"Seeing that you are still reluctant, let me do it."

Lin Wendong saw that Song Che still had a mustard, and suddenly proposed.

Then, without waiting for everyone to react, he held out his left hand.

On the middle finger of his left hand, the wearer wears a gold ring in the shape of a plum blossom.

Lin Wendong pinched the plum blossom, gently tugged it, and actually pulled the plum blossom out of the ring!

Song Che and the others all looked sideways, and after a closer look, they found that this was not actually a ring, but a gold needle wrapped around the middle finger to form the form of a ring.

The golden needle is as slender as a hair, and the whole root is straightened, and it is a foot long, and the golden plum blossom is the tail of the needle.

"Golden needles?" He Zhengtai was surprised.

"This is what my grandfather left me." Lin Wendong explained: "He used to be an old Chinese medicine doctor in San Francisco's Chinatown, but I learned some fur when I was a child, and then changed my career to study medicine, and the acupuncture craft has long been abandoned. ”

Hearing this, Yu Hongli couldn't help but glance at Song Che.

I only think that this Lin Wendong's resume is somewhat similar to Song Che.

My grandfather was also an old Chinese medicine doctor, and later switched to Western medicine.

Song Che said straightforwardly: "With this needle, you have to have some skills, are you okay?" ”

"Try it, and if it doesn't work, use your silver needle again."

Lin Wendong said, holding the golden needle in one hand, grabbing Pei Maoxiang's right hand with the other, and pricking the needle on the tips of several fingers one after another.

The needle is so thin that if it is used by ordinary people, even a slightly thicker skin will not be able to penetrate it.

As Lin Wendong said, he knows acupuncture, but his skills are very average.

You can only use your fingers to pinch the top position of the gold needle to shorten the bar distance and increase the penetration of the needle.

In this way, Lin Wendong pierced each of Pei Maoxiang's fingers with a small bloody hole, and then took off Pei Maoxiang's shoes and socks, and continued to prick needles on his toes.

But the skin on the toes of the feet is much thicker and rougher than the skin of the hands, and when the needle goes down, it is bent......

Song Che probably couldn't stand this guy's behavior of "destroying the heavens", and said, "Let me come." ”

Lin Wendong glanced at him and handed over the ancestral golden needle.

Song Che picked up the golden needle, and with a stroke of his hand, the freshly bent golden needle immediately returned to straightness.

Holding the plum blossom needle again, the whole needle trembled slightly in the air!

The crowd was stunned again.

It seems that this golden needle is more like being used to being played with by Song Che.

What made them even more shocked was that Song Che directly held the tail of the needle and quickly pierced Pei Maoxiang's toes!

The one-foot-long slender golden needle, not to mention the skin and flesh of a muscular man, is difficult for ordinary people's skin to penetrate.

And the golden needle in Song Che's hand, this time, pierced into the taut toes like a bamboo!

Twist and twist, and then pull it out, and a wisp of blood oozes from the toes!

"Good craftsmanship!"

Lin Wendong's eyes lit up, and he praised in amazement.

Song Che continued to prick his toes and said, "Your grandfather left you such a treasure, it's a pity that you don't practice diligently." ”

Lin Wendong smiled bitterly: "You should also understand, this craft requires long-term hard work, my grandfather passed this plum blossom needle to me, let me practice to be able to pierce the skin of wild boars, but I am really not interested and have no perseverance, so I can only spoil the baby." ”

He looked at Song Che's flowing skills again, and said, "You can control it so well, you must have done a lot of hard work, right?" ”

Song Che said lightly: "My grandfather also asked me to learn this trick back then, and after I learned it for a few days, I pierced a needle similar to this thin one into the wooden table, and then my grandfather didn't urge me." ”

“……”

The untouchable pretending to be the deadliest.

But, brother dei, you're going to have no friends if you pretend to be like that!

Rao is Lin Wendong's cultivation is good, and when he learned that Song Che had only taken a few days to complete it, he couldn't help but feel sad.

Talent is really more infuriating than people!

After pricking his toes with blood, Song Che returned the plum blossom needle to Lin Wendong, and then looked at Pei Maoxiang, whose cheeks were tight and gray, and said: "This can only avoid his shock and death, without professional equipment, the next thing is to depend on his own creation...... However, I can confirm that in the second half of my life, the minimum guarantee is above hemiplegia. ”

Lin Wendong, He Zhengtai and even Yu Hongli, these doctors basically silently agreed with this prediction.

Such an intense stroke, without cerebral hemorrhage or cerebral ischemia, is already a blessing in misfortune.

But hemiplegia is certainly unavoidable.

Pei Maoxiang's eyes were open like dead fish, full of despair and unwillingness, and his lips squirmed, as if he was trying to beg Song Che to save him again, but in the end he only let out a chaotic rumbling sound.

His glorious life, at this moment, has been half buried in the loess.

This kind of result, as Song Che just said, can be said to be worse than death, it is better to die than to be happy, and it is better than suffering physical and mental shame and pain!

"Mr. Pei, if you recover well, there should be some improvement and improvement."

Lin Wendong understood Pei Maoxiang's grief and kindly comforted him.

