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Chapter 143: You're welcome, no one is robbing you

Zheng Qian glanced at the man lightly and said: "Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to the heart is the main fire, the lungs are the main gold, the spleen is the main wood, the stomach is the main soil, the kidney is the main water, the stomach is not enough to eat, it is a lack of soil, what we have to do is to make up for it!"

"Are you going to feed the sick with dirt?" asked the foreigner, looking surprised, his words full of sarcasm.

Zheng Qian stood up all of a sudden, and scolded unceremoniously: "The culture of traditional Chinese medicine is broad and profound, how can you be understood by an outsider, don't force it if you don't understand, otherwise you will really try the taste of fighting poison with poison!"

The foreigner was also stunned by Zheng Gan's words and wanted to refute it, but when he saw Zheng Gan's terrible eyes, he suddenly closed his mouth with interest.

The other two wanted to say more, but Professor Meng had already waved his hand and said, "This doctor, what's your name!"

"Zheng Qian!" Zheng Qian said lightly.

Meng Liang was stunned, "You are Zheng Qian?"

Zheng Qian was still a little puzzled, "Do you know me?"

Meng Liang smiled bitterly, "I knew you were Zheng Qian, so I don't have to talk so much!"

In the Beijing Hospital before, the dean Sun Yi and Meng Liang were old classmates, and when General Zhu was seriously ill, Meng Liang did not give up ideas, but the result was not the slightest effect.

But later, until Zheng Qian appeared, he miraculously pulled General Zhu back from the death line.

Hearing the whole process, Meng Liang became more curious about Zheng Gan, especially when he heard Sun Yi repeat a sentence of Zheng Gan: A doctor does not win or lose, he can cure diseases and save people, he wins!

He even threw himself into the five bodies that Zheng Qian admired, and he didn't expect to see it today, but in this case.

Looking at Professor Meng's appearance, the doctor with kidney deficiency next to him was still unwilling, he stood up and said: "Professor Meng, the use of herbs in Chinese medicine to treat diseases is simply outdated, and Western medicine is advanced, refining the usable herbs in them, so that the treatment is more accurate and convenient, this kid is simply random!"

Without waiting for Zheng Gan to refute, Professor Meng's brows furrowed, "Traditional Chinese medicine is the crystallization of the wisdom of the working people in China for 5,000 years, and if Zheng Gan's treatment is chaotic, can he see that you have kidney deficiency?"

The middle-aged man was speechless and embarrassed.

At this moment, Wu Yuan suddenly rushed in at the door, "Oh no, Professor Meng has a patient who is going to die, you can go and take a look......"

Meng Liang was stunned for a moment, looked at Zheng Gan and said, "Zheng Qian, I'll trouble you this time." ”

Zheng Qian didn't speak, turned around and walked outside.

Wu Yuan was stunned, he didn't expect that Professor Meng, who had always been disdainful of traditional Chinese medicine, would suddenly be so polite to this kid?

Before he could communicate, Zheng Qian had already walked quickly to the ward.

Several nurses stood in front, and the patient on the bed was pale, with chapped lips, and was still gagging, but because he had not eaten for several days, there was nothing in the patient's stomach to vomit, and the only thing was a little gastric juice.

"You let go of the patient first!"

Zheng Qian quickly took out the silver needle from the medical box he was carrying, and he quickly walked towards the patient.

"Hold down the patient, don't let them move!" The silver needle in Zheng Qian's hand quickly pierced the patient's chest, and then, he quickly took the needle and applied the needle, and the patient's chest and stomach already had a lot of silver needles.

There are also three silver needles on the patient's forehead.

Finally, Zheng Qian looked at the patient's ant-bitten wrist, where there were two blood-red needle-like marks.

"Bring me a triangular knife, and alcohol!"

Zheng Qian pricked the patient's arm with a silver needle, and then commanded.

Mike, a foreigner who had just walked in from the door, saw this scene, couldn't help frowning, and said coldly in broken Chinese: "Is this the so-called acupuncture? There is no scientific reason at all, and I don't know about disinfection, if you can cure this, I will eat the patient's vomit!"

Zheng Qian glanced at the foreigner and said coldly: "Okay, this is what you said, everyone present can testify!"

Mike didn't expect Zheng Qian to really take his words seriously, and his face was stunned at the moment.

Zheng Qian ignored him, took the three-edged knife in the nurse's hand, and began to bleed the wound on the patient's hand.

Meng Liang's brows furrowed, "Zheng Qian, it's been two days, is it still useful to bleed the wound now?"

Zheng Qian didn't speak, he was still slowly expanding the wound with a three-edged knife, and every time he enlarged the wound a little, he moved the silver needle on the patient's body.

The process was complicated and slow, but in fact it worked, and soon, Professor Meng saw a trace of black blood flowing out of the patient's wound.

This is Zheng Qian from the inheritance of the king of medicine to learn the method of acupuncture and detoxification, in the Tang Dynasty, there was no serum at all, once bitten by a poisonous snake, coupled with the inconvenient transportation, people who can survive are delivered, often have to take a day or two, after a long period of exploration, the king of medicine found this method.

Slowly, Zheng Qian was sweating profusely, but the movements of his hands did not stagnate in the slightest, he slowly twisted the silver needle, and then widened the wound again, and the black blood slowly flowed out.

Time passed slowly, and everyone was shocked by Zheng Gan's actions, just like a carver carrying out the most perfect medical creation, so focused and devoted,

Finally, when the color of the blood stains flowing from the wound began to turn red, Zheng Qian finally breathed a sigh of relief and said to the nurse next to him: "Feed the patient some saline and glucose, don't use intravenous injection!"

"Won't you vomit now?" asked a little nurse who had fed the patient before, and within two minutes of each feeding, the patient had all vomited.

"Not anymore!"

Zheng Qian shook his head weakly, then walked to the side of the chair and sat down.

The little nurse did so, and the question she asked was the most important question for everyone, and when the patient took saline and glucose, almost everyone's eyes converged on the patient's body.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes......

Time passed slowly, and the patient still lay quietly, without the slightest abnormality.

"Ha, it's really good!" the little nurse looked a little excited.

The rest of the room was relieved, and it was a good start.

"I'll prescribe a prescription for a while, you take the medicine according to the prescription, and there are still seven or eight patients left, each person feeds a bowl first, they may vomit, but don't care, vomit and feed again, until you don't vomit!"

As he spoke, Zheng Qian took out his notebook and pen and wrote on them.

Professor Meng curiously went over to check on the patient who had just bled blood, and the results shocked him.

The original low-grade fever of the patient's body has completely disappeared, and even the patient's heart rate disorder is slowly returning to normal at this moment, which is ...... It's a miracle.

How did you do it by relying only on silver needles and triangular knives to force out the toxins from two days ago in the patient's body?

At this time, Mike, who was standing at the door, was already about to sneak away after seeing Professor Meng's examination, but was seen by a sharp-eyed little nurse and shouted: "What's the matter? Foreigners look down on us Huaxia Chinese medicine, didn't you just say that as long as it can be cured, you will eat the patient's vomit? Come, you're welcome, there is a big garbage can here, no one will rob you!"

As she spoke, the little nurse actually picked up the trash can and approached it.