Zheng Yichen's calm heart is setting off a monstrous wave at this moment!

Only then did he know why Li Sanguang didn't let him sit for a doctor's visit and insisted on bringing him here. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It was not to let himself see the world and open his eyes, the most important thing was that Li Sanguang heard that the experts from the hospital had gathered together, and knew that Gu Minggao, as an authority on acupuncture and moxibustion, was also in the ranks of being invited, so he specially brought him over, wanting to use him as an introducer to let Gu Minggao accept him as an apprentice.

Don't hesitate, keep your voice down!

Seeing that this silver-haired old man did not hesitate to raise his head to Gu Ming, who was considered a junior, for the sake of his own future, Zheng Yichen's heart was surging, and his eyes were a little moist.

"Teacher ......"

Li Sanguang's full head of white hair looked so dazzling, burning his eyeballs and warming his heart.

The eyes were hot, as if there was some hot liquid that wanted to gush out impatiently.

No way!

Hurry up and hold back!

Can't let others see the joke!

Zheng Yichen took a lot of effort to calm down his emotions.

Due to the age difference, he respected Li Sanguang very much, but he did not have a heart-to-heart conversation.

After all, they are not people of the same era, so there is a faint estrangement between the two that is indescribable and unclear.

In his heart, Li Sanguang's status is far inferior to Chen Yong.

Chen Yong is not only a teacher, but also a confidant and brother.

Li Sanguang is just a teacher.

However, Li Sanguang's astonishing move today has dissolved this estrangement.

He is like an elder who cares for his calves, hoping that his grandson will have a better future, and he does not hesitate to bow his noble head.

At this time, he is not only a teacher, but also an elder and a dear relative!

Gu Minggao still smiled lightly, and Li Sanguang's pleading couldn't shake his mind at all.

As a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, he has stood firm in this hospital that focuses on the development of Western medicine, and he has always had a resentment in his heart.

He doesn't get the respect he deserves!

Hospital veterans like Li Sanguang and Nie Lao, no matter where they go to the hospital, there will be doctors in white coats, bowing to them and respectfully using honorific titles.

And he can only get praise from others in the acupuncture clinic, in his own "kingdom".

Out of the acupuncture clinic, he became worthless, most doctors didn't know him, and even if someone did, they also had some contempt for his identity as a Chinese medicine practitioner, when he was a transparent person.

This also prompted him to hate Li Sanguang and others more and more: Obviously he and I are of the same status, but the treatment is very different, why?!

So Li Sanguang's request, he didn't nod his head in agreement at all, and he hated to let him dry for a while longer, and vent his grievances over the years.

Seeing that Li Sanguang gave Gu Minggao face, Gu Minggao reciprocated with this kind of behavior, and he also became indignant, and spoke out loud to support Li Sanguang.

"Doctor Gu, Lao Li said so, you sell him a face."

"Yes, since he is willing to recommend this child, it proves that he is indeed a talent that can be created, you can take back the consultation room and fight it."

"If you take him as an apprentice today, we old fellows will take your affection to heart."

"Those of us who are older than you are all begging you openly, can't you respect the elderly?"

Gu Minggao was happy in his heart, what he hated was not Li Sanguang alone, but the old doctor as a whole.

In other words, all the doctors in this ward are the objects of his hatred.

These people spoke for Li Sanguang, trying in vain to use their old qualifications to force Gu Minggao to agree, but they didn't know that in this way, Gu Minggao's original intention was even more firm.

He didn't let go, shook his head slowly, and said categorically: "Absolutely not!" ”

Looking at the appearance of those old people who were so angry that they were smoking, Gu Minggao showed a helpless look on his face, and a vicious thought flashed in his heart: "Hmph! You old immortals, want to use your seniority and face to press me? Dream! Today I'm going to tear off all your skins and throw them on the ground and stomp on them! ”

His heart was very happy, he glanced at Zheng Yichen, and sneered in his heart: "Don't think that if you fall in love with the old professor, you can fly on the branches and become a phoenix, pheasant, after all, it is a pheasant!" ”

Gu Minggao recognized that Zheng Yichen was a college student who recklessly rushed into his clinic half a year ago, hoping to learn from his teacher.

