Liu Ping unbuttoned the old man's clothes, "Old man, you have had a heart disease for more than ten years, right?"

The old man nodded weakly.

Liu Ping continued to explain, "You have suffered a cold recently, which has caused myocarditis, which is a little troublesome."

The old man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Liu Ping with anticipation, "What do you mean is that my illness can be cured?"

Liu Ping nodded with a smile, "You have been taking medicine all year round, and your liver and kidneys are damaged. It is no longer suitable for treatment with medication. I will use acupuncture to clear your meridians and nourish your heart. First cure your heart disease and treat you in a few days."

The old man was full of excitement, "It doesn't matter whether he can get rid of the roots or not. As long as he can relieve the pain, I will be satisfied."

Liu Ping picked up the disinfected silver needle and stabbed it into the old man's heart meridian. His internal force entered the old man's body along the silver needle, and while combing the heart meridian, he warmed his heart.

The old man felt a heat flow entering the heart, like a hand massaged the heart. The heat flow slowly penetrated into the heart, and couldn't help but hum, "Comfortable! So comfortable."

The old man was too old, and Liu Ping could only slowly convey his internal force. Forty minutes passed. Sweat beads appeared on Liu Ping's face. He took off the silver needle, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the old man with satisfaction.

"Old man, your heart disease has been completely cured. You go to Baixing Chinese Medicine Clinic on Friday and I will give you acupuncture again and you will be cured."

The old man walked a few steps on the ground and looked at Liu Ping with confusion, "I really don't need to take medicine anymore?"

Liu Ping smiled, "You are doing a lot of inspections, so you can go and check it."

The old man's son nodded seriously, "Dad, let's go check it out."

Kong Hongyu looked at Liu Ping with a pale face and worried eyes, "You can rest for a while."

Fan Zixun pushed the door and walked in with a smile on his face.

"Old Fan, why are you here?" Kong Hongyu looked at Fan Zixun in surprise.

Fan Zixun carefully took out the needle box and handed it to Liu Ping, "Your golden needles are here, I'm really afraid of losing them."

Liu Ping took the needle box, took out the golden needle from the needle box, and put it into his own needle box. "For me, the effect of the golden needle and the silver needle is at a glance. The golden needle was passed to me by the master, so I dare not lose it."

Kong Hongyu looked at Liu Ping seriously, "Xiao Liu, I think I still use silver needles in normal times, and in special circumstances, use gold needles again."

Liu Ping nodded, "Listen to Mr. Kong."

After seeing off the last patient, Liu Ping looked at the time, "Old Kong, Mr. Fan, are you okay in the afternoon? Let's go to the clinic for dinner, how about it?"

Kong Hongyu laughed a few times, "Yes, I'm looking forward to the medicinal wine."

Liu Ping looked at Le Peng and the other two, "Are you going?"

The four of them looked at each other and nodded.

Seven people arrived at the clinic in three taxis.

Peng Shengrui was still busy with four students, and there were more than a dozen patients outside.

"Doctor Xiao Liu is back, it's so great." The crowd exclaimed.

Liu Ping immediately sat behind the clinic desk, "Hongrui, arrange a patient for me."

Fan Zixun sat behind another clinic desk, "I'm also considered one."

With the addition of Liu Ping and Fan Zixun, all the patients were sent away in just half an hour.

Liu Ping stood up and stretched, "Hongrui, Liyao, clean up, close the door, let's go to have a meal."

The group arrived at the hotel, with more than a dozen people sitting in two large tables.

Chen Hongrui pouted, "I want to urge my brother to take back the storefront as soon as possible."

Liu Ping smiled, "It's useless to take it back. Qi Laohu is so busy these days."

Chen Hongrui curled her lips, "Let my dad find someone to decorate, I will give you the conditions."

Everyone was eating and chatting, and the wind was harmonious.

bell……

When Liu Ping saw that it was Lang Daoru's number, he immediately connected, "Old Lang, are you looking for me?"

"Xiao Liu, is there any way to treat your toxicity?" Lang Daoru's tone was full of anxiety and worry.

Liu Ping knew that uremia meant that renal function had begun to fail and could not be delayed, so he asked seriously: "Where is the patient? I'll go there immediately."

Lang Daoru seemed to see a glimmer of hope and said excitedly, "You come to the hospital, I'll pick you up at the gate."

