Song Lao was lying on the hospital bed, his complexion seemed to be fine, but the outside instrument showed that there were abnormal fluctuations in his body.

The two Western doctors immediately injected him with relief injections, and Zhu Tong and Zhou Lian each took one of Song Lao's hands and took his pulse.

"I want to drink water." Song Lao began to have symptoms of stroke, his eyes were blurred, and his lips trembled and he asked for water to drink.

No one paid attention to him, the two Western doctors were replenishing his water, Zhou Lian took out two golden needles, pierced Song Lao's neck and elbow acupuncture points and gently shook them.

Zhu Tong could only feel that Song Lao's pulse was disordered, sometimes hurried and sometimes weak, and he didn't know how to start at all.

Song Lao's symptoms are getting worse and worse, the person has fallen into a coma, and the right side of the body has begun to lose sensation.

The room was in chaos, and Wang Xiangjiao stood in front of the bed, looking serious and slightly uneasy.

It was at this time that Zhu Tong had to drive his true qi to probe in and feel the blood clot blockage in Song Lao's brain. He has only been in contact with similar patients from medical records, not to mention Western medicine, he is simply a layman; From the perspective of Chinese medicine alone, he did not have a professional way to delay the progression of the disease.

The atmosphere in the ward became more and more tense, and Wang Juefei rushed to the rescue of Song Lao with the doctors from the Ocean Hospital.

Zhu Tong didn't want to get in the way inside, so he simply hid outside the reception room. Song Lao's life and death had nothing to do with him in the eyes of the little liar, and he didn't plan to contribute at all.

"Xiao Xiao is back, so the chief has to come forward in advance." It was the voice of the Yellow Sea, Zhu Tong turned his head and smiled, and then turned his attention back to Song Lao; At this time, he is a doctor, even if he pretends to be nervous.

The brain is spinning rapidly: Xiao Xiao is back? It should be good news, but why is Wang Xiangjiao so nervous? was forced to come forward in advance to have a showdown with Song Lao. It's not a good excuse, at least not for the little liars.

Song Lao's condition continued to deteriorate, with vomiting in large gulps, incontinence, muscle spasms, and pale red urine discharged.

The director of the cardiovascular department of Ocean Hospital stood beside Zhu Tong, took off his mask, and brought a beaker containing urine to his nose. Zhu Tong felt him tremble and immediately put on his mask.

"Dr. Li, what's wrong?" Zhu Tong asked in a low voice. The director of the department of the Ocean Hospital is either an old expert or a doctor, this Dr. Li is a disciple of Wang Juefei, and he and Zhu Tong are brothers.

Dr. Li put his mouth close to Zhu Tong's ear and said in a very low voice, "He may have been plotted, and there may be diuretics in his urine." ”

Zhu Tong understood, the stakes were so high, and he didn't dare to say more than half a word. Diuretics, especially strong diuretics, are a lifeline for patients with cerebral thrombosis, which is the common sense that little liars have recently made up for it in order to cope with errands.

However, Song Lao is under strict surveillance, who can have the ability to send diuretics into Song Lao's body in full view?

There are a lot of people to be suspicious, from the pharmacy to the nurses to everyone in this senior ward, who is the object of suspicion. If Song Lao died in the hospital bed like this, even if the old guy committed suicide, a large-scale review was inevitable, wouldn't his identity be a goof?

Thinking of this, Zhu Tong whispered in Dr. Li's ear: "Senior brother, don't talk nonsense. ”

Dr. Li is not a fool, of course he knows that this patient is not trivial, and before he could figure out how to answer, he saw that Director Li had flashed to the head of Song Lao's bed, twisting two black needles in his hand.

Song Lao was close to a state of shock, and various physiological indicators plummeted, including Zhou Lian, although the doctors were still nervously rescuing, their expressions were becoming more and more solemn.

Wang Xiangjiao has even asked the operating room to prepare, and he will have to undergo a craniotomy before he gets better within a few minutes.

"I'll try, if I can't wake him up in five minutes, I'll operate again." Zhu Tong pierced two black needles into Song Lao's temples.

Wang Juefei thinks it's too risky, at this stage, every minute is precious; The two foreign experts felt even more ridiculous, bluntly saying that Director Li was wasting time and joking with the lives of patients.

"After the craniotomy, how sure are you that you will be able to save him? Even if his life is saved, what are the chances that he will be able to speak? Wang spoke to the frame.

No one answers, there are too many experts here, everyone has their own judgment; But for the craniotomy in the current situation, no one dares to stand up and guarantee the ticket; The location of the blood clot is too dangerous.

"Dr. Li, how sure are you?" Wang Xiangjiao asked Zhu Tong again.

"Seventy percent, I'm seventy percent sure of waking him up." Zhu Tong gritted his teeth, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. He ignored other people's nonsense and was wasting his energy to rescue Song Lao.

Wang Xiangjiao nodded: "Give you five minutes, Dean Wang will prepare for the operation, just in case." ”

Zhou Lian also walked up, took out a purple jade bottle, and poured some red powder into Song Lao's mouth.

The slightest black mist was sent into Long Xinghao, Zhu Tong twisted the dragon's head, and Leng Mangshun entered the acupuncture points around the thrombus from the temples along the meridians, the cold true qi cooled the blood, the swollen blood clots slowly returned to normal, the blood vessel walls expanded, and the blood began to flow under the soothing of the true qi.

Zhu Tong and Zhou Lian glanced at each other, and the most dangerous stage passed.

But the danger remains, a short period of cerebral ischemia can cause loss of consciousness, and Zhu Tong must find a way to keep the patient awake.

For a long time, Zhu Tong has a doubt about the dragon and phoenix stars: yin and yang are reversed.

