The process of brewing Chinese medicine was very simple.
After making sure that the doors and windows were locked and the curtains were drawn, Xia Ruofei carefully checked the entire room again. After confirming that there were no surveillance devices, he followed the Chinese medicine prescription for liver cancer that he had memorized in advance and found the corresponding herbs from these herbs.
Xu Wu was very meticulous. Not only did he have a set of equipment for brewing the medicine, he also bought a delicate scale. Xia Ruofei easily weighed the herbs involved in the prescription according to their weight and put them into the casserole.
There was a sink in the room for doctors, but Xia Ruofei did not go to get tap water. He directly summoned the Spiritual Map Scroll from the palm of his hand, contacted the space with his mind, and took out a small basin of space water.
Then, it was simmering slowly.
Considering that Master Song was still in a coma, it would be a little troublesome to feed him, so Xia Ruofei deliberately simmered for a long time, so that there was not much liquid left in the end.
He poured the Chinese medicine in the casserole into a clay bowl, and about half a bowl of dark brown medicinal soup was obtained.
Then, Xia Ruofei opened his suitcase and found a bottle of flower petal solution with a relatively high concentration.
The entire bottle of flower petal solution contained about half of a rare flower petal.
Xia Ruofei poured about one-fifth of the bottle into the clay bowl, and mixed it evenly to form half a bowl of medicinal soup.
Xia Ruofei considered giving it to Master Song five times first. When the time came, there should be a very good effect. After that, he would decide on the next step according to the situation.
Master Song's condition was very serious. Xia Ruofei estimated that an entire rare flower petal might not be able to completely cure him, so a solution containing half of a rare flower petal would definitely not be able to completely cure him. At the same time, it would definitely have a good effect. This would achieve the initial goal.
After the medicinal soup was prepared, Xia Ruofei put the clay bowl aside and let the medicinal soup inside cool down.
Then, he randomly grabbed some herbs from each bag, including the ones used to brew the medicine before. Then, he mixed them all together and poured them into the medicinal dregs in the casserole, and added some tap water to boil it again.
After all the herbs were mixed together, Xia Ruofei poured the medicinal soup in the casserole into the sink, and poured the remaining dregs into the stove to burn them all.
After doing all this, the medicinal soup in the clay bowl had almost cooled down.
Xia Ruofei put the rest of the medicine bags into the suitcase, carefully locked it, and then opened the door with the clay bowl.
"Doctor Xia, the medicine?" Director Lu at the door quickly asked.
The whole process of decocting the medicine took one to two hours. Manager Lu actually stayed here and did not leave.
"Mm!" Xia Ruofei smiled and nodded. "You can give the medicine to the chief now."
"Good, good, good!" Director Lu's eyes involuntarily looked at the clay bowl in Xia Ruofei's hands. The brown medicinal liquid had become the only hope in his eyes. Whether Master Song could survive this ordeal depended on the effectiveness of the medicine prescribed by the young Xia Ruofei.
Song Zhengping, Tian Huilan, and Song Rui were already waiting in the ward. When Xia Ruofei walked into the room, several gazes instantly fell on him.
Xia Ruofei smiled at Tian Huilan, indicating that she could relax.
Then, he went straight to the bed and put the clay bowl on the bedside table. Then, he personally raised Master Song's bed and took off his oxygen mask without hesitation.
Xia Ruofei began to slowly feed Master Song the medicinal soup.
In fact, a few hours ago, after Master Song had taken the bottle of petal solution with the lowest concentration, he was no longer in a deep coma. So, when Xia Ruofei fed him the medicinal soup, he could already subconsciously swallow.
Xia Ruofei was very patient. In addition, there wasn't much medicinal soup, only about half a bowl, so he smoothly fed him all of it.
After feeding him, Xia Ruofei waited for a little while before gently putting down the bedside table and putting the oxygen mask on Master Song's face again.
Song Zhengping and the others only breathed a sigh of relief when Xia Ruofei stood up. They had almost held their breaths before.
Although he knew that the effects of Chinese medicine tended to be slow, Director Lu couldn't help but ask, "Doctor Xia, how's the situation?"