Zheng Yichen felt his gaze, raised his head suddenly, and stared at him like a furious demon dragon.

This demon dragon has a piece of reverse scales, but he can't let his relatives know and be humiliated.

Gu Minggao touched this reverse scale!

When he met Zheng Yichen's gaze, his heart was beating wildly, he was a little stunned, he shifted his gaze, and said secretly in his heart: "How can a little ghost who is only in his twenties have such a sharp gaze?" ”

Since learning the "Eight Methods of Spiritual Needle", Gu Minggao's acupuncture method, in Zheng Yichen's opinion, is completely a piece of cake.

It is true that the four generations of the Gu family have studied and spent a lot of effort in acupuncture, and if you look at the whole country, you can count the ones that can be compared with the Gu family in acupuncture and moxibustion.

However, the four generations of research have been studying the internal medicine skills of the past and the present, which is insignificant.

A hundred years of hard work, for the eternal romance, which is higher and which is lower, is clear at a glance.

Now Zheng Yichen's skills in acupuncture have long surpassed Gu Minggao, what he lacks is just the experience of time and the accumulation of years.

Compared with half a year ago, his mentality has changed dramatically, and the idea of learning art has long faded.

In contact with Hu Xianfeng, he couldn't help but have the idea of "apprentice is like this, master is not much better", and his good impression of Gu Minggao disappeared.

What he saw today made Zheng Yichen feel a heartfelt dislike for him.

Zheng Yichen opened his mouth, and was about to sneer at Gu Minggao for a few words to save face for Li Sanguang.

At this moment, the door of the next guest room opened, and Dean Deng walked in accompanied by a bald man with a big belly.

Everyone in the audience closed their mouths, stopped talking, and focused their eyes on the bald man.

There is no doubt that the pot-bellied bald man is Lin Yuan, director of the Health Bureau.

Lin Yuan didn't seem to be good-looking, but when he scanned everyone with his eyes the size of a mung bean, the accumulation of officialdom for many years still made everyone who was seen by him a little frightened.

Deng Guangrong smiled cautiously and said: "Director, these experts and professors are the most brilliant doctors in our hospital, and I believe they will give you a satisfactory answer today." ”

Lin Yuan waved his hand to stop Deng Guangrong from continuing to speak, and said, "Professors, have you come up with a good diagnosis and treatment plan?" ”

Zheng Yichen then shifted his gaze to the old man on the hospital bed, the old man squinted slightly, showed a sleepy face, his limbs were stiff, and there were two nurses standing on each side of the bed, massaging her limbs, and the joints were loose to prevent her from being bedridden for a long time, muscle atrophy and joint stiffness.

Zheng Yichen secretly glanced at the medical records that were spread out in the hands of the attending doctor, focused on the chief complaint and the current medical history, and knew the old man's condition well.

"It turned out to be the sequelae of stroke caused by cerebral hemorrhage, and now the right hemibody is hemiplegic, and the muscle strength assessment is grade 1, only muscle contraction response, unable to even move, and aphasia, unable to speak. At the same time, suffering from high blood pressure, diabetes, secondary cardiac insufficiency and other diseases is not generally difficult. ”

Zheng Yichen looked at the old man on the hospital bed intently: "Righteousness is extremely weak, and his face is pale, which is a symptom of insufficient qi and blood. The body of the elderly is too weak. ”

"Mrs. Lin's physical condition is too poor, so she can only recuperate first, and then she can treat the symptoms when her condition tends to stabilize." Director Chen of the Department of Neurology said stubbornly.

"Oh, how much time do you say it will take?" Lin Yuan asked with squinted eyes.

