"Lift up the clothes, let me take a look."
Zhou Minjun quickly lifted the child's clothes, revealing the baby's delicate skin.
Lu Xuan gently tapped on it, and soon felt a hard object, which should be the screw the child accidentally swallowed.
Having found the screw's location, Lu Xuan placed his hand on the child's pulse, quietly feeling the strong pulsation.
Zhou Minjun's family anxiously waited by the side, seeing Lu Xuan deep in thought, they didn't dare to disturb, fearing to interrupt his concentration.
Sure enough, after Lu Xuan's actions, it was like a hive buzzing around his ears.
[He's still diagnosing the pulse, maybe this guy does have some skills!]
The skepticism came from some big shot.
Lu Xuan didn't care, having no intention of arguing with a bunch of medicinal herbs.
He's not sick.
However, being doubted was one thing, being looked down upon by a bunch of herbs was slightly infuriating.
[You can't judge a person by their appearance, perhaps he really does have some abilities.]
[Isn't licorice your medicine that harmonizes a hundred others? With its experience, it should know how to handle this situation, right?]
Here it comes.
Finally getting what he wanted, Lu Xuan felt his heart jump up to his throat, occasionally glancing at the licorice specimen.
Indeed, if any herb appeared most frequently in prescriptions, it would undoubtedly be the "old national" licorice.
Perhaps, in this situation, licorice really could offer a solution.
[There is a way, but knowing it doesn't help! Dr. Lu probably has never encountered this condition, let alone know how to treat it.]
Licorice's voice echoed in his mind.
Feeling belittled again, Lu Xuan couldn't help but want to roll his eyes, but seeing the tense faces of Zhou Minjun's family, he ultimately held back.
[Oh, so you do know.]
[What should be done?]
[Quick, tell us.]
Lu Xuan was also anxious, hurry up and say it!
Afraid of missing the optimal treatment time for the child, especially with the child's heartrending cries, his heart as a doctor was also heavily pulling at him.
Licorice seemed to be reminiscing, speaking slowly after a while:
[Actually, it's not a prescription or anything, just a bowl of porridge, a small cup of Bone Charcoal Powder, mix the Bone Charcoal Powder with the porridge, feed it to the child, and then give a spoonful of castor oil. If the child stops crying after a while, there's a high chance the screw will be passed out smoothly.]
[There's such a thing?]
[What's the principle behind it?]
[The principle is simple, it's like electroplating the screw with a layer of Bone Charcoal Powder, smoothing it, so the small intestine can gradually push the screw out.]
[As expected of the medicine that harmonizes a hundred others, you even know such folk remedies, but judging by your words, this young Dr. Lu might really be powerless.]
Who would have thought using the principle of electroplating could help a child pass the screw?
Among them, only licorice, with its harmonizing abilities, knew this method, let alone a young Traditional Chinese Medicine Doctor.
[Initially, I hoped our Traditional Chinese Medicine would bring hope, but now it seems just as hopeless; this child will ultimately need surgery.]
[The child is too young, only ten months old, the risk of surgery is too high.]
[High risk or not, there's no choice; not passing it out poses a life risk unless an experienced Traditional Chinese Medicine Doctor knows this method.]
[In China, many capable Traditional Chinese Medicine doctors exist, but finding the right one is too difficult, the child can't wait that long.]
[What a pity!]
A chorus of sighs resonated, none believing Lu Xuan knew this method.
This poor child, ultimately, couldn't escape surgery, slashing a cut on the tender belly.
However, Lu Xuan, who they deemed incompetent, felt his eyes twitch with extreme joy.
It's possible.