But even he himself is not convinced that much more can be improved.

Yu Hongli's eyes were already crimson, and with his sudden emotions, he walked over to help pick up Pei Maoxiang and put him on the chair.

Seeing that her mother may have a chance to wake up, but her biological father is seriously ill at this juncture, I don't know if it is providence.

But after all, she scolded Pei Maoxiang like this, no matter how much resentment remained in her heart, she couldn't remain indifferent.

"I'll take care of it to the end."

Yu Hongli muttered softly, then turned his head to look at Song Che: "You can continue to analyze my mother's illness first." ”

Since the person's life is not in danger for the time being, Song Che continued to argue before the ambulance arrived.

However, Lin Wendong also intervened, "Doctor Song, have you already seen the problem?" ”

Song Che didn't bother to repeat, so Yu Hongli helped to roughly repeat Song Che's assertion.

"I was depressed when I was born."

Lin Wendong's eyes flickered, and he scrutinized: "And Dr. Song is advocating the view of traditional Chinese medicine, thinking that Ms. Yu suffered from emotional illness before she fell into a coma?" ”

Song Che nodded.

Lin Wendong groaned: "Emotional illness, I have also heard of it, should be the most advanced research on depression in the world, but what does this have to do with Ms. Yu's coma?" ”

"The situation is a bit complicated, let's argue first, let's talk about cause and effect first."

Song Che hung everyone's appetite for a moment, and said slowly: "Emotional illness is caused by emotional stimulation and internal injuries of the seven emotions, if a person suffers from strong mental stimulation for a long time, such as sorrow, anxiety, sorrow, fear, etc., once it exceeds the normal adjustment range of the human body, it will cause qi and blood disorders. ”

"In this state, the function of people's internal organs will be dysfunctional, among which the lungs, kidneys and spleen are the most typical, emotional depression, anger and qi reversal, affecting metabolism, which will lead to fluid retention in the organs, and eventually form phlegm."

Xiao Qiao was clever this time, and said tentatively: "Is the phlegm mentioned in Chinese medicine not the same as the phlegm we talk about in daily life?" ”

"Clever!"

Song Che praised and continued: "That's right, the phlegm defined by traditional Chinese medicine is a little different from the phlegm that is said in daily life. Traditional Chinese medicine believes that all abnormal body fluids produced by any tissue in the body during the pathological development process are called phlegm, which is the foundation of biochemistry. As for blood congestion and qi depression, it is also the result of the failure of the blood and qi to metabolize normally. Therefore, in ancient times, most Chinese medicine practitioners would treat phlegm, stasis and depression. ”

As for the often said depression, the principle is the same, from the initial psychological problems, affecting the operation of the body's organs, deriving a sub-health state accompanied by psychological lesions, the body and mind are physically and mentally, the body and mind are closely connected, and a bad mood will affect the body, and vice versa. So, the modern medical point of view of depression, which is a pathology of mutual deterioration of the mind and body! ”

Lin Wendong muttered: "What you mean is that as long as you suffer from this emotional disease, there will be phlegm. ”

Song Che bowed his head and said: "That's right, there is phlegm, it may not be an emotional illness." But if you have emotional illness, you will definitely have phlegm. ”

Lin Wendong seemed to have figured out some kind of joint, immediately walked to the bed, opened Yu's mother's mouth very cautiously with his hand, took out a miniature flashlight from his jacket pocket, irradiated his mouth with light, and said in surprise: "Sure enough, there is phlegm!" ”

He Zhengtai, a psychiatrist, still heard it in a fog, and said: "Coma patients, it is normal to have a large amount of phlegm secretion, and you yourself said that having phlegm is not necessarily an emotional illness. Therefore, what is the relationship between emotional illness and phlegm and Ms. Yu's long-term coma, is it that Ms. Yu is extremely depressed and doesn't want to face the facts, so she deliberately pretends to be asleep and doesn't want to wake up. ”

Song Che said, "Professor He, you have finally opened your mind. ”

"Uh......" He Zhengtai was confused.

Yu Hongli was the first to wake up and said, "You just said that my mother is a pretending to be asleep who can't wake up, does it have anything to do with this?" ”

Song Che nodded: "Let's not talk about this emotional illness, even ordinary people who are mentally disturbed or in pain, they instinctively often want to escape from reality, and many patients must also use tranquilizers and sleeping pills to suppress bad emotions." ”

"Sleep is the most practical free medical treatment in the world, and when you fall asleep and don't think about anything, you will enter a state of relaxation, which is the most favorite state of the mentally ill."

Yu Hongli vaguely grasped the vein, and said along the lines: "And my mother suffered from depression for a long time before she fell into a coma, that is, emotional illness, so she has been sleeping all the time, which is a relief for her?" ”

Lin Wendong also gradually gained insight into the truth: "I once read a survey report on depressed patients, if there is a way to keep them awake, then almost all depressed patients will not choose to commit suicide." ”

"Exactly."

Song Che looked at Yu's mother and sighed: "If your mother is conscious, then she should still choose to continue to maintain the status quo and is unwilling to wake up." ”

"And that weird poison is, in a sense, more like a medicine for the mentally ill!"