God Level Farm

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The Chinese pharmacy of Hengfeng Hospital is very professional, and the facilities for preparing Chinese medicine are readily available here.

There are charcoal stoves, casseroles, and rootless water specially stored in pure water buckets.

Xia Ruofei put the medicinal materials into the casserole, added an appropriate amount of rootless water, and set up the stove to start boiling the medicine.

The process of boiling the medicine is very boring, but you can't be distracted at all times.

Although it was just a decoction of deceptive medicine, Xia Ruofei still strictly followed the procedures stated in the online information, and spent more than half an hour to boil the medicine.

He poured the medicinal soup into a porcelain bowl specially designed for traditional Chinese medicine, and then poured the remaining unused medicinal materials into the stove together with the medicinal dregs, and burned it completely with a fire.

In this way, no matter how brilliant a Chinese medicine doctor came, he would not be able to find out the specific prescription he used for this medicinal decoction.

Xia Ruofei checked again vigilantly, and after confirming that it was safe, he summoned the spiritual picture scroll and took out the fresh-keeping box containing the petals of the strange flower from the space.

After the accumulation of these days, there are now thirteen flower petals. This is still when Xia Ruofei increases the frequency of using petals to two every three days, otherwise he can save more.

Although the amount of petals of strange flowers will inevitably increase significantly after the farm starts operation, and may even be stretched, Xia Ruofei still insists on strengthening himself.

Having experienced the torture of terminal illness, Xia Ruofei realized very clearly that the improvement of his personal strength is real, otherwise everything is a cloud.

Xia Ruofei carefully took one of the blue exotic flower petals with tweezers and threw it into the medicinal soup.

The petals dissolved in the medicinal soup silently in an instant.

He stirred the medicinal soup with a spoon again, and then, following the previous method, he sent the porcelain bowl containing the medicinal soup into the spiritual map space, and used the time difference between the inside and outside to let the medicinal soup cool down quickly within a few minutes.

Xia Ruofei took the cooled medicinal soup out of the space, put the scroll of spiritual pictures into his body, and then walked out of the room holding the porcelain bowl.

For more than half an hour, President Qin had been waiting outside the door, and he didn't even sit down for a while, but was always pacing back and forth anxiously.

Seeing Xia Ruofei coming out, President Qin walked over quickly and asked, "Mr. Xia, are you all done?"

"Well!" Xia Ruofei smiled and said, "President Qin, let's go to the ICU!"

"Okay, you worked hard..." President Qin said quickly.

The two walked hurriedly towards the elevator—the disease of cerebral hemorrhage is very dangerous, especially when Ma Xiong fell into a deep coma so quickly. Died within hours to days, so both felt a sense of urgency.

As soon as he saw Xia Ruofei and President Qin, Ma Zhiming immediately walked up to them.

Most of Ma Zhiming's relatives watched from a distance with complicated expressions, and Ma Quan, who was spitting feces just now, looked at Xia Ruofei with disdain with a sneer.

In fact, not to mention Ma Quan and these relatives, even President Qin and the hospital's brain specialists felt that Ma Zhiming went to the doctor in a hurry. With such severe symptoms of cerebral hemorrhage, he could die at any time. How could Chinese medicine work?

"Xia Sheng!" Ma Zhiming called.

"The medicine has been fried." Xia Ruofei said with a slight smile, "It's not too late, let's go and give it to Mr. Ma!"

"Okay, okay..." Ma Zhiming said quickly.

He personally accompanied Xia Ruofei and entered the ICU together under the guidance of President Qin. Everyone put on sterile clothes, and after a complete set of disinfection procedures, finally entered the ward where Ma Xiong was.

This was the first time Ma Zhiming saw his father after returning to Hong Kong Island.

I saw the gray-haired Ma Xiong lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, looking very haggard. All kinds of wires are attached to his body, and advanced medical equipment monitors various indicators of his body at any time.

Xia Ruofei couldn't help but take a few more glances. The thin old man on the hospital bed in front of him was really unable to connect with the rich and powerful people in the business world of Hong Kong Island.