"Let's observe him a little longer!" Xia Ruofei smiled and said, "Give him another dose of Chinese medicine tomorrow morning. I think he should wake up in the morning."
"Wake … Wake up!" Director Lu opened his mouth slightly and said, "Doctor Xia, you're saying that he might wake up tomorrow morning?"
"That's just my guess. I can't guarantee it!" Xia Ruofei smiled and said.
"That's true, that's true …" Director Lu said.
Song Zhengping stepped forward and said, "Doctor Xia, it's been hard on you! Thank you, thank you … "
Song Zhengping had rushed to Hongzhou in a hurry just to see his father for the last time. He was very clear about his father's condition and didn't dare to hope that he could recover. He didn't expect that after coming to Hongzhou, a young Chinese medicine doctor would bring him hope.
Song Zhengping had long been trained to be calm and collected. At this moment, he couldn't help but show a hint of excitement.
"You're welcome." Xia Ruofei said in a neither servile nor overbearing manner, "Governor Song, I'll go back to my room first. I'll brew the second dose of Chinese medicine for the chief tomorrow morning. Just leave one person in the ward. It's fine as long as the monitoring device doesn't give an alarm! "
Xia Ruofei had received a call from Tian Huilan at noon. He had rushed all the way here and experienced so many things on the way. At this time, the sky outside was completely dark. Xia Ruofei also felt a little tired.
"Okay, Doctor Xia, you've worked hard. Hurry up and rest!" Song Zhengping said.
Xia Ruofei also said goodbye to Director Lu, Tian Huilan, and the others, and went back to the doctor's lounge. He simply washed up and went directly to the inner room to rest.
The bedsheets and blankets that Liang Haitao had used before were naturally replaced by brand new ones by the staff.
As for how difficult it would be for the dozen or so people in the medical team to squeeze in the big conference room, it wasn't something that Xia Ruofei cared about.
…
The next morning, Xia Ruofei woke up on time.
He asked Director Lu to send breakfast to the room. After a simple breakfast, Xia Ruofei directly locked the doors and windows and began to brew the second dose of Chinese medicine.
This time, he was even more familiar with the process.
More than an hour later, Xia Ruofei came to Master Song's bed with a bowl of medicinal soup.
Before feeding the medicine, Xia Ruofei observed Master Song's situation. His vital signs were quite stable, and some of the black spots on his hands and feet had faded a lot. It was obvious that the medicinal soup yesterday was effective.
Song Zhengping and the others also came to the room early.
Today, not only were there Song Zhengping and his son, but there were also a few middle-aged men and women who looked somewhat similar to Song Zhengping. They were all Master Song's children. Master Song had a total of three sons and two daughters, and they all held important positions in Beijing or all over the country.
Other than his third son, Master Song, who worked in a ministry, accompanied the leader on a foreign visit and couldn't make it back in time, the other children of Master Song had all rushed here one after another after Xia Ruofei went to bed last night.
Xia Ruofei personally fed Master Song the second bowl of Chinese medicine, and then waited in the ward with everyone else.
As time passed, except for Xia Ruofei, everyone looked at Master Song on the bed very nervously.
Xia Ruofei said that after drinking the medicine, Master Song would very likely wake up.
The success of this treatment depended on whether Master Song would wake up or not. Although Xia Ruofei had successfully stabilized Master Song's vital signs, everyone still had doubts about whether he could treat liver cancer.
If Master Song could really wake up from his coma like Xia Ruofei said, Xia Ruofei's treatment would undoubtedly be the right treatment.
Therefore, the Song siblings, Tian Huilan, and Director Lu were all very nervous.
Even Song Rui, who was usually cheerful, had a serious expression on his face. He stood obediently to the side, but his eyes would occasionally look left and right restlessly.
Under everyone's gaze, Master Song still lay quietly on the bed, his chest rising and falling very smoothly.
The rhythmic beeping sound from the monitoring equipment seemed to be amplified in the quiet ward.
Ten minutes …
Twenty minutes …
Soon, more than half an hour had passed, and Master Song still showed no signs of waking up.
The ward was dead silent, and the atmosphere was tense.
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