On the second day, just as the engineer was installing the system and adjusting the ratio, there were two more packages in Crescent's office.

One is for Gao Shan and comes from the Lancet, and the other is for Huayu, also from the Lancet.

"Dean, there's your package, it looks like this issue of the magazine. Crescent placed the package on his desk.

"Thank you, what is that?" Gao Shan asked curiously, seeing that she still had the same package in her hand.

"It's for Dr. Hua, the address is the same, and it should be this magazine when I touch it. Xinyue smiled and said, "Has Dr. Hua also published a paper?"

"I haven't heard him say it, I'll take a look, you can send it to him first!" Gao Shan opened his package, and sure enough, it was the journal of the Lancet.

The cover of this time is actually a silver needle, with the words "Mysterious Chinese Medicine" written on it, and a short introduction below, "Magic or Medicine?"

The two question marks seem to send out a double layer of questions, qi and needle, can they be combined to do what he said?

"Lao Hua, this is amazing. Hua Yu's name was found in the lower left corner, and Gao Shan smiled happily.

Turning the first page, it is an introduction to Huayu's personal information, wearing a white coat, and his face is still a little immature, as if he was photographed and posted on the Internet before.

The following is the narrative of 'using needles to measure qi', the full version of Chinese, which is to facilitate the translation of various countries, as for how it is translated, it all depends on the translation level and understanding ability of each country.

In order to facilitate reading and prevent misunderstanding, Huayu narrates the entire text in a simple and straightforward translation tone.

After all, the papers they publish are to let the people of the world better understand Chinese medicine, and they are not used to write ancient texts and prose poems.

"That's a good idea. Gao Shan felt that next time he should also try to write his paper in a translation tone, which would be more convenient for translation and understanding.

Chinese is broad and profound, a word can interpret more than a dozen meanings, writing a short article is enough, want foreigners to understand a bit of a bully.

After Huayu's thesis, Gao Shan saw his own paper, and this issue alone occupied most of the paper, which also showed that their efforts were not in vain.

Casually rolling a few times, putting the magazine in a drawer, Takayama walked towards the ward.

When he saw Wang Guofeng, there was an extra woman beside him, who was the aunt who fainted that day, Wang He's wife.

"The recovery is good, I will be discharged from the hospital in a few days, let's get ready!" stepped forward to check Wang Guofeng's wound, and after checking the pulse, Gao Shan left.

I don't dislike them Gao Shan, but I don't have a good impression of them, and letting him live here until he recovers is already worthy of his professional ethics.

When he arrived at Lu Fang's ward, he found that the nurse was making the bed, and it seemed that he had been discharged, so Gao Shan went directly to the chemotherapy room.

"Are you ready?" Gao Shan asked casually when he entered the house and saw Tang Fatzi there.

"Right away. Tang Fatzi pointed to the chemotherapy room opposite the glass partition and said, "Just check it again one last time, don't say, these Germans are really responsible." ”

"If you know, you can learn a little, and the reputation of the Germans is also a little like, so we have to do it now. ”

When people think of traditional Chinese medicine, they should think of the impression of professionalism, seriousness, magic, and China, rather than the ????witchcraft, liar" and the like.

"Understood. Tang Fatzi nodded, and the engineer inside also came out.

"Dean, they said it was time to start. The interpreter said next to him.

"Where's the patient?" Gao Shan looked at Tang Fatzi, and was about to answer The door was pushed open, Tian Li stood at the door and said, "Dean, Doctor Tang, the patient is here." ”

"Thanks, give me the case. Gao Shan took the case in her hand and looked at the patient's condition.

42 years old, male, advanced liver cancer, the condition is well controlled, the signs are stable, and there are physiotherapy records almost every day in the case, which makes Gao Shan look at Tang Fatzi with admiration.

He really sank his heart, and it seems that scolding is more effective than preaching.

"Okay, let the patient drink the medicine. Takayama closed the case and put it aside.

"This patient is practicing sanda, his physical fitness is good, and he maintains the number of physiotherapy sessions after hospitalization, I believe it should be fine. ”

Tang Fatzi said excitedly and nervously, whether the theory they put forward can succeed depends on the performance of the next patient.

"Dr. Gao. After a while, the patient came in, a man in the prime of life, his figure could still see some traces of the original muscles, and his ruddy face was a little calm.

Judging from his complexion alone, it is absolutely impossible to tell that he is a terminal cancer patient.

"Well, this is our dean, Gao Shan. Tang Fatzi introduced.

"Hello Dean Gao, I have seen you on the Internet, real people are much more handsome than online, haha......" He Wu's optimistic attitude is admirable.

"With your spirit, today must be good news. Takayama said, holding his hand.

"I believe in both. He Wu nodded and said seriously.

"Let's inject it!" Tang Fatzi personally injected him with medicine, and then let him enter the lying instrument for radiation therapy.

The whole process took less than 15 minutes, and when the treatment stopped, Takayama personally went in and helped him out.

The damage caused by radiation therapy to living organisms is enormous, and some are permanent and irreversible.

As soon as He Wu, who was weak and looked weak, came out, he couldn't help but lie on the trash can and vomit, vomiting for a long time except yellow water.

"The pulse is a little short, the problem is not big, go back to the ward first. Gao Shan helped him up, let him hang half of his body on himself, and walked quickly to the ward.

Let He Wu lie on the bed, Gao Shan took out the needle box from the medical cabinet next to him, took out two long needles and pierced them into the Tanzhong acupoint and the dantian in the center of the double line on his chest.

True Qi vividly enters its body, travels through the meridians, and expells the radioactive material remaining in the meridians.

This feeling is amazing, for He Wu, it is like having 10,000 ants crawling around in his body, and there is a warm water washing his body comfortably.

"Dean Gao, what is this?" He Wu only felt that the feeling of detachment gradually disappeared, and the feeling of nausea was gone, and his body regained strength.

"A kind of qigong, have you ever heard of it with a needle?" Gao Shan said with a casual smile.

"Isn't that true anger?" He Wu said with wide eyes.

"Sort of, alas, what are you doing here?" As soon as Gao Shan pulled out the needle, he saw He Wu sit up from the bed, stand on the ground with both hands in fists, kneel on the ground and say solemnly: "Please accept my worship, Master." ”

"Wait. Putting the needle down, Gao Shan grabbed his arm and pulled him up directly.

"Don't do this, this is my qigong to heal diseases and save people, not the kind that you think of flying on the wall and shooting the dead through the air. Takayama explained earnestly.

"Well, I know, please accept me!" He Wu nodded with sincerity on his face, with a bit of understanding in his eyes.

It's like saying, 'Master, I won't say it, we must be some kind of hidden sect, I understand, I understand.' ’

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