Early the next morning, Zheng Yichen finished breakfast and took a car to the hospital to work. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When waiting for the elevator, a figure approached him, Zheng Yichen squinted, smiled lightly, bowed slightly, and said hello.

The person who came looked arrogant and arrogant, as if his eyes were on the top of his head, and after seeing Zheng Yichen's face clearly, his brows furrowed, and his expression was a little unnatural: "It's you." ”

It turned out that more than a month ago, Hu Xianfeng, who met in Sister Yun's outpatient clinic, Zheng Yichen saw his glamorous appearance, wearing a formal suit, wearing a tie, and the style of a successful person, thinking of him running away in embarrassment that day, and falling into an embarrassing way of eating, and couldn't help but smile.

Hu Xianfeng knew what he was thinking, his face turned red, and he snorted.

It is normal for him and Zheng Yichen to meet at the elevator entrance, and the current time point is the peak period of work, and the two of them work in the outpatient building, one in the acupuncture department on the third floor, and the other in the surgical clinic on the fifth floor.

Zheng Yichen was not interested in dealing with this kind of person with above-the-top eyes, so he didn't even say a few polite words, moved his steps, and kept his distance from him.

Unexpectedly, Hu Xianfeng took the initiative to talk to him: "Well, I have something to ask you for." ”

Zheng Yichen almost suspected that his ears were wrong, and pointed to the tip of his nose and asked, "Are you talking to me?" ”

Hu Xianfeng nodded and said, "That's right." I would like to ask you, how do you practice your massage techniques? ”

It turned out that Zheng Yichen cured his grandmother with an upright massage technique, which dealt a big blow to him.

If it were a person like Xu Zhiwei, he would definitely be angry and resentful of Zheng Yichen.

Although Hu Xianfeng is proud, his nature is not bad, and he has a valuable character that is almost brave and shameful.

After learning the hard way, he had to admit that Zheng Yichen completely defeated him, and he also agreed with Zheng Yichen's point of view from the bottom of his heart: he studied acupuncture and massage, and he can only acupuncture and moxibustion, which is really unreasonable.

So he picked up the massage books that he had discarded for seven years again, and every day after work, he took time out to practice seriously.

I practiced for more than a month, but I had little effect.

Without special guidance, reading the course according to the book and practicing massage in front of the book is tantamount to a blind man touching an elephant, after all, not everyone has Zheng Yichen's understanding.

Hu Xianfeng is usually arrogant and looks down on Zheng Yichen, who has a low education, but now he is willing to bow his head and ask him for advice, you can imagine how much courage he had.

Zheng Yichen was greatly surprised, and asked puzzledly, "Your teacher is Gu Minggao!" A generation of needle kings! You're asking me for advice? ”

Hu Xianfeng said with a wry smile: "You also know that his nickname is the king of needles, the teacher never uses massage techniques to treat people, and we are not allowed to use massage, saying that doing that kind of physical work will affect the sensitivity of the fingers and the grasp of the sense of acupuncture." ”

Zheng Yichen knew that Gu Minggao had such a big prejudice against massage, and he couldn't help but secretly rejoice in his heart: it was a good thing that the apprenticeship half a year ago was not successful.

He remained silent and asked, "Then what do you think?" ”

Hu Xianfeng's face hesitated: "Hmm...... The teacher's words have always been regarded as the golden rule, but after your incident, I realized that acupuncture also has limitations, and massage can just make up for this limitation, and the teacher's words are not all right, well, probably ......"

Gu Minggao's image in Hu Xianfeng's heart was as tall and majestic as a god, radiant, and after a fierce battle in his heart, he stumbled and said this questioning of Gu Minggao.

When Hu Xianfeng spoke, he felt very hard, but after he finished speaking, the whole person was much more relaxed.

Zheng Yichen nodded and said, "I also think what he said is wrong, acupuncture pays attention to the feel, why not massage?" ”

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and put it on Hu Xianfeng's back, moved down from his neck and shoulders, stroked it to the sacrum, and then used his thumb to tap the stomach and liver points on Hu Xianfeng's back.

