Chinese medicine: from rural hospitals to top three hospitals in Kyoto

Chapter 963: Yin and Yang Separation

"Mr. Lin!" Chang Lihua was shocked.

Elder Lin's pulse made Chang Lihua feel like he was falling into an icy cave!

The originally stringy, hard and sluggish pulse suddenly became loud, smooth and rapid, like an out-of-control wild horse galloping in the blood vessels. However, when he took the pulse deeply, the feeling of "emptiness when pressed hard" not only did not disappear, but became even more empty, and the radial pulse was so weak that it was almost unfeeling!

This is a typical dangerous sign of "Yin exhausted below and Yang lost above"!

The virtual yang that was forcibly pulled up finally went out of control like a volcanic eruption when it should not have erupted!

"Blood pressure! Blood oxygen! Quick!" Professor Zhao's face also changed drastically, and his voice trembled without him even noticing.

Western medicine experts from the health care team gathered around the bed, quickly operating the portable monitoring equipment.

"Blood pressure 190/110 mmHg! Blood oxygen saturation 92% and still dropping! Heart rate 132 beats/min, sinus tachycardia!"

A doctor reported the data very quickly with a serious expression.

"Mr. Lin is unconscious and at risk of phlegm blocking his airway! Prepare a sputum suction machine, open intravenous access, and prepare antihypertensive and sedative drugs!"

The room suddenly became busy.

The nurse operated the equipment skillfully, while Wang Wanping and Li Juncun stood by, at a loss, their faces pale.

Chang Lihua felt a chill running up his spine to the top of his head, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

His mind was in a mess, and Chen Yang's decisive voice echoed like a magic spell: "If this continues, the Yin will become more and more dry, and the Yang will become more and more floating, until the oil runs out and the lamp dies, and the Yin and Yang will be separated!"

"How could it happen so quickly... He was fine yesterday..."

Chang Lihua murmured to himself, gripped by great fear and regret.

The "Warming the Life Gate" plan that he was proud of was as fragile as a piece of paper in the face of cruel reality.

"Mr. Chang!" Professor Zhao suppressed his raging anger and fear, his voice seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"What are you waiting for?"

He glared at Chang Lihua fiercely, and rarely used a questioning tone to Chang Lihua: "At this moment, Chen Yang's prescription is still not usable?"

Yesterday, Professor Zhao felt that what Chen Yang said made sense.

When two people are debating, sometimes the bystander does not even need to understand the content of the debate. He can judge who is the winner and who is the loser just by looking at the expressions of the two people.

Last night, Chang Lihua was obviously exhausted. When facing Chen Yang, he was furious and no longer as calm as usual.

But over the years, Chang Lihua's authority still made Professor Zhao speechless.

But now, Mr. Lin is in danger, and the situation is different.

If Chen Yang had not made the previous judgment, Mr. Lin’s critical condition this time could only be considered as an elderly person’s critical illness. Who hasn’t been sick before?

But with Chen Yang's previous examination and last night's debate, the situation is different.

What Chen Yang said was right. The situation this time was different from previous outbreaks, and it was the result of the negligence of their expert group.

Even if Professor Zhao is not a Chinese medicine practitioner, as the team leader, he still has to take responsibility.

Chang Lihua suddenly came back to his senses, looking at Mr. Lin's painful struggle, his soaring blood pressure and falling blood oxygen. He knew that Western medicine's blood pressure-lowering sedatives could only temporarily control the symptoms but could not solve the root cause.

He struggled for a few seconds, and finally yelled at Li Juncun, "Quick! Write the prescription that Chen Yang wrote yesterday... No, rewrite it! Boil the medicine immediately! Quick! As fast as possible!"

At this moment, Chang Lihua dared not hesitate any longer.

"But, Mr. Chang, didn't you say..." Li Juncun was stunned.

"No buts! Saving lives is the most important thing! I will take responsibility!"

Chang Lihua almost roared out. At this moment, face, authority, and partisanship all seemed so pale and ridiculous in front of a vibrant and noble life.

