I Became a Medical Genius in the 80s-Chapter 561 - 560: Missing Even a Drop Will Weaken the Effect

However, this time she came because she was genuinely interested in this kind of illness, even if the person in question was not someone of high status, but an ordinary citizen, she would still come.

Mrs. Cheng’s expression changed slightly upon hearing this. It wasn’t that she suddenly regarded Beisitian in a different light, but she did respond to her statement that could sustain her child’s life.

The scene from last week’s rescue kept replaying in her mind, every time she thought of it, it tore her apart with fear, and she would wake up from her dreams in fright.

Since then, Mrs. Cheng has been somewhat neurotic. Before going to sleep, she always checks on her son. Seeing him lying there motionless fills her with dread, and she must feel his breath to be reassured.

Even waking up in the middle of the night has changed; she used to sleep through the night without needing to visit the bathroom, but now she involuntarily wakes up several times, each time startled, compelled to check on her son’s condition, even though there is someone by his side.

After Beisitian finished speaking, she said no more. Since she was here, meeting the patient would naturally be the best outcome. If she couldn’t, she wouldn’t force it, although she felt a bit regretful, given how rare such severe cases of anorexia were.

When she encountered one, she wanted to strive for it. If not, she wouldn’t linger against her conscience.

Once the child was out of danger, he was brought home immediately and is now in his bedroom, with two helpers watching over him at all times.

Mrs. Cheng hesitated for a moment before deciding to let Beisitian take a look, hoping that someone about to become a mother would not harbor ill intentions toward a child.

Although Mrs. Cheng entertained this thought, she believed that Beisitian was at most there to earn money and had no malicious intent, especially since her son’s condition didn’t warrant harm.

"Come with me," Mrs. Cheng said as she stood up. Her graceful figure hardly resembled someone who had given birth as she led Beisitian to her son’s bedroom.

Nian Fanghua sat alone in the living room, uncertain if she felt regret or something else. Mrs. Cheng’s attitude towards Doctor Bei was hardly warm. If not for Doctor Bei’s good manners, he might have left immediately.

If Mrs. Cheng offended Doctor Bei, it would likely end their interactions, but she might also be dragged into the mess. Should Doctor Bei feel slighted, there was a chance of him venting his displeasure on her and her husband, turning the situation into a foolish miscalculation.

Nian Fanghua felt some regret, as well as a bit of dissatisfaction with Mrs. Cheng. Her son was in such a state; what was there to gain by testing each other?

She understood, however, that every parent loves their child. Sometimes, emotions can cause confusion and disarray. Even her husband had once slighted Doctor Bei, and it was only because Doctor Bei was gracious and didn’t bear a grudge that their son got better!

Nian Fanghua sighed, reflecting that if she had encountered Doctor Bei first, she might not have believed him either. Sometimes, it was about fate. Their family had just lost their Hong Kong foundation when they encountered someone like Doctor Bei. Before Doctor Bei’s reputation spread, they became his first followers.

While Nian Fanghua contemplated outside, Beisitian had already entered the boy’s room.

The room was dimly lit, and a boy of about twelve or thirteen lay in bed. As Nian Fanghua described, he was nothing but bones, without an ounce of flesh on him, his cheeks deeply sunken, his original appearance no longer recognizable.

Upon seeing Mrs. Cheng, the two helpers stood aside against the wall, displaying excellent discipline and conduct.

Mrs. Cheng instructed for the lights to be turned on, brightening the room. Beisitian stood by the boy’s bed, observing silently. The boy wasn’t truly asleep; he might have been awakened by the noise, but he kept his eyes closed, with only his eyelashes flickering lightly.

Beisitian gazed down at the boy, gently lifting his emaciated hand. As she grasped it, she felt him tremble distinctly, as if surprised, somewhat embarrassed, afraid, and mixed with a dash of worry.

Beisitian was taken aback; such a simple interaction conveyed such a powerful and palpable emotion, making it abundantly clear, yet bittersweet.

Was he surprised that someone dared to hold his hand and feared being despised?

"I’m just checking; I won’t disturb your sleep." Beisitian spoke gently, her voice soothing.

Under his thin eyelids, there was a slight movement, yet no other response.

Even Mrs. Cheng was somewhat surprised by Beisitian’s behavior. She had assumed that a young intern like Beisitian would be frightened by such a sight. To be honest, many of the household staff were scared. In her anger, she fired those who showed even a hint of emotion.

To her surprise, Beisitian not only remained unperturbed but even spoke softly to her son, which softened her heart. Her gaze towards Beisitian shifted slightly, and she sighed, saying, "Doctor Bei, he is rarely conscious and cannot hear you."

Beisitian tilted her head slightly but didn’t look back. This child probably pretended to sleep to avoid facing the gazes around him.

He must be harboring a lot of stress, which isn’t good for his condition.

Beisitian assessed the child’s condition, took his pulse, and roughly understood the situation. Many of his organs were beginning to fail, which were symptoms of complications. At this rate, the child would soon fall back into a life-threatening state, and it would happen quickly.

Treating simple malnutrition wouldn’t suffice anymore; it was crucial to stimulate organ function and replenish energy.

As she had previously encountered similar cases with her mentor, Beisitian summarized her findings and quickly tailored a treatment plan specifically for this child.

As initially planned, she’d inject adequate nutrition to boost his immunity, then stimulate organ function, ensuring both approaches progress simultaneously.

With prior knowledge of the child’s condition, the treatment was clear, although reaching the goal was challenging because even if the patient wanted to cooperate, it was hard to go against his body’s sensations.

Being aware of this, Beisitian prepared talismanic water in advance. This talismanic water contained more than eighty types of medicinal herbs, each in micro doses, yet they worked synergistically. Only someone of Beisitian’s caliber could produce such talismanic water.

This was also the first time since her arrival that Beisitian prepared such complex talismanic water. Despite the micro doses, there won’t be an overload on the body from sudden nutrition infusion, yet the effects were guaranteed to be substantial!

Beisitian produced a specially crafted small porcelain bottle and said to Mrs. Cheng, "This medicine can temporarily provide nourishment to the child."

Mrs. Cheng intended to take the small bottle for a look, but Beisitian didn’t hand it over, stating, "My medicine is not easy to make; it’s rationed precisely. Even missing a single drop would reduce its effectiveness."