Chapter 260 'White Chicken Killer' and 'Medical Malpractice'

time flies.

In the blink of an eye, it's September.

This morning.

In the consulting room of Guang'anmen Hospital, Pu Lao was sitting leisurely on the side, holding the tea prepared by his apprentice in one hand and twirling his beard with the other, smiling as he looked at his most proud disciple, who was concentrating on treating the patient.

Time flies so fast!

Thinking back, it was seven or eight years ago when I first met this disciple.

At that time, Wang Mengde was only in his twenties. Although he had begun to show his talent, he still looked very immature.

He had a keen eye for talent and could tell at their first meeting that this young man was a promising talent.

Then, without even a second thought, I accepted him as my disciple.

Wang Mengde did not disappoint his expectations, and even exceeded his expectations, growing like a rocket.

At present, I have not only successfully taken over his business, but also carried forward his tradition.

That choice made him a "lucky guy" in the eyes of his old friends and colleagues, and it was the proudest masterpiece of his life.

Wang Mengde did not notice the changes in his teacher's mind. He lowered his head and wrote a prescription for the patient in front of him, then explained everything in detail:

"To treat epilepsy, you need to be careful not to go to places near water or wells. Most importantly, you cannot eat sow meat. If you do, you will get sick.

By the way, as I told you just now, drink a bowl of chicken soup about half an hour after taking the medicine. Be sure to buy a hen with white feathers. Hens of other colors will not have any effect. Remember this.

. . . "

After he finished speaking, the patients and their families left, thanking him profusely.

Then, without even taking a breath, Wang Mengde quickly and carefully explained the diagnosis and treatment process and principles to the six apprentices behind him.

He didn't stop until they all understood, then picked up the enamel cup on the table and drank half a cup of herbal tea.

"Hu~~"

He let out a long sigh of relief, then stood up, walked to Pu Lao, and said with a smile, "Sir, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

They had originally agreed to go to Pu Lao's clinic together, but they didn't expect that several patients would come at the last minute.

This was a mistake made by the registration office. They did not receive the news in time that he would not be seeing patients today, and several numbers were released.

There was no other way. Since the patient had already registered and come, he had to see the patient.

Fortunately, it was discovered in time, so Wei Ming first greeted the registration office and then began to deal with it urgently.

"I'm just sitting here to rest for a while. By the way, Meng De, can't your fellow brothers and sisters who suffer from epilepsy be cured?

Next time you encounter this situation, let them take over and you focus on other things."

Pu Lao said with a smile.

What satisfied him most about this favorite disciple in front of him, apart from his extremely high talent, was his selflessness.

Especially to his junior brothers and sisters, he passed on all his medical skills, including his experience in treating diseases, the prescriptions he had researched, and various secret recipes for difficult and complicated diseases, without reservation.

For example, regarding the treatment plan for epilepsy, each of them has been taught step by step, and now they are all familiar with it.

Even their fame began to spread gradually, and many people came to them specifically to seek treatment for their disease.

If it weren't for the limited talents of those few people, he would have at least eight or nine pillars under his tutelage, and they would be the pillars of the Chinese medicine community.

In fact, he just didn't know that Wang Mengde had a system, and his medical skills would continue to improve endlessly in the future.

These secret recipes, single prescriptions, etc. are treasures that can be passed down from generation to generation in the eyes of others, but in his eyes, they are too ordinary.

If you want, it won’t take long to develop a batch.

Moreover, in this era, there is not much use in saving these secret recipes, and they cannot be used to build a factory, so it is better to take them out and use them as capital for your own progress.

"Sir, it just so happens that Wei Ming and his friends have never seen me treat these types of diseases. I might as well let them see it in front of them so that they can have a preliminary understanding of these diseases."

Wang Mengde explained in a low voice.

"Well, it's good to let them have some contact in advance. Of course, be careful not to force the issue."

Pu Lao nodded, and then seeing that his disciple looked a little tired, he said with concern: "Meng De, we are not in a hurry, you can rest for a while before going over."

"Sir, I'm fine. Let's go now and don't keep the patient waiting."

"Okay, let's go together then."

