The department is no different from the departments of other hospitals, the tables and chairs cannot be simpler, but they are very spacious and bright, and the cleaning is also very neat.

A doctor in his 40s in a white lab coat is carefully performing acupuncture on an elderly man in a wheelchair.

The old man looked to be in his sixties, his hair was all white, his emaciated cheeks were unhealthy bruised, and his forehead and the corners of his eyes were covered with wrinkles, as if he was about to be ill.

Wearing a gray casual top, his waist is straight without the slightest rickets, which shows that he is also a neat and capable person.

And next to him stood a young man of twenty-five or sixteen years old, with a resolute face like a knife, his eyes shining with cold light, a white shirt and a black jacket, and his hands holding a wheelchair were bruised.

I don't know if he is the old man's family, after seeing Ye Wenqian, he obviously knows each other, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You girl, how can I say that I am also an old person, how can I be so big and not small." The old man tilted his head to this side and squeezed out a smile.

The Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate is a very domineering therapy, and the instrument is a special hard needle, which is slightly thicker than the silver needle, which is easier to stimulate the acupuncture points.

The old man's head had already been pierced by three hard needles into the acupuncture points on the head, and the cranial nerves were affected.

Although it is not painful, it is difficult to control its actions and expressions, and it is very rare to barely squeeze out a smile.

"This is the little doctor I called you yesterday, I don't know if I can cure your disease."

Ye Wenqian glanced at Zhang Yang, squinted her eyes and continued: "A dead horse is a live horse doctor, maybe you can happen to catch a dead mouse by a blind cat." ”

When she said this, even Zhang Yang was a little excessive, after all, she was a terminally ill old man, and no matter how familiar she was, she didn't joke like this.

However, the young man behind the old man shrugged his shoulders and smiled, not scolding her at all, but the doctor who treated her frowned.

This is also understandable, he is treating the old man, but Ye Wenqian has found a doctor, this displeasure alone is normal.

"You dead girl, when did my old man become a dead horse? It's not a dead mouse. ”

The old man had a complicated and strange expression on his face, he should have wanted to laugh but couldn't control his facial muscles and continued: "Alas! I don't have this blessing to see you beautiful little girl now, it seems that you really have to wait for death. ”

"What's the matter, old man? Has the condition worsened again? ”

Ye Wenqian stopped joking, squatted in front of the old man with an anxious and worried look, looked into his eyes and asked.

"The blood vessels in his brain continued to congest and expand, compressing the optic nerve center, so he was temporarily blinded." The doctor who treated explained.

After Zhang Yang heard this, he was very curious, the blood vessels in the brain are very delicate and fragile, how can they be congested and expanded? Unless there is a blockage, which is often referred to as cerebral congestion.

However, this kind of cerebral congestion symptom, not to mention the thirteen needles of the ghost gate, can be completely treated, even ordinary hospitals can alleviate the condition by rushing blood vessels, and it is not an incurable disease at all.

Thinking of these, I couldn't help but deliberately glance at the old man's eyes, which were dull and godless without a trace of brilliance, the black eyes were almost brown, and the whites of the eyes were white and terrifying, which made people feel very weird.

"Grandpa, what were the symptoms of your illness at the beginning?" Zhang Yang asked.

"You see how polite people are, look at your ...... again"

The old man didn't say it directly, but he also knew what he said about Ye Wenqian, so he paused and continued: "At first, it was just a headache, but then it felt like it was so bad, and in the end, these legs were not good." ”

His voice began to tremble, and it was obvious that he was lacking strength.

"Didn't you go to the big hospital to find out what was going on?"

Zhang Yang knows that this kind of situation can be seen more clearly through guò filming, which is obviously the aggravation of the disease, and the film can also better analyze the changes in the internal condition of the brain.

In many cases, the advanced medical equipment of Western medicine can indeed play a great role, which is incomparable with traditional Chinese medicine, so Chinese and Western medicine have their own advantages.

"After checking, it is that the cerebral blood vessels are swollen for unknown reasons, compressing the nerves in the brain, and there is no effect on treatment by various methods." The man behind him replied.

"The hospital can only suspect that there is a blockage, but the blood is flowing normally, which is very strange."

The doctor who treated him naturally understood the condition better, and while gently turning the hard needles on the acupuncture points, he continued: "I originally wanted to do a craniotomy, but because I was too old, not to mention the central blood vessels of the cranial nerves, it was easy to have accidents, so I could only choose conservative treatment. ”

His Hua Zhang Yang can also fully understand that if there is congestion, it can be surgically removed, but the cerebral nerve blood vessels are so delicate and fragile, a slight accident will cause brain damage and even life-threatening.

"At least there is a silver lining to the operation to save his life."

