After more than an hour, I finally arrived at the old city, the old alley is narrow, and the taxi can only be parked outside, Zhang Qiong got off the car and did not gallop quickly, and rushed to No. 78 Liuxiang.

At the door of Song's house, Song Dahong was anxiously waiting for Zhang Qiong, and his wife Zhou Fang was already crying.

"Mr. Zhang, you're finally here......" Zhou Fang cried and was scared.

"Uncle Song, Aunt Zhou, how is Song Lin now?"

Song Dahong and his wife hurriedly led Zhang Qiong into the door, and said breathlessly.

"Xiao Lin came back from school this morning and said that she had taken leave from school and was not feeling well. I asked her to go back to her room to rest, and it was until dinner time, when my wife went in and called the child up to eat, and saw that she was pale, her whole body was covered in cold sweat, her hands and feet were cold, and she was lying on the bed with only one breath left......"

Zhang Qiong already understands the general situation, but this parent is really unqualified. Life is both strong and fragile, sometimes not a minute or a second can be delayed, what they have to do is to rescue.

Zhang Qiong directly reprimanded.

"Why don't you send it to the hospital as soon as possible? I've been delayed for more than an hour, what if Song Lin can't hold on to this breath?"

Although the medical skills of the doctors in the hospital are not as superb as Zhang Qiong, they are professionals anyway, so it is better than waiting at home!

Thinking of the current economic situation of the Song family, is it possible that he is worried about spending money on going to the hospital?

"Are you worried that the medical expenses are too expensive?"

Zhang Qiong's footsteps suddenly paused, and her tone slowed down a lot.

I saw Song Dahong holding Zhang Qiong's hand: "Mr. Zhang, you misunderstood, the two of us are just such a daughter, it's too late to hurt her, even if you sell this broken house, you have to save her life!"

"It's just that I don't hide it from Mr. Zhang, Xiao Lin is sick! It's not a day or two, it's just like that. I heard people say that this is a disease brought about by fate, and it cannot be cured. We have been to the big hospital a lot, this Donghai City can be called, we have all seen it, but we can't find out the cause of Xiao Lin!"

Song Dahong paused for a while and took a breath: "But there is a private clinic near us, the doctor's surname is Mo, in the past year or two, Dr. Mo has often seen Xiao Lin, although there is no cure, but every time there is an improvement." So we're going to put ...... Hmmm!"

Song Dahong pointed to the top of the attic, and Zhang Qiong suddenly understood.

This Dr. Mo is on it right now.

Zhou Fang wiped her tears and interjected, "Mr. Zhang, please come over this time, mainly because I see that Xiao Lin is very sick this time, and she has never been so unconscious before." And your medical skills are exquisite, maybe you and Dr. Mo can save Xiao Lin's life in total......"

At the end of Zhou Fang's speech, it was already as if he was about to die.

Every time Song Lin is sick, she blames herself and hates herself for not being able to give her child a healthy body.

Understood, Zhang Qiong nodded, and walked quickly towards the attic.

The old house has a rough design, the lighting is not good, the house is damp and dim, and every corner cannot be illuminated by a small light bulb.

Zhang Qiong saw a middle-aged man in a white lab coat sitting on the edge of the bed, probing Song Lin's condition.

And Song Lin closed her eyes tightly, her face was as white as paper, and her life hung by a thread.

With Zhang Qiong's eyesight, there is no need to take the pulse.

Song Lin has reached the point where the medicine stone is ignored and returns to the light.

Generally, at such a time, if the healer does not have extraordinary means, it is difficult to return to heaven.

"Doctor Mo, how is my daughter?"

Song Dahong asked cautiously, for fear of drawing a merciful result from Dr. Mo's mouth.

However, seeing that Dr. Mo had a difficult face, Song Dahong and Zhou Fang were already half cold in their hearts.

"I'm waiting for the blood to melt away. ”

Dr. Mo didn't turn around, concentrating on administering needles to Song Lin, not daring to be a little sloppy.

Zhang Qiong was quite curious, and stepped forward to take a look.

At this time, on Song Lin's snow-white chest, there was a dark black blood clot under the tender red skin.

I see, Zhang Qiong nodded, and the cause of Song Lin's illness had been found.

Song Lin has an extremely rare congenital heart disease, even among millions of cases, it is the only one that is unique. Even this kind of disease, in medical books, is only mentioned in the marginal notes, let alone clinical success stories.

Therefore, it is understandable that ordinary hospitals cannot find out the cause.

Dr. Mo's treatment methods are very clever, and the technique is exquisite, and it is the "Taixuan Twelve Needles" that are pierced in Song Lin's chest, which are arranged according to the stars, removing stasis, eliminating pus, and prolonging life, which is the secret acupuncture method in ancient medicine.

He was tempting.

Zhang Qiong saw Dr. Mo's intentions. Song Dahong said that Dr. Mo has been treating Song Lin for a long time, and it seems that he has indeed figured out a treatment method.

Zhang Qiong is also a person who loves talents, and immediately has a little appreciation for this Dr. Mo, and then observing his method of applying needles, there will be a sense of familiarity.

