MTL - Ma’am, Your Little Dragon Cub is Four and a Half Years Old (Lady Is a Dragon)-Chapter 544 Ye Jingzhe must be my own son! 1

  Chapter 544 Ye Jingzhe must be my own son! 1

  Mo Yinhe has urgently dispatched two top experts in infectious diseases from Atlantis

   It is said that emergency treatment mainly depends on western medicine, and the advantage of traditional Chinese medicine lies in chronic diseases. Mo Yinhe is afraid that Mingjing will not have the advantage in this area, which will delay Ye Jingzhe's condition, so he invited two top experts to come to see Ye Jingzhe.

   More importantly, he was afraid that she would also be infected, so he asked her to hand everything over to two top experts.

Si Mingjing did not agree with Mo Yinhe’s point of view. She said: “The effect of TCM in treating acute diseases is no less than that of chronic diseases. The real advantage of TCM is not chronic diseases, but emergencies. To get rid of evil spirits, but to harmonize the relationship between internal and external, qi, blood, yin and yang, viscera and meridians, to achieve self-harmony of yin and yang, and self-healing, so it can be resolved without fighting or sweating."

  Mo Yinhe couldn't understand, he didn't understand medicine, but the nurse told him that Ming Jing hadn't slept all day and night, and he felt that his woman needed to rest.

   "Don't worry, I will stay here to take care of Ye Jingzhe. You go to rest. After resting, you will have a clearer mind. I believe you can think of a better treatment."

  Si Mingjing listened.

  She went to rest and handed over the child to Mo Yinhe and two top infectious disease experts.

  Si Mingjing fell asleep for five hours. After waking up, she studied a lot of medical skills and wanted to research a treatment plan.

  The small fish tank in the bedroom holds the little Xiangrui.

Seeing Si Mingjing translating books, Little Carp Edition Xiaoxiangru Maliuer found many ancient medical books from his space museum, threw them out of the space, and flew onto the table. One of them almost hit Si Mingjing head.

  Si Mingjing picked up the basic ancient book, and glanced back at the little Xiangrui who was swimming around in the bathtub.

"thank you baby."

"Mom! Mom! What other books do you need? There are a lot of books here in Xiaoxiangru! Now many people go to the Dragon King Temple to pray for blessings and don't get infectious diseases. Mom, come on! Mom is the best! Mom cured the disease, little You can get a lot of good things by being in love with each other! I want to be my mother's little ass! Blow up my mother!"

  Si Mingjing didn't hear the little sycophant's voice. She picked up those ancient books and read them carefully one by one to see if there had been such cases before?

After looking through the whole day, although I didn’t find the exact same one, I found several similar cases, all of which were large-scale infectious diseases in history, and thousands of people died of them every time, such as cholera, such as plague , such as influenza A, such as dengue fever, such as bird flu, such as SARS, such as the new crown...

  She carefully studied past epidemics and formulated a formula.

   I don’t know if it’s useful?

  Si Mingjing dispensed and decocted the medicine, and took the medicine to the isolation building.

  Mo Yinhe sat in front of the hospital bed, watching the night of Jingzhe, reading an official document in his hand, but actually he couldn’t read it, because...

  Ye Jingzhe was already on a ventilator, sickly, and fell into a severe coma.

   I don't know why, but this child can always affect his mood and make him worry about it.

  Mo Yinhe did not notice that the official document in his hand was held upside down.

  At this time, Si Mingjing came with a bowl of traditional Chinese medicine with a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine. Mo Yinhe immediately put the official document beside him, stood up and went up to him: "What is this?"

   "I read some ancient medical books and researched a new prescription. I don't know if it will work. How is the child?"

  Two top experts in infectious diseases failed to reduce the fever of Jingzhe, and the condition worsened instead.

  Mo Yinhe put his hope on his baby again.

   "It's not going well," he said.

  The two top experts were in the next room, standing in front of the microscope to study the virus, the DNA sequence of the virus, trying to find a breakthrough, but so far it has not worked.

  Si Mingjing couldn't wait, she said, "Try, find a way to feed the medicine."

  But Ye Jingzhe fell into a poisoned coma and couldn't wake up, so it wasn't easy to feed.

Si Mingjing handed the white porcelain bowl to Mo Yinhe. She sat on the head of the bed, hugged Ye Jingzhe, clasped the child's sickly emaciated chin with two fingers, forced Ye Jingzhe to open her mouth, and said to Mo Yinhe: " You hold him, and you feed him."

  Both of them were wearing anti-epidemic suits, so it was very inconvenient to move around.

  Mo Yinhe fed the medicine, and the medicine flowed out from the corner of his mouth as soon as it was delivered to Ye Jingzhe's mouth.

  The child is unconscious and cannot swallow.

   Feed a few mouthfuls, not only did not feed in, the yellow Chinese medicine, but also flowed all over the neck of Jingzhe.

  Mo Yinhe was reluctant to waste this bowl of medicine.

  He put the medicine on the table next to him, took the child from Si Mingjing, and said, "It's not the way to give medicine like this. Think about how else to give medicine?"

  Professional things, leave it to professional people.

  Si Mingjing also noticed it, and she said, "Maybe Chinese medicine can be fed through the nose."

  Just hearing these four words, Mo Yinhe's heart ached, and his brows were frowned: "Is there no other way? Can infusion be done like Western medicine?"

  Mo Yinhe tried to wake up the child, otherwise he was afraid that Ding Jing would really plan to feed Chinese medicine through the nose, and he couldn't stand the scene, even if he was a hard-hearted man!

  It's a pity that Ye Jingzhe can't seem to hear no matter how Ren Mo Yinhe pushes and shouts.

  The little guy's brows were tightly frowned into the word Chuan, and he looked uncomfortable even in a coma, which made Mo Yinhe's heart soften and soften again and again.

"I'll try."

  Si Mingjing didn't want to feed her nose with traditional Chinese medicine either, so she took out a silver needle and gave it to Ye Jingzhe.

   Tries to wake him up.

   At first I had no hope, but I didn't expect that two minutes later, the child's eyelids moved.

  Mo Yinhe began to call the child again: "Jingzhe, don't sleep, good boy, get up and take medicine."

"dad…"

  Ye Jingzhe was confused and shouted two words.

  Mo Yinhe's heart jumped suddenly.

Ye Jingzhe had a dream. He dreamed that when he was dying, his parents were taking care of him. His eyes were not focused at the moment. He didn't know if it was a dream or reality, but he could feel a powerful man hugging him. Ye Jingzhe was fascinated. In a daze, he began to shout: "Dad, I feel bad..."

  Si Mingjing blew the medicine to warm it up, handed it to Ye Jingzhe's lips, and coaxed softly: "Jingzhe, good boy, it won't be uncomfortable after taking the medicine."

   "This must be my son!" At this time, Mo Yinhe said surprisingly.

  Si Mingjing tilted his head and glanced at Mo Yinhe.

   "He called me Daddy!"

  Si Mingjing said, "The child is confused."

   "He must be my son, I want to do a paternity test with him!"

  Si Mingjing ignored him and concentrated on feeding the medicine. After a few mouthfuls, he said, "Let the child take the medicine first, hold it tighter, and it will flow out again."

   Night Awakening was not fully awake, so it was still difficult to feed the medicine. The only fortunate thing was that the medicine was delivered to his mouth, and he knew to swallow it.

  (end of this chapter)