Acupuncture to stop bleeding and first aid trauma patients, this kind of thing, Zhang He has experienced more than once or twice.

The gunshot wound was a penetrating wound, and the bullet mercilessly pierced the lobe of Sissi's right lung, and in addition to bleeding profusely, a fatal pneumothorax was formed in an instant.

Zhang He didn't dare to slack off, and immediately pulled Sissi's long skirt under the wound. "Zhang He, what are you doing?" Yuan Hongyu finally reacted, and scolded sharply while quickly crawling towards Zhang He.

"If you don't want your sister to die, shut up for me." Zhang He roared angrily and tore the skirt of Sissi's abdomen.

The acupuncture points that are useful for stopping bleeding in the chest, such as Jizhong, Zhongguan, Tianshu, Qihai, and Guan Yuan, were all activated by the silver needle in an instant, and Zhang He's innate true qi, which could not last too long, poured into Qianqian's meridians along the madness of the silver needle. Zhuge Xiyue also glanced at the surrounding high-rise buildings like an eagle falcon, and after finding no clues, he also strode towards Zhang He.

"The two of you, one plugs the wound on Sissi's chest, and the other plugs the wound on Sissi's back, quick." Looking at Sissi, whose face was so pale that her right chest had stopped rising and falling, Zhang He ordered loudly.

Yuan Hongyu knew that Zhang He was a miracle doctor on the road, for the sake of his sister's life, he did not hesitate at all this time, and immediately blocked the wound behind Qianqian with his palm, while Zhuge Xiyue immediately pressed down on Qianqian's chest with his white jade hand, which was just above the flesh and only a few inches away from the heart.

Zhang He went out, the innate true qi gushed out, with his life-threatening treatment, and the front and back wounds were blocked, the pneumothorax did not worsen at all, and the condition finally stopped deteriorating rapidly.

Killing people in the streets with guns in Huaxia, but it was a shocking event, those policemen who were not much faster than snails on weekdays finally drove at full speed, and the rare ones were much faster than 120, and the police who swarmed to the scene of the accident instantly blocked the scene of the accident, and a police officer strode over, wanting to say something, but as he saw Zhang He's face clearly, he immediately shut up.

The road doctor, in Gangneung, there are still many people who know him.

With a face that is familiar to the public, Zhang He successfully devoted all his energy to saving people. In the sharp sound of the flute, 120 finally came, looking at the well-equipped ambulance, Zhang He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but at the moment of relaxation, Zhang He, who was already at the end of the strong crossbow, involuntarily blackened his eyes and went straight to the ground.

The rest of the things have become Zhuge Xiyue's business.

Yuan Hongyu wanted to blame Zhang He for this, but when he learned that it was Zhuge Xiyue, the general manager of Xiuyuan International, who testified to Zhang He, he immediately put away the idea of planting the blame.

Planting is destined to only clean up the powerless and powerless poor, and Zhuge Xiyue, who is dozens of times harder than he doesn't know in the background, testifies that his planting is doomed to be impossible to succeed. If it doesn't work out, his company will become the target of Zhuge Xiyue's great suppression, in this case, it will really outweigh the losses.

Yuan Hongyu is a pure businessman, the characteristics of businessmen who value profits, businessmen who love faces, and businessmen who bully the soft and are afraid of the hard are all vividly reflected in him, a pure businessman.

Zhang He finally woke up leisurely, but the place where he woke up was a white ward, and in addition to Zhuge Xiyue, who was full of concern, there were several police comrades who were waiting for him.

Your mother, my brother's car shock is in vain.

Looking at Zhuge Xiyue's pretty face full of concern, Zhang He sat up in a helpless sigh and asked anxiously, "Where is Sissi?" ”

"I've been taken to the operating room." Zhuge Xiyue replied softly.

Zhang He suddenly lifted the quilt and quickly jumped off the hospital bed, "No, I have to go and see." ”

Zhuge Xiyue is a smart person, not only did she not stop Zhang He, but instead helped Zhang He stop the police officers who were preparing to make a difference.

At this time, it was half past nine o'clock in the evening, and it stands to reason that in addition to the doctors on the night shift, the medical staff of the First People's Hospital of Jiangling Province should have all left work, but because the shooting case has attracted great attention from the Chinese government, a large number of medical staff are still gathered in the emergency department at this time, and a large number of non-medical personnel who have expressed great concern about this matter and rushed to the scene as soon as possible.

Looking at the people who were hugging each other and hugging each other, they would only express a high degree of concern, and many old doctors who were harmed could not rest, Zhang He couldn't help but feel a little disgusted. When human lives are at stake, don't you really care about the safety of the wounded? Having a meeting in the office, expressing a high level of concern, having a dick-.

Zhang He, who silently burst into a foul language, strode in the direction of the operation.

The First People's Hospital of Gangneung Province, where he practiced, started with an angel in white, and every clinical department here has left his footprints and notes. In addition to the internship period, when Uncle Li was also the director of the general surgery department here, he also sneaked over to Lei Feng many times and could only write a diary.

Zhang He, who quickly packed himself according to the standard of aseptic surgery, trotted all the way into the emergency operating room.

On the operating table, several people couldn't see their faces clearly, but their movements were extremely skillful, they should be director-level doctors, and they were skillfully suturing the pleura for Sissi, and it seemed that the operation was nearing the end.

As a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, Zhang He is still very responsible, and quietly grabbed Qianqian's right wrist, which was anesthetized and unconscious.

Her pulse was steady and strong, and it seemed that Sissi was out of danger.

Zhang He involuntarily sighed.

The medical staff who were all focused on Sissi's wound did not notice Zhang He's appearance or Zhang He's departure. Zhang He, who came and went silently, couldn't help but sigh silently, since the Hua Tuo era, Chinese traditional Chinese medicine has officially appeared in Chinese surgery, after all, it has not been able to get out of the predicament caused by human consciousness, and to this day, surgery is still the world of Western medicine.

Traditional Chinese medicine surgery is a completely different surgical method from Western medicine, but even if you put forward the concept of Chinese surgery now, will anyone believe it? Does anyone accept it?

Zhang He does not reject Western medicine, in the words of Grandpa Deng, whether it is a white cat or a black cat, it is a good cat if it can catch mice? However, Chinese surgery and Western medicine surgery are obviously cats that can catch mice, so why do people in the world only recognize the white cat of Western medicine and surgery, and completely ignore the black cat of Chinese surgery, which can also catch mice?

Is it because Chinese medicine has been asleep for too long?

Suddenly, a strong belief rose from Zhang He's heart, took root, and thrived.

It is necessary to let the sleeping Chinese medicine completely wake up, which is popular in China and the world. There is competition, there will be motivation, both Chinese and Western medicine have bloomed brilliant flowers, but can make Chinese and Western medicine all develop rapidly.

In the fierce competition of a hundred flowers, it is like being in a turbulent river, sailing against the current, and retreating if you don't advance. In this way, whether it is traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, Fang Cai will give full play to his creativity, so that medicine can develop at an unprecedented speed and for the benefit of mankind.

Zhang He didn't know why he had this kind of idea of guidance that only senior leaders of the United Nations wanted, but this inexplicable idea was so real, as if he was born for this earth-shattering cause, as if this was his mission.

……

Back in the ward, facing Zhuge Xiyue and the heavily armed police uncle, Zhang He quickly suppressed this inexplicable idea.

Suddenly great, but this sudden greatness has taken deep root in Zhang He's heart, quietly waiting for the right spring breeze and rain to set off a chapter of its crazy growth.