"Probably, three days...... Oh no, five days...... Well, a week will stabilize the condition. Beads of sweat appeared on Director Chen's forehead, and he looked a little embarrassed.

Lin Yuan walked up to Director Chen, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he scolded angrily: "Fart!" ”

He was actually extremely angry, and he was worried about disturbing his mother's sleep, so he could only lower his voice and curse, if he had changed to another place, he would have been furious.

"Who am I? Am I that easy to fool? When my mother first entered this hospital, you told me that the old lady would be cured within half a month, and even her hemiplegic body could move around normally. ”

He grabbed Director Chen's collar, looked hideous, and roared in a low voice: "Now! Still lying motionless on the bed, unable to speak. ”

His chest rose and fell, and his tone was a little calmer: "I have lowered my requirements, I don't ask her to be able to move, anyway, I have the ability to serve her in her old age, I just want to talk to her......"

Lin Yuan looked at his mother on the hospital bed and paused: "...... Just talking. ”

Director Chen defended: "The sequelae of stroke in the elderly have a poor prognosis, and the old lady is riddled with several diseases......

Lin Yuan's eyes were cold, and he glanced at Director Chen, his heart was cold, and he couldn't say anything more.

The green tendons in Lin Yuan's temples throbbed, like a twisted earthworm: "My request has been reduced to the minimum, you can't give me an exact date, and you dare to explain it in front of me!" ”

This angry rebuke seemed to be aimed at Director Chen, but it actually scolded all the doctors in the hospital, which made everyone present a little embarrassed.

Gu Minggao had just read the old man's medical records, and he was fully sure of the diagnosis and treatment plan, realizing that this was a good opportunity to come out, and said, "Director Lin, I can give you an exact date." ”

Lin Yuan looked at him sideways: "Really?" Keep talking! ”

Gu Ming was greatly encouraged, and said in high spirits: "As long as Mrs. Lin's condition is stable, within five days, I can use acupuncture to make the old lady speak." ”

Lin Yuan's eyes that had just opened wide narrowed again: "A week to stabilize his condition, plus five days?" Won't I be fooled by you for another half a month? Rubbish! ”

Gu Minggao was half a cut shorter, his face was red, and he didn't dare to speak.

"My patience has been worn out by you, three days, let my mother be able to speak within three days, otherwise, this hospital will not have to open! I don't give you that much money every year to raise a bunch of waste! ”

There was no sound in the room, only Lin Yuan's low roar couldn't help but echo.

Dean Deng was about to open his mouth to persuade, but Lin Yuan turned his head and glared at him: "Waste!" ”

Another victim was the gynecological authority standing closest to Lin Yuan, Lin Yuan pointed at the tip of his nose and scolded angrily: "You waste! ”

He pointed at those medical professors who were invincible on weekdays and angrily reprimanded: "You are also a waste! ”

"Rubbish!"

"Rubbish!"

The "Needle King" Gu Minggao was naturally not spared, coupled with the sentence just now, he was called "waste" twice in one day.

Everyone was silent, bearing Lin Yuan's thunderous rage.

When his finger fell on the tip of Li Sanguang's nose, he was about to scold: "You...... Huh......"

Lin Yuan's gaze shifted to Zheng Yichen's face, showing a hesitant look, and after a while, he continued: "You...... Good. ”

The angry look on his face disappeared like rain and sunshine, and he greeted Zheng Yichen with a pleasant face.

The way he looked at Zheng Yichen was exactly the same as the way Deng Guangrong looked at him, this was the kind of look that would appear to people with a higher status than himself.

The eyes of the people in the room widened and looked horrified, and their eyes were staggered, and they gathered on this young man!

What kind of divine twist is this?

The director of the health bureau actually treated a doctor who was not even a fart so kindly, and even the dean was pointed at his nose and scolded, what qualification does Zheng Yichen have to receive such an honor?

Nie Lao felt that his head ached terribly: "This little ghost, where is it sacred?" ”