As he spoke, Pu Lao stood up with the help of Wang Mengde and walked out.

His clinic was on another floor. Several people were walking slowly and met the patient and his family at the stairs.

They were discussing in a low voice where to buy hens with white feathers after returning home.

Although the most difficult period has passed for two years, there are still very few live poultry in the market.

And there are special needs. In this case, except for acquaintances at purchasing stations or supply and marketing cooperatives, it can only be bought in rural areas.

Wang Mengde was unable to provide help with their predicament. After all, this was not a problem of one person, but a problem faced by a large number of people.

After the patient came downstairs, Pu Lao smiled and joked:
"Meng De, because of you, in recent years, the price of hens with white feathers has been a little higher than that of hens with other colors.

Many patients' family members went to the countryside to buy it at high prices, and some were even treated as middlemen.

If he hadn't tried desperately to explain, comrades from the relevant departments would have called our Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine to inquire with half-belief and half-doubt, and he would have almost been imprisoned.

By the way, many people have given you a nickname, something like 'White Chicken Killer'."

"Oh, I didn't expect this either, but there's nothing I can do. It's needed as a medicine to treat epilepsy. Without it, the effect will be reduced by half."

Wang Mengde also thought of that incident, and he said with a helpless expression.

Even his superiors heard about this, and when he went for health care, his superiors teased him about it.

"Haha, it's thanks to you that you figured out how to use it as a medicine. Otherwise, this disease might not be cured completely."

Pu Lao said with some emotion.

"Yes, everything in the world is so magical, it can be said that they are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining. Old sow meat is not good for epilepsy, and it will cause illness once you eat it. Ordinary pork will be fine.

Hens with white feathers had a positive effect when they ate it, but hens with other colors had no effect at all.”

Wang Mengde also sighed.

In the eyes of Chinese medicine doctors, many things in the world can be used as medicine.

Especially for rare and strange items, the effect will be better.

After chatting and laughing, they soon arrived at Pu Lao's private clinic.

At this time, a couple and a little girl about four or five years old were already sitting inside, and a nurse was also accompanying them.

Seeing them coming in, the couple stood up quickly and said excitedly:

"Doctor, you are here."

"Haha, you guys take a seat first." Pu Lao greeted them cheerfully, then sat on a chair and waved at the little girl.

"Little boy, come here for a moment, let me take a look at the situation."

The little girl had been familiar with them for a long time and was not afraid of strangers. She walked straight up to them and made a face at Wang Mengde when she got close to them.

Wang Mengde patted her little head with a smile, then took out a White Rabbit milk candy from his pocket and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

The two took turns to check the patient's pulse and looked at each other. They instantly understood each other's thoughts. They knew without asking that the medicine they had prescribed before was not very effective.

"Well, you can probably guess the child's condition. It seems that the medicine I prescribed last time was not very effective.

Do you want to continue with the treatment or try another hospital?"

Pu Lao said to the couple.

This child was diagnosed with leukemia at the end of last year.

Two months ago, the couple brought their child to Guang'anmen Hospital, where Wang Mengde received the child.

After obtaining consent, we began to use the method of "fighting poison with poison" to treat the patient.

During this period, three prescriptions were changed, but the effect was basically ineffective. The girl's condition began to worsen little by little.

Looking at his daughter's emaciated body, the middle-aged man suppressed his sadness and said word by word:

"Doctor, I believe in you. Please continue the treatment."

There was nothing he could do about it.

Since my child got this disease, we have been to many hospitals in Beijing, but the answer we got was that there was no way. Even if there was treatment, it could only delay the disease for one or two years at most.

These include several very well-known hospitals such as Union Hospital.

It was not until I heard about Wang Mengde’s miraculous medical skills from a friend that I went to Guang’anmen Hospital with the mentality of giving it a try.

He had thought it through. If the condition couldn't be cured here, then his daughter would have a miserable life.

His wife stood beside him, wiping her tears silently.

As the head of the family, she could only support the decisions made by her man.

Moreover, she always had a premonition that if her daughter's illness could be cured, it could only be here.

Going to other hospitals definitely meant there was no hope.

