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Yue Zimin opened his mouth wide in surprise and said: "Is it really a tendon and bone hand that can make all muscles and bones heal? Although I have seen the name of the hand in many barnyard official histories and local chronicles, I have always thought that it is just a fictitious bone grafting technique, but I did not expect that it actually exists, and the effect is still so unbelievable. Mr. Zhang, what kind of person are you, and why are you so proficient in both Chinese and Western medicine? I really can't figure out what kind of teacher you have to be to be able to teach such an outstanding disciple as you. ”

Yue Zimin is really curious about Zhang Wenzhong's origin now.

He has mastered the exquisite medical skills that have been lost in traditional Chinese medicine, such as the Eight Methods of Consolidating the Essence of Peiyuan, the Eight Methods of Observing Qi, and the Continuation of Muscles and Bones, which can be called the quintessence of the country, and at the same time has also shown extraordinary attainments in Western medicine......

I can't believe that there are such medical wizards in this world!

Zhang Wenzhong smiled faintly and said, "In my opinion, there is no geographical distinction between this medical technique. Whether it is traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, or Miao medicine or Mongolian medicine, anything that can cure diseases is a good medical skill. ”

You must know that for Zhang Wenzhong, Chinese medicine and Western medicine are actually different paths to the same end, and there is no difference.

Because in the history of the exhibition of Western medicine, there is actually Zhang Wenzhong's figure hidden behind it. In order to be able to better cultivate, Zhang Wenzhong once traveled west along the Silk Road to the European continent, and lived there for a period of time, and had medical exchanges and discussions with many doctors on the European continent at that time.

André Vesalia (Andreasvesa1iua), known as the founder of modern human anatomy, began to study anatomy under the influence of Zhang Wenzhong when he was a student at the University of Paris, France, and finally published the book "Human Anatomy" in 1543, which is remembered by the world.

It can be said that if Zhang Wenzhong had not been influenced by it, the history of Western medicine would have to be postponed for at least two hundred years!

"There is no regional distinction between medical skills, as long as it can cure diseases, it is good medical skills? It is very good! This sentence is really good!" Yue Zimin couldn't help but applaud.

Zhang Wenzhong smiled faintly and did not speak again. His attitude makes people feel that he is a little arrogant after watching it.

However, after seeing Zhang Wenzhong's amazing and amazing mortal doctors, these nurses in the operating room all agreed that Zhang Wenzhong was indeed arrogant.

In fact, the nurses blamed Zhang Wenzhong for it.

Zhang Wenzhong didn't speak, not because he was arrogant, but because he really didn't have the strength to say superfluous words now.

After all, in just 40 minutes, the completion of two extremely difficult surgeries is not only a test of the doctor's medical skills, but also a test of the doctor's physical strength.

If it was Zhang Wenzhong in the past, it would naturally be very easy to complete these two surgeries. But his current body is very weak, and it is not easy to persist in completing these two operations. Now that the operation is complete, he feels weak all over his body, and even his breathing has become embarrassed.

After taking a deep breath, Zhang Wenzhong said, "Elder Yue, I'll go and give you the prescription for external application, and later you will make an ointment according to the prescription and apply it to both of them." ”

With that, Zhang Wenzhong walked towards the door of the operating room.

At this time, Zhang Wenzhong suddenly felt that his two feet seemed to be tied to lead, and he had to use a lot of strength to be able to take a step.

At this time, he seemed to hear what Yue Zimin was saying, but he couldn't hear it clearly, just when he turned around and wanted to ask, he couldn't hold on any longer, his eyes suddenly went dark, and then his body swayed from side to side a few times, and he fainted to the ground with a thud.

"Mr. Zhang—"

Yue Zimin and the nurses were shocked, and hurriedly surrounded them as soon as possible.

When Zhang Wenzhong woke up and opened his eyes, what caught his sight was the white ceiling. What came into his nose was the faint smell of disinfectant potion.

He looked around blankly, only to realize that he was lying on a hospital bed, and on the infusion stand next to him, there was still a bottle of energy mixture, and the needle of the hanging infusion tube was inserted into the back of his right hand.

"Where am I?" Zhang Wenzhong was a little dazed, but soon he recalled what happened in his previous life, and couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly, and said secretly: "This body is indeed too weak, and it took only two consecutive surgeries to exhaust the physical energy." It seems that I have to improve the quality of this body as soon as possible. Otherwise, if your body is not good, you can only do everything in vain. ”

Just when Zhang Wenzhong was thinking nonsense, a nurse wearing a white nurse's uniform, about twenty-two or three years old, wearing a pair of pink glasses, walked in, and saw that Zhang Wenzhong had woken up, she said 'ah', turned around and walked out of the ward.

Zhang Wenzhong guessed that she should have gone to inform Yue Zimin, he sat up from the bed, looked at the bottle of 5oom1 energy mixture hanging on the infusion stand, and most of the bottle was gone, and it was estimated that he had been lying here for several hours, and it was estimated that it had to be counted as absenteeism.

Thinking that he would be deducted fifty yuan of salary this month, Zhang Wenzhong felt a little painful. The fifty yuan was enough for him to buy some Chinese herbs to strengthen his body. At the same time of pain, he also felt a little funny, if it was him before, how could he worry about money? But he was not very worried about money, after all, with his medical skills, why should he be afraid that he would not be able to make money?

Zhang Wenzhong casually took out the infusion needle from the back of his right hand, then turned over and got out of bed, moved his slightly stiff body, and then began to look at the ward.

This is a very luxurious senior ward with an area of more than 100 square meters, and even it no longer has the feeling of a ward, but more like a high-end business hotel.

Looking at the luxury in the ward, Zhang Wenzhong's face gradually became gloomy.

Two or three minutes later, a rush of footsteps sounded outside the ward.

Immediately after, the door to the ward was pushed open again. Among the people who walked in, in addition to the nurse before, there were Yue Zimin and Chen Jian, as well as a man in a suit and leather shoes, with a shiny head, looking like a government official, aged about forty or fifty.

Presumably, this person should be the President Zhao of Yongcheng Hospital that Chen Jian said.

Seeing Zhang Wenzhong standing with someone who was fine, Yue Zimin suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "Mr. Zhang, you can be regarded as awake, you suddenly fainted in the operating room just now, it really scared me, fortunately, I was just too tired, there is no big problem, otherwise I will really feel guilty for the rest of my life." ”

"You're sorry. Zhang Wenzhong had a good impression of Yue Zimin, so he smiled and thanked him.