Zhang Yang looked down at the old man's dark face and continued: "This kind of conservative treatment not only does not work, but delays the condition, and he will definitely die in less than a month. ”

"Nonsense, what do you know? Do you really think of yourself as a miracle doctor? The doctor who treated him was furious and scolded.

The reason why he was so angry was that he felt that Zhang Yang was disrespectful to the old man, and guarded the patient and said that he would definitely die.

After all, he is trying his best to treat the elderly, and this conservative treatment method is also a decision made after the consultation of experts in the hospital.

When Ye Wenqian said that he was a little miracle doctor just now, the doctor had already questioned and despised him, Zhang Yang was so young, even if he knew a little about medical skills, how superb could he be?

is still so arrogant, it is normal for him to be angry.

"I'm not a miracle doctor, but I want to ask, what effect can you have if you treat him like this?" Zhang Yang was not angry, and asked with a smile.

"Tong guò stimulates acupuncture points to slow down blood flow, so as to control the rate of expansion of blood vessels and slow down the deterioration of the condition."

Such a choice is a method decided by experts and hospital leaders, and the old man and the young man next to him also know it, so there is no need for the doctor to hide it.

"Don't you see that his face is darkening and his blood is fading away?"

"This is just a reaction to the slowing down of blood flow, and it does not mean that the patient is in any danger, and if it is not controlled, the blood vessels will soon compress the nerve center and become a vegetative state."

The doctor saw that he was very meticulous in his observations, and his words were indeed those of a medical student, although he was still dissatisfied in his heart, he also patiently explained.

Of course, when he said these words, he mainly explained them to the old and young people in front of him.

"I'm talking about blood disappearing, not slowing down."

Zhang Yang continued with a look of disdain: "Of course, you can also stimulate the patient's Quhe acupoint and Benxiang acupoint, and cooperate with the Tianchi acupoint of the heart to accelerate the patient's blood flow, maybe you can flush away the patient's swollen blood vessels. ”

It is undeniable that he said this because he remembered the despicable scene of Liang Haoting treating brain-dead patients at the Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament, so he teased him with contempt.

"Young people, you should be straightforward and frank, why hide it?"

With a loud voice, a tall, white-coated doctor walked in.

"Dean Liang, you're here." The doctor just now immediately greeted respectfully.

The old man is naturally the director of this hospital, and Liang Haoting's grandfather Liang Menyuan, who is in his sixties, with a medium build, ruddy complexion, gray hair, and a scholarly atmosphere.

When he was at the door, he heard Zhang Yang's analysis and felt that his words were not unreasonable.

Originally, the slowing down and disappearance of blood flow will cause facial darkening, and it is really difficult to distinguish if it is not particularly obvious.

Although Zhang Yang's words were arrogant, his observation of the condition was very detailed, which made him feel that this young man was not simple.

Suddenly, hearing him talk about stimulating these three acupuncture points, the disdain on his face made Liang Menyuan feel that he had something to say, after all, these three acupuncture points are taboo in acupuncture.

In order to prevent people with ulterior motives from using this cruel treatment technique, the predecessors of Chinese medicine and acupuncture have stopped mentioning this method decades ago, so that it has completely disappeared in the Chinese medicine world, so people who are not from a Chinese medicine family do not know this method at all.

"Am I not frank enough? Isn't it true that you ghost door thirteen needles use this method to treat patients? ”

"Xuanwen, take out the hard needle first."

Liang Menyuan first explained that he stopped the treatment next to him, indicating that he had long known that this treatment method had little effect, and he didn't care about the extra time.

After a pause, he said to Zhang Yang: "This hospital was founded by me 20 years ago, when it was just a bungalow, and it has developed to this day, although the scale is not large, it has also been recognized by the majority of patients. ”

"Although the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate are domineering, they are also a medical skill that helps the world and saves people, and it has been misunderstood and even slandered in the past, but the creation of this hospital through Guò can be regarded as allowing people to eliminate the misunderstanding of this medical technique, and slowly be recognized, isn't it better to promote it for the benefit of the people?"

It is undeniable that the reason why he explained in such detail was because he felt that Zhang Yang had misunderstood his own technique.

As a senior elder, it is rare to explain to a young man so patiently, and Zhang Yang naturally does not understand this, and he can't help but have a good impression of him.

"Doctors are a very sensitive profession, the purpose is to save people, and the slightest mistake can kill patients."

"Well, you're right."

Liang Menyuan's eyes were full of appreciation, after all, this sentence sounds simple, but how many people can understand it?

Especially doctors who are engaged in this profession should understand the meaning of this sentence.

How much trust should patients have in entrusting their health and even their lives to doctors?

And as a doctor, the slightest negligence, or even poor medical skills, can cause the death of patients at any time, from a role to save people to murderers.

Only doctors who understand this truth will work harder to study medical skills, and the treatment process will be more cautious, but how many people who study medicine can do it?

More people just see it as a breadwinner's profession......