Yan Murong's big pant made He Yu worry when he heard it, but fortunately, it was just a joke.

"Lao Zhang, do you hear that? You're still saved, you can still stand up, you have to cooperate with Dr. Yan, you-"

As he spoke, He Yu couldn't cry, it had been twelve years, and now he finally saw hope.

"How do you want me to cooperate?"

Finally, Zhang He turned his head, looked at Yan Murong with blank eyes and asked.

"I'm going to check where you're injured." Yan Murong said.

Seeing Zhang He nodding, He Yu hurriedly asked Changjin to push the wheelchair into the bedroom, and then moved Zhang He to the bed.

This is a two-bedroom house, only about 60 square meters, the bedroom of the two is sunny, and it is only a dozen square meters, an old-fashioned double bed with angle steel hanging bed boards, a wardrobe, plus a round small table, this is all the furniture in the room.

After tossing for five minutes, Zhang He was placed on the bed on his stomach, his shirt had been taken off, revealing his back, and above the tail vertebrae, a centipede-like scar was lying crookedly, looking extremely scary.

Yan Murong didn't feel anything, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and began to touch Zhang He's spine from top to bottom.

Touching the bones is also a must-learn technique in traditional Chinese medicine, just like cupping, but now people have a little bit of a fracture or other disease, the first thing that comes to mind is to go to the hospital for CT, the cupping is even worse, and it has been reduced to the ranks of massage health care - let's say it is Chinese medicine health care, that is also health care.

Yan Murong touched it section by piece, and when he finally touched the injured position, his palm stayed for a longer time.

"Auntie, if I tell the truth, you may not like to hear it, but I still have to say it." Yan Murong looked at He Yu and said in a deep voice.

"Say, Doctor Yan, say it." He Yu said while wiping his tears. As long as her husband can be saved, she won't be angry about anything Yan Murong says.

"In the past ten years, you have been wrong to blame Dr. Teng." Yan Murong said. "I just touched my uncle's bones, and the injuries were the second and third vertebrae on the waist, due to the action of external forces, the two vertebrae had fractures and dislocations at that time, and there was heavy bleeding at that time, wasn't it?"

"Yes, yes, Dr. Yan, you are really amazing." He Yu praised repeatedly, thinking, look at this young man, he only touched and checked the pulse to know the condition, unlike those big hospitals, which spent thousands of yuan for examination, and had to go home and wait for three days.

"So, you shouldn't blame Dr. Teng." Yan Murong sighed and said. "This kind of condition, if there was no Dr. Teng to stop the bleeding and correct the bones for him at that time, it would not take ten minutes, and he would be completely finished - Dr. Teng's technique is very good, and the effect of bone correction is also very good, so it is no problem to recuperate for a period of time with steel nails, and it will not cause this symptom."

"Then how did my dad get paralyzed?" Zhang Jin asked strangely, and the anger on his face was long gone.

"I really don't know, didn't you go to the hospital to shoot a film? What do doctors say? Yan Murong asked.

"Yes, we did it once." He Yu hurriedly said, then opened the wardrobe, took out a yellowed kraft paper bag from the bottom of the wardrobe, took out a stack of X-ray photos from it and handed it to Yan Murong.

"What did the doctor say at the time?" Yan Murong asked.

"The doctor said it was fine." He Yu said with a frown. "But Lao Zhang just can't stand up, and he doesn't feel any from the waist down, so he looks for a doctor, and the doctor will let him take another film, or go to the big hospital in Yanjing - hey, how can we have so much money."

Yan Murong listened while looking at the film in his hand, and Teng Zhan also came over to study it together.

"Uncle, have you found anything?" Yan Murong asked.

"Nope." Teng Zhan frowned and shook his head, sighed, and said. "I don't see it at all."

"I'll borrow a silver needle." Yan Murong said with a smile, he would always have three silver needles on his body to defend himself, but now that Teng Zhan was carrying a medicine box, he didn't have to take it out.

Teng Zhan didn't ask Yan Murong what he was going to do, opened the medicine box, handed Yan Murong all the alcohol cotton and the needle box, and picked up the photos and studied them, hoping to see any clues.

Yan Murong took out a needle from the needle box, and after disinfecting it with alcohol cotton, it was pierced on an acupuncture point behind Zhang He's neck, and then, an internal qi entered his body along the tip of the needle, and after swimming around the meridians and acupuncture points throughout his body, he pulled out the needle.

"Doctor Yan, old Zhang, he-"

He Yu didn't say that it was raining, and looked at Yan Murong with a nervous expression, for fear of hearing bad news from Yan Murong's mouth. Teng Zhan was also nervous, and his face jumped tightly.

"It's promising, and it's big." Yan Murong said with a smile.

This is not that he is exaggerating, but after using internal qi to examine the meridian acupuncture points of Zhang He's body, the cause was discovered.

"Really?" He Yu seemed to be in disbelief, grabbed Yan Murong's hand, and asked in a trembling voice.

"Really." Yan Murong nodded affirmatively, and when he looked back at Zhang He who was lying on the bed, he was also trying to twist his head to look over, and a glint appeared in his godless eyes.

"I just checked my uncle's body, and the cause is not in the bones, but in the nerves." Yan Murong explained. "Generally speaking, the most likely cause of this disease is paralysis due to nerve damage, and when I checked my uncle's body just now, I found that a section of nerve was suppressed, and at first glance, it was caused by congestion that was not drained cleanly."

"Huh?" Hearing Yan Murong's explanation, He Yu was stunned and said. "Doctor Yan, but it didn't take out on that piece."

"This is a film from 10 years ago, and it is likely that the presence of bruises was not detected at that time for technical reasons." Yan Murong said. "Now it seems that you are really wrong to blame Dr. Teng."

"Poof!"

As soon as Yan Murong finished speaking, He Yu and Zhang Jin suddenly knelt on the ground, thanked Yan Murong vigorously, and apologized to Teng Zhan, and the two of them were a little at a loss for a while.

"Sister, get up, get up." Teng Zhan hurriedly pulled people up, and Yan Murong also shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Auntie, get up, I'll die if I do this again."

So, Teng Zhan helped him for a long time, but it was not as good as Yan Murong's words.

"Let's get up, let's get up immediately, Doctor Yan, you must save Lao Zhang." He Yu was startled, and quickly pulled Zhang Jin to stand up from the ground, and said pleadingly.

"Don't worry." Yan Murong smiled and nodded. "Wait a minute, I'll give my uncle some acupuncture, I promise, he will be able to stand up in a week, and he will be able to walk in a month."

PS: Take a leave of absence, it's just two shifts, and the headache is really bad.