"Will the patient wake up in a moment?" Zeng Zisai asked in disbelief.

"Zhitao, what's the matter with the patient? Can you talk about that? Li Guangke asked. He also took the patient's pulse just now, and felt that the patient's condition was a little bad, but it was not a very serious one, and it may be that the patient himself had a problem.

Qiu Yuan, who was next to him, heard Mo Zhitao say such big words, and he became excited. "Mo Zhitao, did you really wake up the patient? If yes, you can try it. If the patient doesn't wake up, then you're responsible. Hahaha. ”

"Expert Qiu, who is he? Will he heal? The patient's family looked at Mo Zhitao in disbelief. If an old man like Li Guangke treats his father's illness, he can still discuss. But as young as Mo Zhitao, he can't believe it.

"He said he was very good, he could ⊥ your father wake up, and you could try ⊥ him. If he heals your father, you can settle accounts with him. Qiu Yuan said to the assistant behind him: "You go and tell the other people to come and see that the people from the Chinese medicine school are going to show their skills to treat diseases, and we must also study hard." ”

That assistant has been following Qiu Yuan for so long, how can he not know what Qiu Yuan thinks? Qiu Yuan wants to see Mo Zhitao make a fool of himself. So, he immediately ran out and called someone over, and after a while, there were many doctors standing inside and outside the ward, and they wanted to see what was going on with this patient who had been lying on the bed. Who is so powerful to wake him up?

Li Guangke saw more and more people coming, and he was worried. If Mo Zhitao can wake up the patient, it's fine, but if he can't, the problem will be big, and their Chinese medicine college will be embarrassed again.

"Zhitao, look at it now." Li Guangke was worried.

"Teacher, this patient may also have hypothesis, he fantasizes in his mind that he is very serious, he is dying, he can't live." Mo Zhitao whispered.

"Is it such a disease?" Li Guangke patted his head, yes, why didn't he think of it? If the patient does not really pretend to be sick, then he is mentally ill, and the patient forces himself to be sick, which is called hypothetical illness in medicine.

However, Li Guangke was worried again, "Zhitao, this disease can't be saved in a while, you just said that you can wake up the patient in a while, isn't it a bit too hasty." ”

"Hehehe, teacher, you don't have to worry, I'm still sure." Mo Zhitao said with a smile. He is very busy, and he has to go to Wenguang Province tomorrow to settle accounts with the Tiger Gang, and he can't stay here all the time.

"Really? Mo Zhitao, you are so capable, you can do it. Qiu Yuan sneered, "If you can't cure the patient, are you responsible?" ”

Li Guangke hurriedly said: "Qiu Xiao, everyone has seen this patient, and your treatment has not improved for a week, now let's see that there should be no problem." How do you tell us to be responsible? ”

Li Guangke is not easy to bully, you all have been treated for a week, and now when we heal for a while, we will be responsible. Then you doctors who heal for a week are even more responsible.

"Hehehe, this patient was cured by someone from your College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, of course you are responsible. We are now taking over treatment in a humanitarian spirit. Otherwise, you can take people away for treatment, I don't care. Qiu Yuan saw that the people who came were almost there, and he could just laugh at Li Guangke and them, so he laughed.

The patient's family listened to Qiu Yuan's words, and when he saw Qiu Yuan say this, he immediately said: "I listen to Expert Qiu, and I will do whatever he says." ”

Mo Zhitao looked at the patient's family and said, "He didn't cure your father for a week, do you believe him so much?" Why don't you treat me? ”

"I don't believe you." The patient's family said angrily.

"Hmph, Director Mo, he doesn't want you to be treated, so you don't care about him." Min Xiaoyan in the back said angrily.

Mo Zhitao shook his head and said: "The heart of the doctor's parents, his father is sick, even if he doesn't understand me, I have to treat the patient." ”

"En," Min Xiaoyan heard Mo Zhitao say this, she couldn't help lowering her head, it seemed that her realm was worse than Mo Zhitao. In the past, when I first studied medicine, there was a sentence in the textbook that the parents of doctors should regard patients as their own family members in order to be meticulous.

Mo Zhitao said to the patient's family: "You believe me, I will be able to wake up your father in a while." ”

"I won't believe you, I only listen to Expert Qiu." The patient's family shook their heads.

Mo Zhitao turned his head to look at Qiu Yuan and said, "Specialist Qiu, don't you dare to let me treat the patient?" ”

"That's your business, I don't care." Qiu Yuan shook his head. At first, he wanted to make Mo Zhitao ugly, but now that Mo Zhitao said it so surely, he was a little worried that Mo Zhitao would really cure the patient.

"Then I won't let you heal my father." The patient's family shook their heads and rejected Mo Zhitao's kindness.

"If something happens, I'll be fully responsible, right?" Mo Zhitao said.

The patient's family said, "This is what you said, everyone help me listen." If he can't wake my father up, I'll take him accountable. "Anyway, my father has been in a coma for a few days, and the patient's family is also out of the way.

