My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 544 Ye Jingzhe is Definitely My Own Son! 1
Mo Yinhe had already urgently transferred two top infectious disease experts from Atlantis.
It is said that emergency treatments primarily rely on Western medicine, while the advantage of Chinese medicine lies in chronic diseases. Mo Yinhe feared that Si Mingjing wouldn’t have the upper hand in this aspect and might delay Ye Jingzhe’s condition, so he invited two top experts to treat him. More importantly, he was afraid she would also get infected, so he wanted her to leave everything to the two specialists.
Si Mingjing disagreed with Mo Yinhe’s views. "The effectiveness of Chinese medicine in treating acute conditions is by no means inferior to its effectiveness in treating chronic ones," she said. "The true strength of Chinese medicine lies not in chronic illnesses, but in acute emergencies. The approach of Chinese medicine aligns well with the characteristics of critical emergency treatment—treatment isn’t necessarily about expelling pathogens, but about balancing the relationships between exterior and interior, qi and blood, yin and yang, organs and meridians, achieving a natural harmony and self-healing. Therefore, recovery may occur without needing to fight the illness directly or induce sweating."
Mo Yinhe didn’t understand; he was not familiar with medical science. However, a nurse told him that Mingjing hadn’t slept for a day and a night, and he felt his woman needed rest.
"Don’t worry," he said, "I will stay here to take care of Ye Jingzhe. You go and rest. Once you’re fully rested and have a clearer mind, I believe you can come up with a better treatment plan."
Si Mingjing took his advice. She went to rest, leaving the child in the care of Mo Yinhe and the two top infectious disease experts.
Si Mingjing slept for five hours. Upon waking, she pored over many medical texts, hoping to develop a treatment plan.
In the bedroom’s small fish tank lived Little Xiangru.
Seeing Si Mingjing studying books, the Little Liyu version of Little Xiangru quickly fetched many ancient medical texts from her Spatial Museum. She threw them out from her space, and they flew onto the desk; one nearly hit Si Mingjing’s head.
Si Mingjing picked up the ancient texts and glanced back at Little Xiangru swimming around in the bathtub.
"Thank you, sweetheart."
"Mommy! Mommy! Do you need any more books? Little Xiangru has lots of books here! So many people are going to the Dragon King Temple now to pray they don’t catch this infectious disease. Go, Mommy! You’re the best! If Mommy cures the disease, Little Xiangru will receive tons and tons of merit! I want to be Mommy’s little flatterer and tell everyone how amazing you are!"
Si Mingjing didn’t hear the little flatterer’s voice. She picked up the ancient texts and carefully reviewed them one by one, checking if there had been any similar cases in the past.
After reviewing for an entire day, although she didn’t find an exact match, she found several similar cases—major infectious diseases throughout history that had killed thousands, such as cholera, plague, influenza, dengue fever, avian flu, SARS, and COVID-19.
She meticulously studied past epidemics and came up with a formula. Will it work?
Si Mingjing prepared the medicine, decocted it, and carried it to the quarantine building.
Mo Yinhe sat by the sickbed, watching over Ye Jingzhe, holding a document in his hand. But he was unable to concentrate because Ye Jingzhe was on a respirator, looking terribly ill and deeply comatose. For reasons unknown, this child always managed to tug at his heartstrings, causing him great distress. Mo Yinhe didn’t even realize he was holding the document upside down.
Just then, Si Mingjing came in with a bowl of Chinese medicine that had a strong aroma. Mo Yinhe immediately put the document aside and stood up to meet her. "What is this?"
"I’ve researched some ancient medical texts and developed a new prescription," Si Mingjing replied. "I don’t know if it will work. How is the child?"
The two top infectious disease experts hadn’t been able to reduce Ye Jingzhe’s fever. In fact, his condition had worsened. Mo Yinhe once again placed his hopes on his beloved.
"The situation is not looking good," he said.
The two top experts were in the adjacent room, hunched over a microscope. They were studying the virus, analyzing its DNA sequence in an attempt to find a breakthrough, but so far, they had met with no success.
Si Mingjing couldn’t wait. "Let’s try it," she said. "We need to find a way to administer the medicine."
However, Ye Jingzhe was in a toxic coma and couldn’t be roused, making it difficult to feed him.
Si Mingjing handed the white porcelain bowl to Mo Yinhe. She sat at the head of the bed and lifted Ye Jingzhe. Supporting the child’s emaciated chin with two fingers, she gently tried to open his mouth. Then she said to Mo Yinhe, "You hold him. You feed him."
Both were dressed in protective suits, making movements quite cumbersome.
Mo Yinhe attempted to administer the medicine. However, as soon as it reached Ye Jingzhe’s mouth, it trickled out from the corner. The child was comatose and couldn’t swallow. After a few attempts, not only had no medicine gone in, but the yellow herbal medicine had also dripped all over Ye Jingzhe’s neck.
Mo Yinhe couldn’t bear to waste the bowl of medicine. He placed it on a nearby table, took the child from Si Mingjing’s arms, and said, "Feeding him like this isn’t working. Can you think of any other way to administer the medicine?"
Professional matters should be left to professionals.
Si Mingjing realized this too. "Perhaps we could use a nasogastric tube for the herbal medicine," she suggested.
Just hearing her suggestion made Mo Yinhe’s heart ache, his brow furrowing tightly. "Is there no other way? Can’t we use an intravenous drip, like in Western medicine?"
Mo Yinhe tried to rouse the child. He was afraid Mingjing genuinely intended to proceed with nasogastric feeding for the herbal medicine—a sight he couldn’t bear, tough-hearted as he was.
Unfortunately, no matter how much Mo Yinhe prodded or called out, Ye Jingzhe seemed not to hear. The little one’s eyebrows were tightly knitted into a frown, and he looked pained even in his coma, melting Mo Yinhe’s heart further still.
"I’ll try," Si Mingjing said. She didn’t want to resort to nasogastric feeding either. She took out a Silver Needle and began administering acupuncture to Ye Jingzhe, attempting to awaken him.
She hadn’t held out much hope, but to their surprise, two minutes later, the child’s eyelids twitched.
Mo Yinhe began calling out to the child again, "Jingzhe, don’t sleep. Good boy, get up and take your medicine."
"Daddy..." Ye Jingzhe mumbled hazily, uttering the word.
Mo Yinhe’s heart skipped a beat.
Ye Jingzhe was dreaming. He dreamt he was gravely ill, with his parents by his side, caring for him. His gaze was unfocused; he couldn’t tell if it was a dream or reality. However, he could feel a strong man holding him. Dazedly, Ye Jingzhe began to cry out, "Daddy, I feel so bad..."
Si Mingjing blew on the medicine until it was lukewarm and brought it to Ye Jingzhe’s lips, gently coaxing, "Jingzhe, be good. Take your medicine, and you won’t feel so bad anymore."
"This must be my son!" Mo Yinhe exclaimed suddenly.
Si Mingjing turned her head to glance at Mo Yinhe.
"He called me Daddy!"
Si Mingjing said, "The child is still confused."
"He must be my son! I want to do a DNA test with him!"
Si Mingjing ignored him, concentrating on administering the medicine. After a few spoonfuls, she said, "Let the child take the medicine first. Hold him steadier; it’s spilling out again."
Ye Jingzhe hadn’t fully awakened, so administering the medicine was still very difficult. Fortunately, however, once the medicine was in his mouth, he knew to swallow.
