Chapter 213: The Rise of Chinese Medicine (I)

Meng Fan slowly stretched out his hand and gently probed the lower pulse on the child's wrist, which could hardly be described as a slippery pulse, the slight pulse beating to the limit, if you didn't feel it carefully, you would almost not feel the existence of the pulse.

Shocked in his heart, he couldn't help but chuckle, he didn't have time to think about it, he quickly gathered the true qi in his body, and silently recited the mantra of the "Immortal Sutra" in his mouth, and a strong air flow gathered from the dantian and spread out in all directions towards his body.

Meng Fan's face was solemn, and he slowly condensed the true qi in his body to the place of his wrist, and slowly placed his palm on the child's heart.

At this moment, it was the first time he had felt worried and scared in all his years of medical practice, and he was hardly sure that the child's condition was too dangerous.

Of course, he is not worried that his children will die and he will not live, he is really sweating for the safety of these children's lives.

Outside the ward, there were many intensive care medical staff, each wearing sterile gowns, masks, and gloves. However, at this moment, it was as quiet as if there was no one.

Everyone's eyes looked directly at Meng Fan's back, holding their breath, they were worried about the child, and they were also worried about Meng Fan.

The more he recited the mantra of the "Immortal Sutra", the original true qi that was only faint gradually became more intense, and the light blue air flow slowly shrouded the child's heart, and as the true qi entered, the air flow that emitted blue light seeped into his body little by little.

Uh-huh--The highly unconscious child's mouth let out a sigh, and the chapped and white lips opened slightly, this simple action made his heart happy, he knew that there was hope, and there was a lot of hope. The latest chapter of 黑しし has been updated

There was no time to rejoice, Meng Fan gradually accelerated the input of true qi, and at the same time, his other hand was also probing around the children, he wanted to know what went wrong and how to eradicate the toxins in these children's bodies.

The child's heart and organs throughout the body are in a state of failure, and many key organs such as the liver, kidneys, and pancreas.

There is a world of difference between Chinese medicine and Western medicine, which uses scientific principles to detect and ponder. However, traditional Chinese medicine, which has been passed down for thousands of years, uses the theory of yin and yang and the five elements to treat the human body.

This requires extremely strong clinical experience, and it is precisely for this reason that there are fewer and fewer capable TCM practitioners now. It demands too much from doctors.

The air flow that emanated from Meng Fan's palm slowly seeped into the child's body, spreading throughout his body with lightning speed.

The organs and blood, which had already been weakened and blackened by the toxins, began to undergo a rinse because of the infiltration of these air currents, and the toxins that had solidified in the blood vessels and organs of the whole body were catalyzed little by little, and turned into urine.

Yes, the child wetted the bed.

His urine is full of toxins, and this kind of detoxification method is very common, but it is extremely rare to have Meng Fan's ability to clean up so thoroughly.

Gradually, the child's darkened face became rosy, the normal flush, and the weak breathing from before now became even.

All of this happened in two minutes.

Although the medical staff standing outside the ward could not see the changes in the child, the heart rate displayed on the heart detector next to them made them feel their blood boiling.

Everyone's eyes were red at this moment, tears welled up in their eyes, and several young female nurses with little experience covered their mouths and sobbed silently, twitching their shoulders: "Live...... lived, Doctor Meng actually treated him. ”

Everyone's heart is like a resurrection, that excitement, that excitement, even happier than being dead and alive.

Director Xu of the department was also dumbfounded, pushed the myopic mirror on the bridge of his nose, and was dumbfounded: "This ...... Dean Peng, this ...... Is this really a cure? ”

Although it was not the first time that Dean Peng was shocked by Meng Fan, today, the condition of almost all medical professors in the country who were helpless was reversed by Meng Fan in a few minutes, and these children were pulled back from the hands of King Yama.

When he was over fifty years old, he was as happy as a child at this moment, nodding like pounding garlic: "Yes, okay, okay, I knew that Doctor Meng could do it, he could do it." ”

And he did.

However, something not optimistic also appeared, because this was almost the price to be paid for snatching people from the ghost gate was that Meng Fan was weak, and this unprecedented consumption of true qi to treat the patient, just one child made his whole body tremble, and his head was covered with sweat.

Meng Fan, who was aware of this problem, knew that his treatment method was a bit extreme, if he continued like this, treating three children would be enough to make him fall, a total of fifty-six seriously ill children, how could he finish the treatment.

As the boy's whole body almost entered a healthy state, Meng Fan gradually retracted his true qi, and his body trembled violently, almost falling, and his hands quickly supported the guardrail of the hospital bed.