"Ahem!"

Zhang Qiong walked up to Dr. Mo and looked at him very kindly.

"Dr. Mo's medical skills are really exquisite, and he uses the 'Taixuan Twelve Needles' in one hand very well. I really admire. ”

Dr. Mo glanced up at Zhang Qiong and saw that it was a young man, and he was taken aback.

"This gentleman is also proficient in medicine?"

Zhang Qiong smiled and nodded: "This acupuncture method is really good, and it is indeed a good way to save the emergency in front of you." ”

Zhang Qiong bent down and stared at Song Lin's chest carefully, not to see her beautiful skin that was so tender that she could pinch out water, the so-called doctor's parents' heart, every patient is like their own child in the eyes of the doctor.

It's very close, Zhang Qiong has no doubts about Dr. Mo's acupuncture, even if she gets started in person, she can only do this part.

"Alas......"

Dr. Mo sighed suddenly, looking rather lost.

"The twelve needles of Taixuan can indeed dissolve the blood mass in Xiao Lin's heart, but I have been treating this child for a while, and after each time, after a while, this blood clot will appear again. I guess this acupuncture method can only treat the symptoms. And I calculated the time, Xiao Lin fell ill this time, and it was eight hours shorter than the last time. I'm worried that this will go on for a long time......"

When it comes to the condition, it can be said that no one has a better say than Dr. Mok.

The implication is that Song Lin's lifespan is shortening. And even if it is saved, it will only be more serious next time.

Song Dahong and Zhou Fang heard the child's attending doctor say this, and their mood fell to the bottom, and they couldn't stand on their knees at the moment.

"Doctor Mo, please save my daughter, I can sell this house cheaply, you must save her. Xiao Lin was obedient when she was a child, but her fate was not good, and she voted for such a bad family as ours. We also caused her this illness?"

"Can't let her go like this!"

Zhou Fang almost stopped crying, and couldn't stop beating her chest with her fists.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Qiong's nose was sour, and her eyes were also soaked, which was very uncomfortable.

Could it be that the white-haired people really want to send the black-haired people today?

"Old Song, Sister Fang, don't be like this, I will definitely do my best to save it. After so many years of friendship, you still can't believe me?"

Doctor Mo gestured to Zhang Qiong with his eyes, and the two hurriedly helped the husband and wife up. Trembling, the couple was already unsteady.

Zhang Qiong's mind suddenly flashed, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked at Dr. Mo excitedly.

"This kind of blood clot in the chest was called the 'black disc snake' in ancient times, and I once saw it in an ancient medical book. At the onset of the disease, the patient's heart is like being entangled by a python, and the colic is unbearable. The Taixuan Twelve Needles you used just now really only have a short-term soothing effect, just like a mountain flood bursting its embankment, blindly blocking it is useless, and you have to completely cut off the root of the upstream. ”

After hearing this, Dr. Mo nodded thoughtfully. It seems that my previous treatment method was too conservative. Song Lin now needs the courage to break through the axe when she is saving her life and is in danger.

"What is the best plan for this gentleman?"

Zhang Qiong's eyes sank, and she asked steadily: "Do you have a scalpel?"

Dr. Mo's eyes widened, and he probably understood what Zhang Qiong was going to do, and made an OK gesture. A white medicine kit was pulled out from behind him.

"A vessel needed for heart surgery, I can be considered alive here. Of course, for large medical equipment, you have to go to the provincial doctor. ”

Zhang Qiong opened the medicine box, there were a dazzling array of utensils, as well as corresponding medicines, both Chinese and Western, plus Zhang Qiong's medical skills, it was enough.

"More than enough!"

Song Dahong and Zhou Fang probably understood what these two doctors were going to do, and their hearts were full of thoughts.

"This ...... Dr. Mo, Mr. Zhang, you are going to ......"

Regarding his daughter's life, he didn't dare to be careless, he had to ask in detail.

If it's just acupuncture, that's okay to say. But what they mean seems to be much more than that. Does Song Dahong think that he needs to go to a big hospital and find more doctors and equipment to help?

He is a big and rough one, and his language expression ability is limited, and he chokes when he says this.

I saw Zhang Qiong put her finger on Song Lin's nostrils and shook her head.

"Uncle Song, I know what you're worried about, but it's too late to send you to the hospital now. We have to take a risk. It is also Song Lin's only chance to live. ”

Dr. Mo's eyes were as determined as Zhang Qiong's.

If he was allowed to do this alone, he would not dare to die, and he needed to know how much manpower and material resources it would take to complete a heart operation.

But at present, Zhang Qiong is very reliable and has a good grasp of it.

"I know, I know, but at least you tell us, what are you going to do?"

Song Dahong obviously had a premonition of the seriousness of the matter, and his heart had already jumped to his throat.

Zhang Qiong held a shiny scalpel in her hand, and looked at Song Dahong and Zhou Fang, who had been scared away, with soft eyes.

"You'd better not know. If you believe us, please go downstairs and wait. I am willing to take responsibility for Song Lin's life. ”