He took a step back dejectedly, watching Professor Zhao instruct the nurses to suction out Mr. Lin's sputum, establish an intravenous channel, and inject antihypertensive drugs and sedatives.

After the medicine took effect, Mr. Lin's breathing seemed to be steadier and his flushed face faded slightly, but he was still unconscious. The phlegm sound in his throat did not completely disappear, and his body temperature began to rise.

Chang Lihua stepped forward to take the patient's pulse again. The strong, smooth and rapid pulse eased a little under the suppression of the medicine, but the false, rootless and restless "floating yang" energy was surging deep in the pulse like an underground fire and could erupt again at any time.

He knew that Western medicine could only stabilize the dam temporarily, but beneath the dam was a raging torrent that could burst at any time.

Time passed minute by minute, and every second cut like a knife into the hearts of Chang Lihua and everyone present.

......

The harsh sound of brakes was heard outside the sanatorium.

Lin Zhenxing almost dragged Chen Yang out of the car and ran all the way.

Lin Zhenxing called Chen Yang before he went down the mountain. Chen Yang rushed to the sanatorium, while Lin Zhenxing rushed down the mountain from the sanatorium. Basically, not long after Lin Zhenxing came down the mountain, Chen Yang arrived at the foot of the mountain and was followed up the mountain by Lin Zhenxing.

Chen Yang's face was as calm as water, and his expression was calm.

Before setting off, Chen Yang sensed that the situation was critical from Lin Zhenxing's hurried phone call, and the worst situation indeed happened.

"Dr. Chen is here."

Seeing Chen Yang come in, someone in the room spoke subconsciously, and everyone looked at Chen Yang. Professor Zhao and Chang Lihua seemed to feel relieved the moment they saw Chen Yang.

At this moment, Chen Yang was like a life-saving straw to them.

"Doctor Chen." Lin Zhenxing pulled Chen Yang to the bedside and said anxiously, "Come and see my grandpa."

"Don't worry."

As he spoke, Chen Yang's gaze instantly turned to Mr. Lin who was unconscious on the bed.

Although Mr. Lin's face was not as red as described on the phone, the darkness beneath the blush was more ominous. His breathing was shallow and rapid, there was still a slight sound of phlegm in his throat, and his lips were cracked and chapped.

Chen Yang's eyes swept across the busy medical staff beside the bed, across Chang Lihua whose face was pale and eyes were evasive, and finally fell on the numbers on the electrocardiogram monitor - blood pressure 160/100 mmHg, heart rate 110 beats/min, blood oxygen 95%.

The medicine temporarily suppressed the dangerous appearance, but it could not cover up the surging crisis within.

"Doctor Chen!"

When Professor Zhao saw Chen Yang, he felt like he had found his backbone. He immediately reported the rescue process and current vital signs in a concise manner.

"Sedatives and antihypertensive drugs have just been used, and the effects are still being maintained, but the sputum has not stopped, the body temperature is 38.2c, and consciousness has not recovered."

Chen Yang didn't say anything. He sat down beside the bed, pushed away the infusion stand that was in the way, pulled out the infusion needle, waited for a while, and then placed three fingers firmly on Mr. Lin's wrist.

The pulse is still floating and rapid, but when pressed hard, the feeling of emptiness is even worse than yesterday. The pulse on the radial side is deep, weak and almost dead!

If you feel it carefully, it seems like there is a faint burning and restless energy rushing left and right in the blood vessels.

If Yin fails to restrain Yang, Yang will already be escaping!

Looking at the tongue coating again, the tongue is dark red with little moisture, and the cracks are like cracked dry land. The tongue coating is scorched yellow and dry, and the center is even faintly gray-black!

Chen Yang's heart sank suddenly.

The situation was even more dangerous than he had expected! This was no longer a simple case of Yin deficiency and Yang hyperactivity, but a sign of "Yin and Yang separation" where the Yin fluid was about to dry up completely and the Yang was about to completely escape!