This trembling violently made Dean Peng and the others outside also tighten, and the smile on their faces instantly froze, and they hurriedly rushed in from the outside: "Doctor Meng, you ...... How are you? You okay? ”

Meng Fan, who had almost lost half his life, was out of breath and shook his head weakly: "Dean Peng, this is not a way. ”

The happy mood was suddenly hit by this bad news in less than five minutes, and Dean Peng also nodded with a look of embarrassment: "Yes, yes, Doctor Meng, you say, is there any other way?" If I need the help of my old Peng, even if I give up this life, I will fight. ”

Meng Fan swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva with difficulty, picked up the water brought by the nurse next to him and poured a few sips, only then did he feel that his body had regained some strength, and said, "Call all the Chinese medicine doctors in the hospital and come over to save people with me." ”

"Medium...... Chinese medicine, can they do it? ”

Although he witnessed Meng Fan's miracle, Dean Peng was still full of worries, you must know that in his impression, those Chinese medicine practitioners usually prescribe medicine to people and then knock a few times and don't care, at this time, they come up, isn't this adding to the chaos?

As if he had guessed what he was thinking, Meng Fan smiled bitterly: "Dean Peng, go ahead, even if you don't believe them, can you still believe me?" ”

"Okay, you wait, I'll be right there."

Without thinking about it, Dean Peng nodded vigorously, turned around and rushed out with a brisk walk, his complicated face couldn't tell whether he was nervous or excited, in short, he was red.

Meng Fan, who was a little unable to hold on, found a bench and sat down slowly next to him, resting for a few minutes.

Time passed quickly, and in less than ten minutes, a group of Chinese medicine doctors in white coats followed Dean Peng from outside, and there were more than 20 people. It's just that Dean Peng didn't screen it, but all those who have clinical treatment qualifications have been brought.

The oldest is in his sixties, and the youngest is in his thirties, which is relatively good quality doctors in the Chinese medicine industry.

When he was about to walk into the intensive care ward, Dean Peng ordered everyone to disinfect the whole body of these doctors and put on sterile gowns, so that they could walk in, and their voice could be heard from a distance: "Doctor Meng, Doctor Meng, people have brought you ......"

Feeling that the rest was almost complete, Meng Fan stood up, saw a group of Chinese medicine doctors looking at him blankly, and said directly: "I believe that I don't need to introduce myself anymore, Chinese medicine has been lonely for so many years, and today I will take everyone to give the whole country a chance to prove it to the world." ”

After speaking, Meng Fan didn't wait for those people's answers, turned his face and continued to look at Dean Peng: "Dean Peng, I have to trouble you with one more thing, I forgot to say just now, I want twenty moxa sticks, and then make a video transfer." In addition, you can find a way to get in touch with the directors of several other hospitals, and we will try to get all the TCM doctors to follow me to participate in the live broadcast to save the child, so that I don't have to run back and forth. ”

Hearing this, Dean Peng raised his eyebrows: "Doctor Meng, what you said is true?" Can it work? ”

"There's nothing wrong with that, you let them go."

Meng Fan moved his limbs, regained his strength, and seeing that Dean Peng had gone out to contact the matter, he began to popularize science about these doctors: "How much clinical experience do you have over the years, and are your medical skills excellent?" I don't know any of this, and I don't need to. But today, in this class, I don't care how highly respected you were before, for the sake of these children, only listen to me, can you do it? ”

Long ago, Meng Fan became the idol of these Chinese medicine doctors, although the four major schools of Chinese medicine have been opposed, but there is no factional dispute and position dispute, they know very well that Meng Fan's medical skills are quite strong, if they can learn from him, it can be said that their future future is bright.

"Doctor Meng, don't worry, old man, I have lived half my life, and you are the most powerful Chinese medicine doctor I have ever seen." The sixty-year-old Chinese medicine doctor led by him said with a tight mouth, his face was full of wrinkles and his hair was gray, but at this moment he was full of strength.

"That's it, Doctor Meng, don't worry, I will definitely listen to your words."

"Yes, Doctor Meng, let's start."

High-pitched and excited answers came from the crowd, Meng Fan also showed a satisfied smile on his face, nodded, and was not pretentious, turned around and pointed to the children behind him and said: "In traditional Chinese medicine, evil poison invades, and under normal circumstances, we need to use moxibustion and acupuncture techniques to detoxify, and then improve immunity, however, in general, this treatment method is chronic, right?" ”

"yes, today...... We're not going to do the same today, are we? Someone asked worriedly.

Meng Fan smiled mysteriously, raised the corners of his mouth and nodded: "Yes, it's still moxibustion and acupuncture, besides, are there any of you who are good at lancet therapy?" ”

"Me." It was still the sixty-year-old Chinese medicine doctor who took two steps forward with a smile: "I'm afraid that I dare to play this here, and my old man is the only one." ”

Indeed, lancet therapy is extremely risky, and looking at so many things in society nowadays that say that I can cup, massage, and lancet, it is all.

It is very powerful to find someone in a province who really understands lancet therapy and is very clever, and can count it on one hand, let alone come in handy in today's scene.

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