Peng Shengrui knew the patient's condition and looked at Liu Ping seriously, "I know the patient's condition, so don't hurry up and eat before going."

Liu Ping nodded, and after eating and drinking, he and Peng Shengrui rushed to the city hospital with eight students.

Lang Daoru led Liu Ping and others into the patient's ward.

When Liu Ping saw the patient's condition, he couldn't help but take a breath.

The patient is a middle-aged man with a thin bone, pale face, blood-colored, breathing weakly, and may leave the world at any time.

Meng Yidong handed the patient's case to Liu Ping, "Doctor Liu, this is the patient's case."

Liu Ping took the case and looked at Meng Yidong carefully, "Director Meng, the case shows that if the patient has kidney transplantation, other complications cannot be cured. Is that true?"

Meng Yidong nodded helplessly, "It's true. Please come here just to see if there is any solution for traditional Chinese medicine?"

Liu Ping sat next to the patient's bed, pressed his finger on the pulse door of the patient's left hand. After a few minutes, he checked the pulse image of the patient's right hand.

Liu Ping lowered his head and pondered. After more than ten minutes, Liu Ping raised his head and looked at Meng Yidong seriously. "Director Meng, there is a glimmer of hope, but I am not sure. It is the first time I have encountered a patient with uremia who is so severe in such a serious condition."

Meng Yidong was excited and walked out and soon led a middle-aged woman in, with the woman's face full of sorrow.

Meng Yidong introduced Liu Ping to a middle-aged woman, "Doctor Liu, this is a patient's family, Ms. Sang Ruoxin."

Sang Ruoxin looked at Liu Ping seriously, "Doctor Liu, how confident are you."

Liu Ping had a solemn expression, "It's less than three levels. This is the first time I have seen a patient with such a serious condition. I have read the treatment method in medical books."

Sang Ruoxin turned his head to look at Meng Yidong, "Are you still unable to recover after kidney transplantation?"

Meng Yidong nodded heavily.

Sang Ruoxin looked at Liu Ping solemnly, "Young man, I believe you, let go and do it. I will sign it. No matter what I take it, I won't blame you."

Liu Ping bowed respectfully to Sang Ruoxin, "Thank you aunt! I will do my best."

Meng Yidong looked at Liu Ping with anticipation, "What do the hospital needs to prepare?"

Fearing that Liu Ping was unable to explain it, he picked up the paper and pen and drew a simple picture to indicate the function and size of the equipment.

Peng Shengrui and Lang Daoru looked at each other, and they were full of doubts. They had never heard of fumigation as a treatment for uremia!

Liu Ping wrote eight prescriptions in succession, numbered in sequence, and handed them to Peng Shengrui, "Cook ten portions of each prescription, the faster the better."

Peng Shengrui was afraid of something unexpected, so he took the prescription and walked out.

Liu Ping looked at Lang Daoru, "Old Lang, prepare eight boxes of silver needles for me, and after disinfecting them all, pack them in sterile bags."

Two hours later, everything was ready and everyone worked together to push the patient to the treatment room.

The windows of the treatment room were closed, and there was a wooden bed in the center of the room. There was a gap of more than ten centimeters between the bed boards, and a large bathtub under the bed, and the bathtub was filled with water.

Liu Ping picked up a thin quilt, spread it on the bed, put dozens of medicinal herbs into the bathtub, and adjusted the temperature of the bathtub to 60 degrees.

“Release the patient onto the bed.”

Following Liu Ping's voice, several male students carefully placed the patient on the quilt.

Liu Ping picked up two bags of medicine and handed them to the nurse, solemnly reminding him, "Intravenous injection, wait for my order."

"I understand!" the nurse nodded seriously.

Liu Ping took out the ginseng, cut off more than twenty pieces, put them on the plate, handed the plate to Mu Yan, and told me seriously, "I found that my face was pale and I was sweating constantly. I fed me four pieces, but I would cut it if I didn't have enough."

Mu Yan nodded solemnly, "I understand."

Liu Ping called Qiu Qingya, "Qingya, I want to treat someone. Turn off your phone. You can go to the training base to wait for me after get off work."

"OK."

Liu Ping opened the sterile bag, spread the silver needle evenly, and swept the solemn eyes across everyone's faces, "I'm going to start, you're ready."
Chapter completed!