After interviewing two patients in line, an aunt who had just received treatment came out. An An took the opportunity to interview her and said with a smile: "Aunt, are you satisfied with Doctor Wu's treatment?"
The aunt was in her early fifties. She smiled and said: "Doctor Wu is so good that he didn't even need to check. He just asked me a few questions and found out that I had shoulder pain. My shoulder is sore and numb when it's cloudy. It's been tormenting me for ten years now."
It’s been several years. I’ve been taking medicine, injections, and massages, but nothing works. Guess what?”
An An asked cooperatively: "Aunt, what's wrong?"
The aunt smiled and said: "My doctor Wu gave me a few injections, but it doesn't hurt anymore! My doctor also prescribed a prescription and said that if I take it for three days, it should be cured."
An An said deliberately: "Auntie, Dr. Wu said that it should be curable, is he not sure?"
The aunt immediately lowered her face and lectured An An in the tone of an elder: "What do you know, little girl? Doctors can't say anything to death. This is called leaving three points of leeway!"
An An pursed her lips and smiled: "I understand, I understand, aunt, then I wish you a speedy recovery."
Then, she turned the camera to Wu Bei. At this time, Wu Bei was treating an old man in his eighties. At this time, his expression was full of respect, because this was a veteran who had experienced countless lives and deaths. He had once risen from the pile of dead people.
He rescued more than a dozen comrades. He also braved artillery fire and led his troops behind the enemy to relieve the main force. He also led a hundred heroic soldiers to hold the position for three days and three nights. In the end, only three people survived.
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The old man took off his coat, and his body was covered with scars, large and small, densely packed. Some of the wounds were shocking and unbearable to look at.
The old man was almost ninety, but he was in good spirits. He smiled and said, "Young man, your medical skills are so good. Alas, if my comrades in arms could get your treatment, they might be able to survive."
Thinking of his comrades, his eyes were a little moist, and he wiped his tears with the corner of his clothes.
Wu Beidao: "I'm sorry that I can't save the heroes. Don't worry, old man, I'll help you heal your injuries soon!"
The old man pointed to his head and said: "There is a shrapnel in my brain. The medical conditions were too poor at that time, so it was not removed. Now it hurts every day. It hurts so much that I can't sleep, so I can only take painkillers. But I ate too much.
The painkillers are no longer effective. Boy, they said you have to open your head to remove the shrapnel, is that right?"
Wu Bei had long noticed that there was more than one shrapnel on the old man's body, two on his head, one on his leg, one on his back, and one in his lungs. It can be said that it is a miracle that this old man can survive to this day.
He smiled and said: "Old man, I will ask someone to arrange for you to go to the operating room, and I will perform the operation on you in a while, okay?"
The old man nodded: "Okay, young man, thank you."
The old man walked out of the consulting room accompanied by his family, and then there was chaos at the door. The woman whose husband hit the car and injured someone came back. She was sweating and said: "Doctor Wu, I invited the patient here. It's on the first floor.
Can it be cured now?"
Wu Bei nodded and said to his assistant: "Go and arrange the operating room. Come and call me when you are ready."
Lu Yan nodded and took the woman to the operating room.
The next patient was a little girl, about four or five years old. She was very cute and very quiet. A woman in her early twenties held her in her arms, looking melancholy.
Wu Bei smiled at the girl and said, "Kid, what's your name?"
The little girl was silent and didn't speak.
The little girl's mother sighed softly and said: "Doctor, this is my daughter, she is four and a half years old this year. She was frightened when she was three and a half years old, and she has stopped talking since then. She must turn on the light when she sleeps at night.
.After falling asleep, I wake up easily, often crying and yelling, just like sleepwalking."
Anchor An An didn't say anything, but just pointed the camera at Wu Bei and the cute little girl.
On major live broadcast platforms, the number of people watching Wu Bei's live broadcast has increased rapidly, and on some platforms it has exceeded 100,000. At this time, someone posted a barrage.
"Doctor Wu is really amazing and handsome."
"The little girl is so cute. I hope Wu Shen can cure her!"
"This disease is difficult to cure. It belongs to the category of psychological and mental illness."
Wu Bei asked a few more questions, and then observed carefully. He smiled and said to the little girl: "Kid, let's sing a children's song, okay? If you don't want to sing, just play time with your uncle."
The little girl didn't react and just looked at Wu Bei calmly.
Wu Bei beat the time with his hands and sang: "Only mothers are good in the world, and a mother's child is like a treasure..."
Singing was just a way to hide his actual methods. He secretly issued a curse. He concluded that the little girl had been frightened, so he closed his consciousness, built a high wall outside his soul, and refused to communicate with the outside world.
Just as Wu Bei judged, the little girl now is trapped in a lonely inner world. She actually wants to communicate with her parents, but unfortunately she can't get out of the wall.
This is a relatively typical psychological illness, and the treatment is not difficult.
At this moment, the little girl's spiritual world was in a narrow space surrounded by white walls. Her consciousness was completely hidden inside, feeling lonely and helpless.
Suddenly, she heard a song and some strange sounds that made her feel at ease. Gradually, the high walls around her disappeared, and her eyes lit up, and then she saw Wu Bei, a handsome and sunny uncle.
, singing in time.
She couldn't help but play time, with a peaceful smile on her face, and finally she slowly started humming along with Wu Bei.
The barrage instantly filled the screen, and the audience was shocked.
"I'll go! Is it so magical? Can the little angel be cured by singing a song?"
"Amazing! Amazing! This is simply a magical method. Wu Shen deserves to be Wu Shen!"
"Isn't it possible? Singing can cure diseases. What's the principle?"
"What do you know? This is called psychotherapy. Singing is just a carrier. You can't see Wu Shen's methods." There were actually some understanding people who saw some clues.
The little girl's mother cried with joy. She suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Wu Bei: "Thank you, Doctor Wu, thank you Living Bodhisattva! You are a god descending to earth, woo hoo..." As she said this, the girl's mother started to cry.
For more than a year, she had been seeking medical treatment everywhere, traveling all over the country, and she was almost desperate. Unexpectedly, Wu Bei cured her daughter in just one minute. How could she not be happy about this? How could she not be grateful?
The doctors observing were also shocked, but they couldn't show it and could only exchange glances with each other.
An An exclaimed: "Wu Shen is so amazing! He cured our cute little angel with just a familiar children's song!"
The next patient was a high school student who originally studied ophthalmology. The young man was seventeen years old and had a very obvious strabismus in his left eye. He was actually quite handsome, but unfortunately the strabismus in his left eye ruined his temperament and appearance.
The young man said in a low voice: "Doctor Wu, can my eyes be cured?"
Wu Bei let him get closer, observed him carefully for a few seconds, and then asked him: "Is this formed the day after tomorrow?"
The young man nodded: "Yes, Doctor Wu, my eye was injured when I was seven years old. It hurt when I looked forward. Slowly, I only looked to one side, and finally my eye was like this."
Wu Bei nodded and said, "It can be cured."
He took out a box from his side, took out a silver needle and pricked it in. After three needles were inserted, the young man suddenly let out an "ahhh" sound and seemed to be in great pain.
But the amazing thing is that after he shouted, his eyes returned to normal and he looked straight ahead!
This chapter has been completed!