According to common sense, the dragon belongs to Qian, representing masculinity; The phoenix is yin, which is represented by kun. But this is completely opposite to the dragon and phoenix needle, Zhu Tong's true qi was turned cold by Long Xinghao, and turned warm by Feng Xinghao.

If you believe in the story of the old man, the spar on the black needle is a Buddha relic, then it proves that the predecessors who created the dragon and phoenix star have inverted the spar. It's just that Zhu Tong never believed in the myth about the Buddha's relics, nor did he think that the predecessors would not understand the characteristics of the two spars.

Then, the only explanation can only be that the spar is to suppress the black needle, and the so-called dragon and phoenix form is to give the needle caster a hint; The anode is yin, and the cathode is yang. The dragon and phoenix stars were not only created for acupuncture, they were originally a pair of weapons that could only be used with special mental methods.

With Zhu Tong's current cultivation, he has not been able to fully exert the true supernatural powers of Long Feng Xinghao, but Song Lao's body temperature is still high now, and he needs to cool down quickly, and Long Xinghao can just complete this task.

Although Feng Xinghao was also inserted in Song Lao's right temple, Zhu Tong did not urge it at all; At this time, he tentatively sent a little hot air into Song Lao's brain, slowly dredged the blocked meridians in the brain, and connected the acupuncture points one by one.

Zhou Lian used acupuncture and massage to soothe Song Lao's heart and lung function, and the two TCM physicians completely ignored the diagnosis of Western medicine and used acupuncture to regulate the patient's internal circulation.

Five minutes passed early, and no one bothered the two TCM practitioners, and the instruments outside showed that Song Lao's physiological indicators were returning to normal; There is no need for a dangerous craniotomy.

The upper and lower cycles were connected, and Song Lao groaned and slowly opened his eyes.

Zhu Tong and Zhou Lian stopped at the same time, looked at each other and smiled, and had a general understanding of each other's details. Zhou Lian is also a master, and his cultivation of health preservation skills has a very high level.

It is not a little false to use his own cultivation to help the patient correct and drive away evil spirits, Zhu Tong thinks that he does not have the help of Longfeng Xinghao, and he is a little worse than Zhou Lian.

Half an hour later, there were only five people left in the ward; Zhu Tong and Zhou Lian were on both sides of the hospital bed, ready to rescue Song Lao at any time. Wang Xiangjiao sat opposite Song Lao, and Xiao was in charge of recording on the side. A video camera is set up in one corner of the room to record everything that happens here.

"Old Song, do you know what happened just now?"

Song Lao shook his head, helplessness appeared on his ruddy face: "I know what you want, although you saved me, the answer still disappoints you." Xiang frame, I have paid so much for the country over the years, and I am tired of being sick; Even if there are some mistakes, they are also minor flaws. You should know how difficult it is for those of us to do specific work, there are so many relationships that hold you back, and everyone is doing a lot of things, this is a matter of the system, you can't do this to me. ”

"It's not me who treats you like this, it's the people and history who demand to test you." Wang tilted his head slightly; "Everyone sees everything you do in Shanghai, but that's what you should do in those positions, and it is the country and the people who choose you to believe in you. Old Song, do you know Dou Xian? ”

"Dou Xian? Who is he? Which department? Song Lao raised his eyes suspiciously.

"Dou Xian has passed away for more than 2,000 years, he is a general of the Western Han Dynasty, and has made immortal contributions to the country, but history has very little evaluation of Dou Xian. The Book of the Later Han Dynasty wrote: Wei Qing and Huo Qubing fought for many years, and spent most of their national strength in order to drive out the Xiongnu, but they could only temporarily restrain the southern invasion of the Xiongnu. Dou Xian only relied on tens of thousands of iron cavalry to contact various departments in the Western Regions for thousands of miles, broke the main force of the Xiongnu in the Altai Mountains, and killed nearly 10,000 enemies in a battle; The once powerful Xiongnu Khanate has since perished, completely relieving the Xiongnu disaster that has lasted for more than 300 years. However, why did such a famous general not receive the same lofty glory and respect of the people as Wei Qing and Huo Quai, and was almost forgotten in history? ”

"Why? Dou Xian, I haven't heard of it. ...... to the frame. ”

"Song Lao, Dou Xian's achievements are undoubtedly immortal achievements, but none of this can offset his former arrogance and sins, and it is the credit of our nation's long history of using law and morality to restrain him. Old Song, you used to be a senior I respected very much, and you have walked between life and death just now, and many things should be touched. I've got a book here, and you have two days to read it quietly. Only by taking people as a mirror and history as a mirror can we recognize ourselves and know what we should leave for future generations. ”

Wang handed Song Lao a book to the frame, with a yellowish cover and vertical layout; It is an overseas publication.

"Wait." Song Lao saw that Wang Xiangjiao was about to get up, so he leaned and started; "I will read the book, to the frame, I have rarely trusted others in my life, but I believe in you."

Zhu Tong saw that Wang Xiangjiao and Song Lao looked at each other, and neither of them spoke.

Two minutes passed, and Wang Xiangjiao spoke: "I will treat Song Zhongqian well, his problem can be said to be between law and morality, and it can be light or serious." Old Song, your son has no ambition and likes pleasure, it should be said that it is a blessing rather than a curse. Fortunately, he is still young and clever, and when things come to a conclusion, I will arrange for him to go to school, endure hardships for a few years, and take care of him from the elders. But that money must be recovered, and that is the wealth of the country and the people. Is this arrangement still satisfactory? ”

Song Lao put his body back on the cushion and nodded: "I want to see him." ”

"Yes, but at the right time."

Wang Xiangjiao left, and Zhu Tong seemed to understand whether he understood or not. Esoteric, the way these people talk about conditions is too subtle.

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