Hu Xianfeng only felt a soreness from his back to his upper abdomen, and couldn't help but scream.

Zheng Yichen smiled lightly and said to him: "If there is a disease inside, it must be done outside." You have a bit of a problem with your stomach and liver. He raised his hand and shook it a few times in front of Hu Xianfeng, "These are all things I have touched with the feel of practicing massage, and you have obvious cord-like nodules in both parts." ”

Hu Xianfeng was surprised and delighted, he didn't expect that the touch on Zheng Yichen's hand was so powerful, he could feel the sick position on his back through his clothes, and instantly understood Zheng Yichen's intention: "You want to tell me that practicing massage will not only not cause damage to the fingers, but can strengthen the touch of the fingers, which is more helpful for acupuncture, right?" ”

Zheng Yichen smiled: "That's right, that's what I meant." ”

The elevator door had opened while talking, and the two walked in, Hu Xianfeng took the initiative to exchange contact information with Zheng Yichen, and laughed with him.

When the elevator door opened on the third floor, Hu Xianfeng didn't want his colleagues to see the cattiness between him and Zheng Yichen, so he changed into his original arrogant face and walked out.

Zheng Yichen looked at Hu Xianfeng's back in a daze, shook his head and smiled secretly: "This person, he still can't change the problem of pretending to be forced." ”

Today is Wednesday, and it's time to sit in the outpatient clinic with Li Sanguang again.

After entering the empty consultation room, Zheng Yichen opened the window to breathe, put on a white coat, sorted out the medical records on the desk, took out the prescription list, took out the bottom medical record, saw the name clearly, cleared his throat, and called the patient to come in for consultation.

By the time Li Sanguang arrived, Zheng Yichen had already asked about the medical history of the three people, wrote the course of the disease, and even wrote the prescription.

After Li Sanguang greeted Zheng Yichen with a smile, he put on a white coat, sat on a chair, and took out a Parker fountain pen and a pair of reading glasses from his briefcase and put them on the bridge of his nose.

Zheng Yichen was respectful, handed over the three medical records he had written, and asked him to browse and comment.

Li Sanguang inspected it, nodded at the same time, and signed his name on all three prescription forms.

Zheng Yichen was greatly encouraged, overjoyed, and shouted for the next patient to come in to see a doctor.

Since Li Sanguang personally saw that Zheng Yichen cured the patient Yang Wei's low back pain with only two needles and one acupoint, he was a little moved in his heart and took the initiative to ask Zheng Yichen to give him an acupuncture to treat his old problem of lumbar muscle strain.

Speaking of his lumbar muscle strain, he also has a medical history of nearly 40 years, which is the root of the disease when he was criticized during the Cultural Revolution.

At that time, it was freezing cold, he was dragged out of the bed by the Red Guards, stripped off his clothes, and knelt on the street for ten hours.

Every morning when he woke up, Li Sanguang would feel that his waist was stiff and could not be straightened, and he got better after activity, and when he was overactive, his waist was sore again, and sitting for a long time was also a kind of torture for him, so he had never been far away for decades, and his range of activities was in G City.

After Zheng Yichen gave him acupuncture treatment at the beginning, Li Sanguang would also feel that the discomfort in his waist was reduced, and after a few days, he returned to his original shape, after all, his accumulation of strains over the past decades was not trivial, and the cold evil penetrated the bone marrow, which was extremely difficult to eradicate.

The back pain came and went, Li Sanguang was a little disheartened and didn't want to continue the treatment, but at the beginning, he took the initiative to ask Zheng Yichen for treatment, and now he can't say that he refuses, so he has to force a smile and continue to consume.

Zheng Yichen saw it in his eyes, and he also understood it in his heart, but he also felt a little guilty, feeling that he had failed to live up to the trust of a respected old man in him.

This matter took a turn for the better after Zheng Yichen mastered all the needles of the "Eight Methods of Spirit Needle".

