The Uyghur old man and the villager were still chattering, they were both very anxious depending on the situation, and discussed countermeasures back and forth.
Chen Mu couldn't help asking Aunt Gu Li: "Aunt Gu Li, what do you usually do when you encounter such a situation?"
Aunt Gu Li thought for a while and said, "There is no doctor in our village. If something like this happens, we can only go to the medical station in Bahe Town."
Bahe Town? medical station
Chen Mu was speechless.
It takes so long on this road, what's the use of going there when you have a sudden illness
Aunt Guli added: "In the past, there was a village of Saiti two miles away from us. There was a local doctor in the village. People in the vicinity would always go to him when they were sick."
While speaking, Aunt Gu Li sighed softly and said, "But that local doctor passed away last month, so now... I don't know what to do."
After hearing this, Chen Mu was a little speechless.
He is young and strong, and he doesn't get sick very often. Even if he gets sick, it's just a minor ailment like a cold and fever, which can be solved by "drinking plenty of water", so he doesn't feel much about things that can't be cured.
But here, such things seem to be the norm, which makes people feel helpless.
Thinking about it carefully, after he came to the Northwest, he saw the hierarchical diagnosis and treatment model advertised on TV from time to time that "minor illnesses can't leave the village, common illnesses can't leave the village, serious illnesses can't leave the county", and he didn't pay much attention to it.
Now it seems that with the conditions in the desert, it is really not easy to really establish this model. It is not known how much manpower and material resources it will take to do it.
Suddenly in my heart, I secretly praised the court's efforts in this regard.
After such a short time, the Uighur old man came back from the gate of the courtyard and begged Chen Xiwen: "Doctor Chen, the old man in the village is suffering from a sudden illness, can you help me take a look?"
In fact, Chen Xiwen had been hearing the conversation between Aunt Gu Li and Chen Mu. After thinking about it, she nodded, "Okay, then I'll go and have a look, but with the current conditions, I can't guarantee whether it will be cured."
The Uyghur old man said sincerely: "It doesn't matter if you can cure the disease or not, as long as you are willing to help take a look, everyone is very grateful to you."
"Okay, let's go then."
Chen Xiwen thought for a while, got up from the chair quickly, and walked to the gate of the courtyard drunk, but suddenly seemed to remember something, turned back, went back to his residence, took a small bag, and then let the Uighur old man lead the way.
When Chen Xiwen went to see a doctor, Chen Mu had no choice but to follow.
Although the Uyghur old man said that it would be fine if the disease was cured or not, who knows if something bad will happen if the disease is not cured, so he had to go and have a look.
The columnist saw Chen Mu and Chen Xiwen leaving together, his eyes flickered, and he went back to his room to get his camera, and hurriedly followed.
The Uighur old man and the villager led the way. Hearing that Chen Xiwen was a doctor, the villager thanked him several times, and at the same time introduced some of his mother's illness.
It was just that for some unknown reason, after his mother finished dinner, she suddenly complained of heart tightness, chest tightness, shortness of breath and so on.
Chen Xiwen frowned more and more when she heard it. When she went to the villager's house and examined the old man lying on the bed, she said: "This is a manifestation of a coronary heart attack. It is very dangerous and must be sent to the hospital immediately. .”
When the old Uyghur man and the villager heard this, they immediately had bitter faces, and the villager even knelt down in a single scene: "Doctor Chen, please save me, Apa, the nearest medical station in Bahe town is four miles away." Hours, we can't make it in time."
Chen Xiwen said: "I will give first aid to the elderly, but even if she is rescued, she must be sent to the hospital for a physical examination, so as to understand her condition and provide treatment, so as to avoid such situations in the future as much as possible. occur."
After a slight pause, she said again: "Listen to me, no matter what, send someone to the hospital to call an ambulance."
After the old Uygur man talked to the villager, the villager immediately went out to find his younger brother, who dared to go to the Bahe Town Medical Station overnight to find an ambulance.
Chen Xiwen turned around, took out a small bottle of medicine from his bag, poured out a few pills, and fed them into the old man's mouth with water.
"Quick-acting heart-rescuing pill?"
Chen Mu picked up the vial and looked at it, and couldn't help but ask Chen Xiwen, "Why are you carrying this medicine?"
While taking medicine for the old man, Chen Xiwen replied, "I bought it in the town yesterday."
"You buy...buy this drug...well, why?"
Chen Mu didn't check specifically what medicine Chen Xiwen bought yesterday, thinking that he just bought some cold medicine and fever medicine, but he didn't expect that there was such a medicine.
After Chen Xiwen finished feeding the medicine, he looked up at Chen Mu: "Suxiao Jiuxin Pill has many uses, you can check the details yourself, I always keep it on hand when I travel."
Chen Mu felt that his posture was up, and decided to go back to the Internet to check.
Chen Xiwen told the old man to lie down, took her hand, aimed at the uppermost horizontal crease on the wrist, made a slight horizontal gesture with two fingers, and then pressed down with a little force.
"What are you doing? Is this useful?"
Chen Mu is diligent and studious, and he is not ashamed to ask questions.
While pressing, Chen Xiwen replied: "This is the Neiguan point, one of the key points for the body's strength, and also the gateway for human body protection. Kneading this point can effectively relieve arrhythmia."
Chen Mu was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "You... did you study at Johns Hopkins University?"
Chen Xiwen glanced at him angrily: "You don't care where I learned it, as long as it works."
"Yes, yes, Dr. Chen, you are awesome!"
Chen Mu smirked, and turned around to see the columnist holding up the camera, looking for an angle to take a picture of Chen Xiwen, and couldn't help but ask, "Why are you taking this picture?"
"I think this is a good subject and I want to take a picture."
The columnist took one picture, took a look at the effect, took another picture, and looked at the effect again. He seemed satisfied and said with a smile, "Don't you think Dr. Chen's way of saving people is beautiful?"
"beautiful!"
Chen Mu nodded honestly, then turned to compliment Chen Xiwen: "Doctor Chen, you are so beautiful."
"Don't bother me!"
Chen Xiwen continued to concentrate on rubbing the acupuncture points for the old man, stopping every 30 seconds or so, and then continued again. After repeated operations for a while, she would stop again to check the old man's condition, very carefully.
Chen Mu knew how to measure, and shut up obediently.
Others did not dare to speak.
Everyone watched Chen Xiwen's actions and quietly waited for the result.
Especially the old man's son, who kept rubbing his hands until his fingers turned white, and was silently chanting something, which should be scriptures or something.
After about half an hour—
Chen Xiwen checked the old man's condition again, and under everyone's gaze, he let out a sigh of relief: "The situation has stabilized."
"Hoo..."
Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The old man's son knelt down all of a sudden, holding his face and weeping.
Chen Xiwen said: "However, we can't be too optimistic. The current situation is only temporary. We still need to send the elderly to the medical station for examination and treatment as soon as possible."
"Thank you, Dr. Chen."
"Thank you, you are my savior, Apa, and I am willing to repay you with my life."
The scene of Chen Xiwen being thanked solemnly was accurately recorded in the shot after the columnist double-clicked the shutter.