When the sixth silver needle was lowered, Zhao Qingshan's wrist trembled a little. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Zhao Qingshan took a deep breath and paused for half a minute before inserting the silver needle.

Wen Yiran's situation still needs two more stitches to be insured, and Zhao Qingshan feels a little powerless.

It seems that he is old! Zhao Qingshan sighed in his heart.

Zhao's medical skills are best known for acupuncture.

Zhao's acupuncture is different from the acupuncture of ordinary Chinese medicine, and it is necessary to use the "qi" cultivated by Zhao's martial arts to assist in order to achieve the best treatment effect. Attaching "qi" to the silver needle, combined with the doctor's special lifting and twisting techniques, can clear the tendons and channels for the patient and activate the blood qi.

As we all know, the brain cannot be deprived of oxygen, and there are many veins in the brain, and the blood circulates to drive oxygen to all parts of the body.

At this time, Wen Yiran, there were several veins in his brain that were congested with blood. The blocked veins will definitely not be able to bring blood and oxygen to the parts that should be reached, and after a long time, those veins will not be supplied with blood and gas, and will gradually wither or die.

If it comes to that point, Wen Yiran's fate can be imagined, either paralysis or death.

Zhao Qingshan and Wen Yiran have been friends for many years, so they naturally understand the ambition in Wen Yiran's heart.

Wen Yiran is a good leader who has the people in mind, and with his strength and age, it is still possible to go further. Aiming at Wen Yiran's character and integrity, Zhao Qingshan hopes that he can get better as soon as possible.

During the heyday of Zhao Qingshan's martial arts, he was able to attach "qi" to ten silver needles at a time. Since the knee injury, the "qi" in Zhao Qingshan's body cannot pass through the knee when it reaches the knee, so that over the years, the "qi" in Zhao Qingshan's body has not grown by half a point. On the contrary, since three years ago, Zhao Qingshan felt that the "qi" in his body was slowly draining.

Zhao Qingshan already had a treatment plan when he took the pulse, first using eight silver needles to drive out the "wind evil" in Wen Yiran's brain, and then using hollow silver needles to remove the blood for Wen Yiran. But now, with the use of six needles, Zhao Qingshan has been weakened. With two fewer stitches, the effect is more than doubled. What should I do? Do we want to see all the work we have done to waste?

Zhao Qingshan stopped moving, frowned and pondered.

"Grandpa, wipe your sweat. Wen Ziqing saw Zhao Qingshan's sweat beads on his head, hurriedly went to the bathroom, and wrung a hot towel with the hot water from the kettle.

Zhao Qingshan mechanically took the hot towel in Wen Ziqing's hand and wiped it on his forehead indiscriminately.

Wen Ziqing waited for Zhao Qingshan to wipe his sweat, and then took the towel in his hand.

The atmosphere in the ward was a little solemn. Hu Zhongliang saw that Zhao Qingshan's face was not good, and his palms were sweating.

Hu Zhongliang couldn't help but regret it. If he knew that this was the case, he shouldn't have dragged Zhao Qingshan into the water, and just announced that there was no way to treat him.

The heart of the doctor's parents also depends on who they are.

Wen Yiran is not an ordinary person, and Feng Xueying is an unclear person. In case Zhao Qingshan can't cure Wen Yiran, Feng Xueying will definitely not give up. In this way, he, Hu Zhongliang, is equivalent to bringing disaster to the teacher.

Sure enough, Feng Xueying couldn't help but be anxious when she saw Zhao Qingshan's solemn face.

"Hey, Zhao Qingshan, I said that you will not cure it? In case you cure our family's old text, I can't spare you. ”

Feng Xueying's tone of voice was very impulsive, and she didn't care about the face of Dr. Hu and Dr. Qiu at all. In her opinion, Dr. Hu and Dr. Qiu did not stop Zhao Qingshan from making a move, and they should bear the corresponding responsibility. Her family Lao Wen was sent to the hospital for treatment, Zhao Qingshan is not a doctor in the hospital, and Dr. Hu asked Zhao Qingshan for help privately, which is a taboo in itself.

"If it's bad, how bad can it be? If Mr. Zhao doesn't make a move, do you think Mayor Wen can wake up?" Hu Zhongliang also became angry when he heard that the meaning of Feng Xueying's words was wrong.

In Wen Yiran's situation, if Zhao Qingshan is unwilling to make a move, Wen Yiran is just lying on the hospital bed wearing an oxygen mask and waiting for death. They can cure diseases as doctors, but they can't cure lives.

"How can you talk ・・・・・・ you? Why can't my old man wake up? The doctor doesn't speak at all. Feng Xueying's face turned white.

"It doesn't matter what you say, it's the result that matters. Director Feng, don't you think that Mayor Wen is just an ordinary coma? I told you yesterday that Mayor Wen has a cerebral hemorrhage, do you understand the cerebral hemorrhage? None of the ten people who woke up from this disease survived. If it weren't for Mr. Zhao's willingness to make a move, Mayor Wen would definitely be more than lucky this time. Hu Zhongliangcai didn't care who Feng Xueying was, he opened his mouth and said with a crackle.

Dr. Qiu stood aside, trying to persuade him several times but couldn't find the opportunity. Feng Xueying's attitude is indeed a bit excessive, it is the duty of doctors to save lives and help the wounded, but the vexatious troubles of patients' families are intolerable to every doctor.

"You ・・・・・・ me ・・・・・・" Feng Xueying was angry, but she didn't know what to say. To be honest, Feng Xueying has always regarded herself as an intellectual, and she is really not good at arguing or anything.

There was a pot of porridge in the ward, but Zhao Qingshan was unmoved. After thinking about it for a long time, Zhao Qingshan finally made a bold decision.

"Ziqing, I need to borrow your strength. Zhao Qingshan ignored the bickering between Hu Zhongliang and Feng Xueying, raised his head, stared at Wen Ziqing's eyes, and said seriously.

"Borrowing?" Wen Ziqing was a little dazed.

"After a while, you give me a trace of the breath in your body, it must be slow and continuous, it can't be fast or chaotic, can you do it?" Zhao Qingshan knew that Wen Ziqing's "qi" had been refined to the thickness of chopsticks, and with his help, Lao Wen might still be saved.

Hu Zhongliang and Doctor Qiu were stunned when they heard this. Immediately, a trace of doubt came out of my heart: Is there such a mastery in the world?

There was no need for Hu Zhongliang and Doctor Qiu to think to themselves, Wen Ziqing had already opened the square stool in front of Wen Yiran's hospital bed and stood behind Zhao Qingshan.

Hu Zhongliang and Doctor Qiu stared at Wen Ziqing and Zhao Qingshan without blinking, for fear that they had missed something. They were really curious about Zhao Qingshan's treatment method.

Wen Ziqing has been practicing internal skills for a long time, so he naturally understands what Zhao Qingshan said about "crossing qi". He didn't understand acupuncture, but Wen Ziqing knew that the friendship between Zhao Qingshan and Wen Yiran was not adulterated at all, and for Wen Yiran's good, Wen Ziqing just had to do what Zhao Qingshan said.

Zhao Qingshan took advantage of Wen Ziqing's "qi" and finally gave Wen Yiran the last two injections. Strange to say, after the last needle pierced Wen Yiran's brain, Wen Yiran's face was no longer dead, but gradually became a little angry.