He used the "Qing method" to clear the cold air that penetrated the bone marrow like a cocoon, accompanied by the "warm method" to warm the kidney yang, and the "supplement" method to nourish the kidney essence, and the three methods were used together, which took a lot of effort and five acupuncture times, which successfully cured Li Sanguang's illness completely.

When Li Sanguang got up in the early morning of the next day and found that his waist did not have a little stiffness, he was ecstatic, and the dozens of years old man danced at the head of the bed, which scared his wife enough to think that Li Sanguang was having a seizure!

This root cause of the disease has accompanied Li Sanguang for nearly 40 years, bringing him not only physical torture, but also psychological torture.

Whenever his waist ached, he would think back to the darkest and most painful days of his life.

So Li Sanguang returned to the clinic and when he saw Zheng Yichen, he said to him: "Entong rebuilds, don't dare or forget!" ”

It was also from that day that he asked to test the knowledge that Zheng Yichen had learned and cultivate his ability to go to the clinic independently.

In the past week, Zheng Yichen independently consulted and prescribed prescriptions, and then handed over the medical records and prescriptions to Li Sanguang for review.

In the initial stage, Zheng Yichen was a little uncomfortable with his role, like a soldier with a halberd, who suddenly became a general who gave orders, and was a little at a loss.

Therefore, when he asked for a consultation and wrote a medical record, he often neglected one thing or the other, and sometimes even the simplest statement was written incorrectly.

When prescribing, he was full of spirit when he did not use traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture and massage to treat diseases, and he was a little rigid in form, and the prescriptions he prescribed followed the rules and regulations, and there were no highlights at all.

Fortunately, Li Sanguang had enough patience to counsel, never showed the slightest unhappiness, picked out his mistakes one by one, explained carefully, and after criticism, he did not forget to encourage a few words, so that Zheng Yichen had the confidence to continue.

Under Li Sanguang's deliberate cultivation, Zheng Yichen has made great progress in Western medicine consultations, writing medical records, and prescribing.

Even Li Sanguang was very shocked in his heart, he didn't expect him to be able to make such progress in a short period of time.

He has been a doctor for half his life, and he has taught countless apprentices, several of whom are already internationally renowned doctors, but he has never met a student like Zheng Yichen!

As soon as he thought of this, Li Sanguang sighed with emotion: "What a pity! The talent I hoped to appear in the Western medical field has become a Chinese medicine practitioner! ”

At ten o'clock, all the patients were finally seen, and the two were talking and laughing, discussing the last patient who had just finished seeing the patient.

"It's funny! She actually said that her buttocks hurt, and then she went to see an internist, and the doctor prescribed her medicine and Yinqiao tablets. ”

"Teacher, in fact, I just wanted to ask her: Does your ass catch a cold?" Zheng Yichen said with a smile.

"Did you smell that smell from her just now?" Li Sanguang raised his snow-white eyebrows.

"Yes, it smells like a strong perfume." Zheng Yichen frowned, and the smell of perfume in the clinic still lingered.

"How can that be called a perfume smell? It's stinky water! I almost wanted to ask her if she had been squatting in the toilet for a long time before her buttocks hurt and the toilet smell on her body was so strong. ”

"Haha, sure enough, ginger is old and spicy, teacher, you are too talented." Zheng Yichen laughed loudly.

"What's the matter? It's so funny. One of them stood in the doorway and asked aloud.

Zheng Yichen looked back, the person who came was in his forties, wearing a white coat, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his towering nose, and a capable expression, it turned out to be the head of the hospital: Deng Rongguang, the president.

He hurriedly got up and shouted, "Hello Dean." ”

The dean waved his hand to signal that he could sit down, and Li Sanguang said with a smile: "Dean, what kind of wind blew you here?" ”

Deng Guangrong showed a wry smile: "I have nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, and I am going to trouble the old professor." ”

"What's going on?" Li Sanguang's expression also became solemn.