"It's tricky, but aren't we doctors the last hope for patients and their families?"

Lin Jiangyu looked at Dong Qihui: "We are human beings, not gods, and no one can guarantee that we can save every patient 100%, in fact, every time, we are just doing our best, many times, what patients are most afraid of is not that their disease cannot be cured, but that they are afraid of being abandoned." ”

This is also Lin Jiangyu's rare face to Dong Qihui.

In Jianglan County for five or six years, Lin Jiangyu has grown significantly, and he has seen all kinds of patients in Jianglan County.

Because Jianglan County is poor, many people can't afford to see a doctor, similar to some patients who try their luck with traditional Chinese medicine.

Over the years, Lin Jiangyu has not talked to some patients.

Many patients, especially those with terminal illnesses, know that their diseases are incurable and cannot be saved, but few are really willing to give up their lives.

They are desperately struggling, and they are desperately treating, nothing more than hoping to live a few more days and have more warmth.

The doctor is the patient's comrade-in-arms at the last moment of life, the person who wants to fight side by side, and the doctor's abandonment is not only the abandonment of life for the patient, but also the abandonment of the spirit.

Even if they eventually have to face death, they will feel alone.

"Ants are still stealing life, let alone people."

Lin Jiangyu said: "As long as there is a glimmer of life and a glimmer of hope, we as doctors must find a way, we must do our best, and have a clear conscience, instead of only caring about our own reputation and thinking about our own interests." ”

"I don't know."

Dong Qihui snorted in his heart, but he didn't say anything, after all, Sun Lao was on the side.

What Lin Jiangyu said was very reasonable and emotional, but Dong Qihui didn't listen to it at all.

In the same way, it depends on who says that Dong Qihui is a good-looking person, and now Lin Jiangyu, a junior, actually preached Dong Qihui in front of Sun Lao and some doctors from the Municipal Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and it is strange that Dong Qihui can listen to it.

On the contrary, it was Sun Lao, who glanced at Lin Jiangyu with approval in his eyes.

The profession of a doctor is no longer pure, but the reason why this profession is respected is precisely because there are still some doctors like Lin Jiangyu or Cheng Baiqiang, the president of Jianglan County Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, who are supported.

Whether it is "The Yellow Emperor's Neijing", "Treatise on Typhoid Fever", or "A Thousand Golden Prescriptions", the beginning of many ancient books actually teaches how to be a good doctor first.

Medical ethics first, medical skills last, first teach life and then teach medicine.

It's just that some people lose themselves as they learn.

About half an hour, Fang Yan arrived at the emergency department of the Municipal Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"Doctor Fang!"

Jiang Meng and Lin Jiangyu greeted them as soon as possible.

"Look at the patient first."

As Fang Yan spoke, he had already arrived in front of the hospital bed.

The patient was no longer conscious, and was still breathing slightly, Fang Yan first probed under the patient's snort, then felt the pulse, and then checked it again with the method of three parts and nine waits.

"Doctor Fang?"

Jiang Meng asked with concern.

"There's still a glimmer of life, give it a try."

As he spoke, Fang Yan twitched his fingers, and the golden needle was pulled out by Fang Yan.

Seeing this, Lin Jiangyu immediately brought the disinfected alcohol to Fang Yan's side, and Fang Yan said while disinfecting the golden needle: "I'll tell you a recipe, you can remember it." ”

"Doctor Fang, you say."

Jiang Meng took the folder and was ready to take notes.

Fang Yan said the prescription, Jiang Meng asked Fang Yan to check it again, Fang Yan signed, and asked the nurse to go down immediately to prepare.

After that, Fang Yan began to administer acupuncture to the patient.

Looking at the long golden needle in Fang Yan's hand, Dong Qihui and Sun Lao on the side both narrowed their eyes.

Such a long gold needle is not something that ordinary people can use.

However, the golden needle shook in Fang Yan's hand, and it became straight in an instant, Fang Yan's wrist flipped, and the tip of the needle pierced into the patient's acupuncture point, and the yin energy extended along the golden needle, and the golden needle slowly walked towards the acupuncture point.

This time, Fang Yan still used the Huiyang Nine Needles.

Huiyang Nine Needles invigorate blood circulation and circulation, and have a miraculous effect on the emergency rescue of critically ill patients with cold limbs, unconscious and unconscious.

The reason why the nine needles of Huiyang is called the nine needles of Huiyang is because of the nine acupuncture points, which have the effect of reviving the dead.

Previously, Fang Yan had treated Zhuo Tonghui, the son of Zhuo Lao, who had been diagnosed as a vegetative person, with the Huiyang Nine Needles.

Fang Yuanlin was able to survive the crisis, and it was also because of the treatment of the Huiyang Nine Needles that Fang Yan used.

Fang Yan used the Golden Needle to cast the Nine Needles of Huiyang, and the effect was even better.

"This ......."

Sun Lao was directly stunned, opened his mouth, couldn't say a word, and there was shock in his eyes.

Dong Qihui also had unblinking eyes, and there was a deep shock in his eyes.

Because the patient's condition was critical, this time he came over, Fang Yan didn't say anything to Dong Qihui and Sun Lao, and directly started treatment.

Whether it was medication or acupuncture, Fang Yan did not consult with anyone.

Fang Yan is an expert in the Provincial Health Bureau, and now he is the leader of the medical team, which also guarantees that Fang Yan will have much fewer constraints when he is treated in Gyeongju Province.

Even Dong Qihui and Sun Lao would not question Fang Yan casually.

Dong Qihui knew that Fang Yan's level was not low, but he didn't expect Fang Yan's acupuncture to be so powerful.

Lin Jiangyu and Jiang Meng were similar, the two of them stood on the side, and they didn't dare to take a breath, for fear of disturbing Fang Yan's treatment.

Lin Jiangyu and Jiang Meng also saw Fang Yan's needle for the first time.

When he was in Jianglan County, Fang Yan also rescued several patients, Lin Jiangyu knew that although Fang Yan was young, his level was above him, but now it seems that Fang Yan's level is not just above him.

As far as Fang Yan's hand acupuncture method is concerned, it is estimated that there are few people in the country who can compare with it, even if it is Song Zhiyuan and Song Lao, it may not be as good as it.

"Ahem!"

With the end of Fang Yan's acupuncture, the originally unconscious patient suddenly coughed lightly, slowly opened his eyes, and briefly regained consciousness.

It's just that his eyes are very dazed, similar to the kind of long-term coma, I don't know where I am for a while, and my spirit is very poor, just open my eyes, and I look very tired.

But even so, everyone on the side was full of disbelief, which was immediate.

"Ask if the medicine is good, and urge it." Fang Yan said.

"Alright, alright."

A doctor in the emergency department pushed the door open, and the decoction was brought in.

"Give the patient a slow feed, and drink as much as you can." Fang Yan said.

"I'll come."

Jiang Meng personally stepped forward and fed the patient a decoction.

After half an hour, the patient drank two-thirds of the decoction, and the patient fell asleep again tiredly.

"Re-enter the original prescription and continue to take it after the patient is awake."

Fang Yan admonished.