Ma Xiong started his own business back then. After decades of hard work, he has accumulated tens of billions of family property. He is a veritable "jewelry king" on Hong Kong Island. At the same time, the Hengfeng Group founded by Ma Xiong has also been involved in catering, medical care, finance, etc. in recent years. Industry is a real business kingdom.

But such a business tycoon still seems so vulnerable in the face of a sudden illness.

Xia Ruofei couldn't help feeling that life was fragile, so what if he had money? Lord Yama wants you to die at the third watch, and you really won't live until the fifth watch.

"Daddy..." Ma Zhiming's voice was a little choked.

"Ming Shao, Mr. Ma is in a deep coma right now and has no response to external stimuli..." President Qin said in a low voice.

Xia Ruofei carefully placed the medicinal soup on the bedside table, and then said, "It's not too late, we'll give Mr. Ma the medicine right away."

President Qin hurriedly said, "Mr. Xia, Mr. Ma has no swallowing reaction at the moment. Do you want to perform a gastric intubation first?"

It is also important to pay attention to administering drugs to patients in a deep coma, because normal people eat food through the action of swallowing to let the food enter the esophagus, but there will be no swallowing reactions in a deep coma.

And the amount of traditional Chinese medicine is relatively large, if it is rashly fed directly, the success rate is very low, and it may even be choked into the lungs.

However, if the catheter is to be intubated, the patient suffers, because the catheter is generally entered through the nostril and directly into the stomach, and the process is naturally very painful.

Of course, comatose patients generally do not feel this pain.

Xia Ruofei pondered for a moment and said, "I don't need it for the time being. Give it a small amount and try it first. If it doesn't work, then intubate it."

"Ah? This..." Dean Qin was taken aback, "Mr. Xia, this is too dangerous, no no no..."

President Qin didn't expect Xia Ruofei to make such a layman's decision. He had no hope for traditional Chinese medicine treatment. Now Xia Ruofei's decision made him have strong doubts about Xia Ruofei's medical skills.

Because Xia Ruofei doesn't even understand common sense questions!

If it wasn't for Ma Zhiming's face, President Qin would definitely be able to scold him in person.

Ma Zhiming said without thinking: "President Qin, listen to Xia Sheng!"

"This... this... Okay!" Dean Qin said with a sigh.

This is the case in private hospitals. People are young owners, and they can count on what they say. Professionalism doesn't work at all.

Dean Qin simply stood aside and stood by, letting Xia Ruofei go and make a fool of himself.

Xia Ruofei raised the head of the hospital bed a little, and then scooped a small amount of medicinal soup with a spoon.

He motioned for Ma Zhiming to come over to help and support Ma Xiong, then he held Ma Xiong's lower jaw with gentle force, so that Ma Xiong's mouth opened a slit, the other hand brought a spoon over, and bit by bit put this small amount of medicine The soup was sent into Ma Xiong's mouth.

Dean Qin watched and shook his head secretly.

Xia Ruofei's actions are really unprofessional.

However, Xia Ruofei was still very calm. After feeding this small mouthful, he waited for a while, and then scooped a large spoonful, ready to feed the second mouthful.

Dean Qin almost couldn't help but stop it - it doesn't matter if the first mouthful is a small amount, but the second mouthful is actually a full spoonful. If Xia Ruofei is allowed to make trouble, the patient will be in danger.

But what surprised President Qin was that Xia Ruofei actually fed all this spoonful of medicinal soup very smoothly, and quickly scooped another spoonful.

Dean Qin took a closer look, when Xia Ruofei was feeding the medicine, Ma Xiong's throat had a clear swallowing motion!

Dean Qin's eyes almost popped out...

What exactly is going on? Ma Xiong, who was clearly in a deep coma, how could he suddenly have a spontaneous swallowing response? Could it be that his coma index has been improved?

President Qin almost jumped at the instruments that monitor Ma Xiong's vital signs...

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