Mo Zhitao walked towards the patient with a sterilized silver needle, and Li Guangke followed closely behind him, he wanted to see what method Mo Zhitao used to treat the patient's disease.

Mo Zhitao pricked the patient's pain point with a silver needle, and Li Guangke's face showed surprise. Pain is used to wake up the patient's hypothesis, which has been done. But the patient is so old, and the pain point is very strong, and I am afraid that the patient will die like this.

"Ah," after the patient was pricked by Mo Zhitao, he immediately screamed and seemed to wake up.

"You're dead," Mo Zhitao said as he quickly pulled out the silver needle.

"Ah, I'm dead, I haven't told my son, where is my money hidden?" When the patient heard Mo Zhitao's words, he suddenly sat up from the bed.

When the patient's family saw his father sitting up, he hurriedly shouted, "Dad, are you awake?" ”

"Huh? Why are you dead? The old man looked at his son strangely. Where is this? Why is the Yama Palace's a bit like a hospital? The old man was very weak, and he tried to rub his eyes with his hands, but he found that he could not lift his hands.

"Dad, you're not dead, you're still alive, this is the hospital." The patient's family comforted him.

The patient said strangely, "Why didn't I die?" I seem to have heard someone say I'm dead. Ah, I'm in so much pain. The patient screamed again. The pain point that Mo Zhitao was piercing just now was not ordinary, and he remembered that he was in pain again.

Mo Zhitao said: "You let me give in, I will prick your father a few more times." After speaking, the silver needle in Mo Zhitao's hand shot again, this time, not one, but several.

When all the silver needles fell on the patient's body, he no longer cried out in pain, but looked at Mo Zhitao quietly.

Mo Zhitao helped the patient to lie on the bed gently, "Don't worry, I can cure you, do you feel a little warm in your body, very comfortable." ”

"yes, I feel better now." The patient nodded.

"That's good, you have to have faith in me, I'm amazing, you close your eyes." Mo Zhitao said softly.

At first, the patient's family was a little worried that Mo Zhitao would cure his father, but now that he heard his father say that he was much more comfortable, he did not stop Mo Zhitao.

Half an hour later, Mo Zhitao took out the silver needle, and then said: "The patient is not very serious, I will prescribe a prescription for him, seven doses, and after eating, just let Mr. Li come over for a follow-up." ”

"Doctor, is my father really okay?" The patient's family asked Mo Zhitao in disbelief.

"Well, you can ⊥ someone to come and check on him, or you can ask your father if he is much better." Mo Zhitao said. "But because he was in a coma for seven days, you ask the doctor to give him some nutritional injections and eat some gruel."

The patient's family members saw that his father's expression was much better, and he secretly relieved himself.

"Is that all right? It's a fantasy, come on, give the patient a good check-up. Qiu Yuan didn't believe that Mo Zhitao was so powerful, so he called some doctors to do a simple examination for the patient.

"Principal Qiu, the patient's blood pressure, heart rate, and body temperature are normal." After the examination, the doctor reported to Qiu Yuan strangely.

"That's it?" Qiu Yuan didn't believe it. "Send him to the D room to take a film, and his blood will also be checked."

When he was doing his ward rounds just now, he also found that the patient's body temperature was at the degree, why did it suddenly return to normal? If he hadn't been watching from the side, what kind of magic technique did he think Mo Zhitao had used?

With just a few silver needles, can the patient be cured? The more Qiu Yuan thought about it, the more impossible it became.

At this time, the patient's family was excited, "Doctor, you are amazing, thank you for rescuing my father." ”

"You're welcome, you now believe that our Chinese medicine is not quacks, right?" Mo Zhitao said with a smile.

"No, you're not." The patient's family said as they glanced at Zeng Zisai over there. Zeng Zisai's face was slightly red, but he was also very happy. Now that the patient has woken up, he doesn't have to be afraid. For the sake of this patient, he has not closed his eyes much in the past few days.

Mo Zhitao said: "That's good, you let people go to the Chinese medicine room to grab medicine." ”

"Well, I'll go now," the patient's family ran out with the prescription. Another patient's family accompanied the patient to have an examination, and when the examination came out, Qiu Yuan had nothing to say, and a series of examination reports showed that the patient was much better.

"Hmph, you can send the patient to the Chinese medicine department, you don't have to stay here." Qiu Yuan left angrily.

Li Guangke was not polite, he asked someone from the Chinese medicine department to come over and send the patient to the Chinese medicine department.

On the way there, Min Xiaoyan asked Mo Zhitao: "Director Mo, can you tell me about this medical record?" ”

"It's very simple." Mo Zhitao said with a smile. "The patient had a hypothesis, and now he was misdiagnosed, and he was so frightened that he imagined that he was going to die. Therefore, the patient is also in a pseudo-comatose state. No matter what kind of medicine he used, he kept repulsing in his heart, and it would not have much effect. ”