Seeing that they agreed, Pu Lao also breathed a sigh of relief. He cheered up, glanced at Wang Mengde, and whispered: "Mengde, what do you think of the next step?"

The three prescriptions prescribed above were also based mainly on Wang Mengde's ideas, and he only played a role in checking for omissions and filling in the gaps.

“Sir, I have been thinking about this for the past few days. Since the previous prescription doesn’t work, let’s change the medicine.

I have looked up a lot of information recently and thought about it carefully, and I think arsenic can be used as medicine.

Although arsenic is highly toxic, if we control the dosage and neutralize it with other herbs, it shouldn’t be dangerous.”

Wang Mengde already had the idea in his mind, and when he heard the teacher's question, he blurted it out.

"With arsenic?"

Upon hearing these two words, Pu Lao's hand, which was twisting his beard, suddenly stopped.

This is highly poisonous. Although some highly skilled doctors have used it in medicine, it also appears in some prescriptions.

But what they are using now are not ready-made or proven prescriptions, but new prescriptions. If they are not careful, they may cause irreparable tragedy.

"Are you sure you can come up with a non-dangerous prescription?"

"Sir, I'll write out the prescription first, and you can help me take a look."

Knowing that words were not enough, Wang Mengde picked up his pen and began to write.

After a while, he finished writing.

After Pu Lao took it, he looked at it carefully for about ten minutes before carefully placing the prescription on the table. He rubbed his eyes and said slowly:

"You can give it a try, but this prescription is mine."

As he spoke, he picked up a pen and paper and began to rewrite the prescription.

Wang Mengde felt warm at heart about his "unnecessary" behavior, knowing that the teacher was protecting him.

After all, this prescription uses highly toxic arsenic as a medicinal ingredient, and if you are not careful, something bad could happen.

Once something happens, whoever prescribes the medicine will be the first person responsible.

However, Wang Mengde did not stop it, because he had absolute confidence in the prescription he prescribed. Even if it didn't work, nothing would go wrong.

After rewriting the prescription, Pu Lao handed it directly to Wei Ming and another disciple standing beside him, and whispered:

"You two should go to the pharmacy now and get the medicine. Watch carefully to make sure there are no mistakes. Then boil the medicine yourself and send it over here."

He had no choice but to be cautious.

This prescription is of great importance. If there is a problem in any link in the process, it will be troublesome.

Moreover, if you take the medicine under their supervision, you can get timely help if anything goes wrong.

With the disciple Wang Mengde's superb acupuncture skills, the patient's condition can definitely be turned around.

After Wei Ming and the other person left, Pu Lao and Wang Mengde started chatting about family matters with the couple in the clinic.

The little girl snuggled obediently in Wang Mengde's arms, listening quietly to the adults talking.

About half an hour later, Wei Ming and another man came in carrying a large bowl of medicine.

Looking at the black medicine, the little girl frowned, then turned to look at Wang Mengde and asked innocently, "Uncle Wang, if I drink it, will my illness be cured?"

In the past two months, she has become familiar with Wang Mengde and has great trust in this handsome uncle.

"Drink this, and you will get better."

Wang Mengde comforted in a low voice.

The little girl in front of him was two years older than his daughter Yaya, but their height and weight were similar.

After they took the medicine and observed for a while, and found nothing unusual, they let them go back.

Before leaving, Wang Mengde gave the couple some instructions, asking them to be especially careful not to let the little girl eat or drink anything cold, and to remember to come back the next morning to take her medicine.

The medicine he prescribed contained arsenic, so it only needed to be taken once a day.

"Meng De, how sure do you think the new prescription is?"

In the clinic, Mr. Pu suddenly asked.

After a moment of silence, Wang Mengde said, "Sir, this time, I feel 60% sure."

He was not talking nonsense, but came to this conclusion based on his confidence in his own medical skills.

"I hope so."

evening.

In his office at the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the phone suddenly rang.

After the call was connected, the voice of the head of the security department of Guang'anmen Hospital came from inside: "Director Wang, several people came to the hospital gate just now.

They said you poisoned their children and are making a scene."

"Okay, thanks. I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Mengde had some guesses in his mind.

This was the first time he encountered a medical accident.

(End of this chapter)