. "Mr. Annan, what is amniotic band syndrome?"

Rong Tang felt bitter in his heart. His little common sense was no longer enough.

"It's when a pregnant woman's placenta becomes diseased, forming strands of flesh that entangle the fetus's limbs, head, or neck. In mild cases, fingers and toes become adhered and damaged, while in severe cases, amputation or death may occur within the fetus. That's what happened to Master Zheng, right?"

"How did this happen?"

"There are many reasons. Family heredity, the pregnant woman herself has a genetic defect, or she takes medicine for illness during pregnancy. Oh, don't ask me. I'm not a professional doctor. I only know a little bit. Let's go. Don't show up here."

He and Rong Zhan each grabbed one and walked out, fearing that they would be stopped by the Zheng brothers again.

Zheng Jiuan watched them leave with a bad look in his eyes, then turned around and said angrily, "Brother, this kid always talks nonsense, don't believe him."

"Don't you believe it too?" Zheng Changzhi slowly turned the wheelchair. Now the Ministry of Industry has produced a lighter wheelchair, but he is still used to using the most primitive and clumsy one. He has to remind himself all the time that he is a disabled person, and he wants to stand up and walk with his own feet.

"Jiu'an, his words reminded me of something. My aunt harbors deep hostility towards you and me, and I'm sure you feel it too, but we still have no real evidence. I once asked the elders in the mansion, and they told me that when my mother was pregnant with us, my aunt often came to take care of her meals. I've never understood why the Zheng family, a large clan with countless servants, would insist on having a concubine serving them personally? Moreover, once my mother died, she became the new wife!"