Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Oolong of the Respiratory Department

Just when the two sides were humbling each other and the dispute was inconclusive for a while, a passer-by suddenly shouted from the side of the street: "Whose car, move it quickly!"

Jiang Ruoshui looked back and found that it was his car, so he called Lu Yuan, and after greeting him, he drove the car away.

On the way to the hospital, Jiang Ruoshui was surprised in his heart, and his gaze at Lu Yuan was a little different. From the perspective of Western medicine, it is impossible to save the situation just now without equipment.

But Lu Yuan forcibly relied on one-handed acupuncture to save the old lady, and it was incredible to use traditional Chinese medicine that was slow to work.

Lu Yuan was sullen and unhappy, after getting the inheritance, I don't know when, I became a little proud and complacent, and I felt that I couldn't help myself with any illness. Today, the old lady's illness is actually not too serious in the inheritance.

However, he was not cured on the spot, this time he woke him up, the height that the divine doctor reached by himself back then, and now he is still far from relying on the inheritance, what is there to be complacent?

Looking at Lu Yuan's expression, Jiang Ruoshui was puzzled: "You saved a life today, why are you still suffering from a face?"

"However, I didn't cure the old lady!" Lu Yuan said dejectedly.

"Are you unhappy about this kind of thing? That's a worldwide medical problem!" Jiang Ruoshui rolled his eyes, this guy is so ambitious.

Lu Yuan said: "Whether it's a problem or not, isn't it still something to be happy about if the disease is not cured?"

Regarding Lu Yuan's rebuttal, Jiang Ruoshui was speechless, and was stunned for a while, looking like he wanted to say something but couldn't say it.

After getting out of the car, Lu Yuan returned to the clinic as soon as possible, resolutely not giving Tao Qingying a chance to scold him.

At this time, Zhou Dadong had already dealt with the follow-up matters and was taking his mother to Pratt & Whitney Hospital, and now he trusted Lu Yuan very much, and he still wanted to find Lu Yuanzhi.

But because my mother's illness was asthma, the nurse hung up on the respiratory medicine department. When I saw the doctor and Zhou Dadong proposed to Lu Yuan for treatment, the attending doctor's face was ugly, but he couldn't resist Zhou Dadong's strong request, and the doctor had no choice but to find Director Hou.

Director Hou is in his fifties, although his hair loss is serious, his hair is still meticulously combed, and he is explaining to Zhou Dadong at this time: "Sir, I have gone through all the information of the intern doctors, and I don't see a doctor surnamed Lu!"

Zhou Dadong was a little puzzled: Could it be that those two people were lying, no, didn't they do anything bad, what kind of lie?

So he confirmed again: "Are you sure there is no doctor surnamed Lu? He said, he is Lu Yuan of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine!"

Director Hou looked at Zhou Dadong and said, "It's really not ...... What do you say?

The expression on Director Hou's face suddenly became very exciting: "Sir, please respect our profession, we are professional doctors in respiratory medicine." If we can't cure it, it's useless for you to go to the Chinese medicine department. ”

Suddenly, Zhou Dadong understood, it turned out that Director Hou was not looking for the list of the whole hospital at all, and he said angrily: "Then you don't have to care, anyway, I have to see Dr. Lu!"

Director Hou's face was ugly, and he said in his heart: He's here to find trouble, what is that Lu Heyuan, a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, who treats diseases in the Department of Respiratory Medicine, didn't he slap himself in the face?

After thinking about it, he shot back unceremoniously: "If you want to find a Chinese medicine doctor, please register with the Chinese medicine department!"

"Then you didn't say it earlier, as soon as I talked about asthma, the little nurse hung up the respiratory department!" Zhou Dadong complained.

In a word, Director Hou's liver hurt, and he began to reason with him again.

The two were entangled for a long time, and Director Hou finally compromised and went to the Chinese medicine department to call the so-called Dr. Lu.

However, when he arrived at the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, he found that Lu Yuan was just an intern doctor, and he couldn't help but mock: "Hmph, someone has to come to you for treatment, I thought it was a powerful person, it turned out to be a small intern doctor!"

Lu Yuan's face was inexplicable, he was sick, right? He didn't offend him, what did he do sarcastically as soon as he came in?

Tao Qingying was not very happy, no matter how she said it, Lu Yuan was her person. She exhaled angrily: "Director Hou, we will solve our affairs by ourselves, please don't interfere with you, the director of the respiratory department!"

When Director Hou heard this, he became even more angry, and pointed to Lu Yuan: "You also know that it's not good to meddle in other departments, so why did he extend his hand to our respiratory department?"

The stubborn Director Hou argued with Tao Qingying for a long time, and finally said helplessly: "The patient is looking for you by name, come with me, let me see how capable you are!"

Lu Yuan cast an inquiring glance at Tao Qingying, and after getting consent, he nodded and walked out.

Along the way, Director Hou sneered at Lu Yuan: "I see that you are young and have not studied Chinese medicine for a few years, can you cure the patient?

Lu Yuan saw that he had been chattering, and said a little impatiently: "Okay, okay, if you can't cure it, I will take the responsibility!"

However, Director Nahou did not stop, but intensified his efforts: "Do you think that it is a matter of responsibility to be unable to be cured? That is human life! Be responsible, can you afford it......

The two finally entered the respiratory department and saw Zhou Dadong and his mother, and when the two saw Lu Yuan, they instantly became excited.

Zhou Dadong stepped forward, grabbed Lu Yuan's hand, and said excitedly: "Benefactor, I can be regarded as seeing you, you see my mother's ...... illness"

Lu Yuan said with a smile: "It's just a gesture, and it's not a kindness." Your mother's illness, I'll check it first, it shouldn't be a big problem. ”

Director Hou on the side suddenly pinched his throat and shouted: "Oh, the intern doctor is so powerful, dare to say that it is not a big problem without examination?"

But Lu Yuan didn't seem to hear it, so he checked it a little to confirm the condition, and then started treatment. But there were a lot of people around, and it was inconvenient to treat, so he asked, "Do you have a separate room in your department?"

Director Hou jumped out again and said: "What kind of separate room, we have to watch it, if you cure it, with us, it won't kill anyone!"

His expression was full of disbelief in Lu Yuan, as if something would happen in the next moment, and he didn't agree.

Although Lu Yuan was dissatisfied, he had no choice but to accept it, he took out the silver needle and prepared for treatment.

The moment he saw the silver needle, Director Hou rushed forward with an arrow and said to the others: "See, he wants to use acupuncture to treat asthma, you say it's not funny!"

Several other doctors chimed in: "Chinese medicine for asthma, if it is Chinese medicine conditioning, I feel that there is still a bit of a spectrum, but acupuncture, it is impossible, it is obviously fooling around!"

Lu Yuan turned a deaf ear to their words and took out the needles steadily, but this time he took six.

"Old lady, you sit down first, don't move!"

Immediately afterwards, he danced two silver needles and quickly pierced into the old lady's big vertebrae and lung Yu acupoints......