Zhao Yang asked a few questions briefly, and the answer he finally got made him feel that this matter was not too bizarre.

The last three generations of the old Song ancestors were all short-lived, and many of their brothers and sisters died at the age of forty or fifty.

It is safe to say that Lao Song has a genetic disease in the brain.

After asking what he wanted to know, Zhao Yang walked to the bedside, diagnosed Lao Song's pulse, and then looked up and said, "Director Yang, please help me get a set of silver needles, acupuncture should be able to save Song Ju." ”

"Okay, I'll go right away!" As soon as they heard that there was an old one, whether it was true or not, Song's wife and Yang Wei showed joy on their faces, Yang Wei answered, and hurriedly ran out.

The driver, Xiao Wu, didn't move, and snorted secretly in his heart: "It's really pretentious, many old Chinese medicine doctors don't dare to say that they are completely proficient in acupuncture, and this hairy boy in his early twenties in front of him dares to get an acupuncture without saying a word!"

Yang Wei hadn't come back yet, but the brain specialist invited from the city came.

The expert's name is Xu Weimin, and he came to say goodbye to Lao Song's wife.

There are many doctors and patients in the city, and there are more experts to see doctors, Xu Weimin couldn't get out of his body, but only because the county magistrate personally invited him, he reluctantly made it difficult and came here despite all difficulties.

However, the results were not satisfactory, and as a brain expert, he was also lacking in skills.

The human head is the most complicated thing, Lao Song suddenly had a cerebral hemorrhage, and the blood penetrated into the deep part of the brain, even if the knife was opened, Xu Weimin could not completely remove the congestion.

Now that the blood congestion has blocked the meridians in Song Ju's brain, it seems that there is no help.

However, he has tried his best and has a clear conscience, and this time he came to say goodbye to Song's wife and return to the city.

"Professor Xu. When the middle-aged woman saw someone coming, she quickly got up with great respect on her face.

Although the other party failed to help her pull the man back from the death line, but this is also something that cannot be helped, Lao Song's family has a brain genetic disease, so it can be said that he has already been registered with Lord Yama.

"Sister-in-law, I'm really sorry, I didn't help much. Although he was saying sorry, Xu Weimin's face obviously had the conceit of an expert.

He believes that people who cannot be saved by himself may not be able to be saved even if provincial experts come.

The woman shook her head, glanced at her husband who had been with her for 30 years and was about to die, and said: "Director Xu, I know you have done your best, I don't blame you, I only blame our old Song Fu for his thin life, originally he was going to be promoted to deputy county magistrate in a few months......" Speaking of this, the woman couldn't stop her tears and started crying.

"Sister-in-law, don't be too sad, there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, mourn. In Xu Weimin's heart, Lao Song is hopeless, since he is not saved, no matter how sad he is, it will not help, but he knows that no matter how he persuades, it will be in vain.

"Auntie, don't cry, Song Ju is not dead, and there is still salvation. Seeing that Song's wife was too sad, Zhao Yang really couldn't stand it.

And saved?

This kid has drunk too much and is talking nonsense.

Since Xu Weimin entered the door, he hadn't paid attention to Zhao Yang, and now, for the first time, he looked at the inconspicuous young man in the house.

Seeing Xu Weimin looking at him, Zhao Yang's expression was calm, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Young man, you said that the Song Bureau is still saved, what do you mean by that?" asked Xu Weimin.

"Ah, there is salvation. Zhao Yang said.

Song's wife looked at these two people, and she didn't know what to say for a while, and she didn't know who to help speak.

In all fairness, he believes in Xu Weimin.

One is a brain expert in the city, and the other is a hairy boy in his early twenties, and fools know who to believe.

Even if you, Zhao Yang, are studying medicine, you have only studied medicine for a few years.

However, if you help Xu Weimin speak now, it is to believe that her husband is dead, which is something that Song's wife is unwilling to admit no matter what.

As long as Lao Song has not lost his breath, she believes that her husband can come back from the dead.

So at this moment, emotion overcame reason, and Song's wife said: "Director Xu, this director Yang in the bureau specially invited to help our old Song see the disease, I heard that he is a little Chinese medicine doctor with high medical skills. ”

"Little Chinese medicine?" Xu Weimin also smiled.

I have only heard of old Chinese medicine, but I have never heard of small Chinese medicine.

Looking at Zhao Yang's age, being an intern in their hospital is afraid that he is too young.

Xu Weimin shook his head, and said that he was in a hurry to go to the doctor, this old sister-in-law of the Song family, is she crazy and out of mind?

Zhao Yang saw the disdain in Xu Weimin's eyes, and he was not angry, and said with a faint smile: "Director Xu, you are busy with work, there must be many patients waiting for you in the city, or you should go back to the city early." ”

The meaning of Zhao Yang's words is very simple, if I save people for a while, how embarrassing it is for you to be in this house.

Zhao Yang is really for Xu Weimin's good.

However, Xu Weimin obviously did not accept this feeling.

I saw him put the bag in his hand on the table, walked to the side of the chair, and said, "I'm not busy, I can't watch my patients being manipulated by others at will, even if they are dying, they can't just become students' living test subjects." ”

In vivo specimens?

Zhao Yang scratched his head, and said in his heart, you are an old thing, give you some face, you really kick your nose in the face.

The same is to see a doctor, in you it is to save people, in Lao Tzu this is a live experiment?

Damn, it seems that this old Song leader must be rescued today, otherwise this Xu Beast is really going to heaven!

Aren't they just the experts in the city?

It didn't take long for Yang Wei to buy a box of silver needles at the pharmacy and come in.

As soon as he entered the door, Yang Wei felt that the atmosphere in this room was a little wrong, and there was a little bit of tension.

He looked at Xu Weimin, then at Zhao Yang, and then understood.

The old doctor looked down on the little doctor, and the little doctor was not happy.

Yang Wei, as the director of the office, is naturally an expert with a smile on his face, and hurriedly said: "Yo, Professor Xu, I've been busy these days, I forgot about you, Xiao Wu, send Professor Xu back to the city, Professor Xu, I've been really busy these days, I forgot to arrange someone to send you back, you see my memory." ”

Mix in, and then find blame for yourself and divert the hatred of the other party, which is also a kind of mud.

Xu Weimin listened to Yang Wei's words, his face softened a little, he snorted lightly, and said, "Director Yang, don't be in a hurry to leave, I want to see how this little doctor you found saved Lao Song." ”

"Oh, Professor Xu, you are highly respected, have profound qualifications, and are the authority of brain medicine in the city's medical community, why ......" Speaking of this, Yang Wei hurriedly stopped his mouth.

If you continue to say this, Xu Weimin's face will be round, but Zhao Yang's face should not look good.

Because his next words are clear, why bother to meet a young man......