Uncle Tian saw his wife open her eyes, held her hand emotionally, and said softly: "Honey, you're awake, you scared me to death. How do you feel?"
"Ah, I, why did I end up in the hospital again?"
Aunt Tian rolled her eyes, looked at the white wall, murmured something, and then couldn't help but shed tears, and said: "It's all my fault... I'm the one who dragged you down, please don't worry about me, let me
Just fend for yourself."
She knew her illness well and had been dealing with the hospital for these years. Her husband was under great financial pressure, and she really wanted to die. But she thought about her daughter and her husband who had persisted for so long, and she couldn't bear to do so.
"Aunt Tian, let's try standing up." Chen Yang walked over and wanted to help him up.
"Sit up? Are you crazy?"
Zhao Ziyang stared at Chen Yang and couldn't help but say.
This patient was half dead and extremely weak when he came here. Even if he is cured, he will have to rest in the hospital for two or three months before he can stand up. You can make the patient stand up in just a short time? Are you not treating your life as a matter of life?
Child's play?
"I've never seen this doctor before, he's new..." Aunt Tian looked at Chen Yang doubtfully.
"This is Chen Yang, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. He is the one who saved you. Get up and try." Uncle Tian pointed at Chen Yang, trembling with emotion.
"Oh, thank you, young man. Okay, I'll try." Aunt Tian glanced at Chen Yang gratefully, then struggled to move her legs out of the bed, with Uncle Tian supporting her on the side.
Aunt Tian tried to stand for a moment, but felt that her legs were limp and she almost fell to the ground. Uncle Tian quickly helped her sit on the bed.
"I can't stand. My legs feel limp and I have no strength at all."
Aunt Tian shook her head and said.
Zhao Ziyang, who had always been worried, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the patient could not stand up. Yesterday, he told his family about the situation and said that even if the patient was well, he might not be able to stand up and would have to spend his time in a wheelchair.
He is the director of this department, and he was accompanied by a group of doctors when he said this. If the patient really stood up, it would be a slap in the face.
After heaving a sigh of relief, he said with some disdain: "I saw the patient waking up was a complete coincidence. Do you think you are really a miracle doctor? You can revive the patient with just a few injections? Can you also make her get out of bed and walk? Haha
, where does the confidence come from?”
"Do you understand the situation? Her lymphadenopathy has affected the nerves in her legs. It would be strange if she could stand up."
Chen Yang glanced at Zhao Ziyang and said, "From what you said, you seem to be expecting the patient to be unable to stand up, right? Can I understand this?"
"You're talking nonsense!" Zhao Ziyang's face turned red as his words hit home.
Uncle Tian on the side heard that his wife really couldn't stand up anymore, and said anxiously: "Dr. Chen, what's wrong with your aunt? Dr. Zhao said yesterday that she might not be able to stand up in the future. If you have a way, save her."
Save him."
Uncle Tian stared at Chen Yang, with a hint of pleading in his words.
"Uncle Tian, don't worry, I haven't finished the treatment yet." Chen Yang said and took out the golden needle again, pricked several acupuncture points on Aunt Tian's head, and then took out a long needle and pierced her forehead.
Hui point.
"The reason she can't stand up is because she had a high fever yesterday and it hit her brain. So her current situation is that her legs can't keep up with the instructions from her brain. It's not a problem with the nerves in her legs."
Chen Yang said as he pricked the needle.
"That's nonsense!" Zhao Ziyang sneered. He didn't believe it anymore. This patient could really stand up after being pricked with a few needles.
But after he opened his mouth, he couldn't close it again. Chen Yang pulled out the needle, and Aunt Tian moved a little on the bed, stretched her legs, and then said in surprise: "I feel like my legs are tight."
I have strength."
"Aunt Tian, let's get out of bed and try again." Chen Yang smiled slightly and raised his hand to signal.
Aunt Tian nodded and slowly moved out of bed. With Uncle Tian's help, she actually tried to take the first step, the second step... Then, Uncle Tian gradually let go of his hand. She was alone.
She was a little staggering at first, but then her steps began to get bigger, and then she walked much more fluently. Although she still couldn't compare with normal people, it was already very rare to be able to do this. You know, half an hour ago
, this patient is still castrated.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Ziyang's face turned red and hot, and he felt like his face was swollen. He was an authority on cancer, a returnee with a double degree from Harvard Medical School... He personally judged that the patient would spend his future in a wheelchair.
, you didn’t expect to stand up like this?
At this moment, he felt that the young nurse in the ward and the intern he was looking at were looking at him strangely...
"Dr. Chen, what's going on with your aunt's illness?" Uncle Tian happily supported his wife and asked.
"It's just the hyperthermia reaction caused by the heart, and the previous treatment was not taken care of well, so this series of problems occurred, making people mistakenly think that they were ill. In fact, there is no problem, even if you don't use traditional Chinese medicine, as long as you treat the symptoms. After half a month
You will feel better inside."
Chen Yang explained patiently.
"Then...do we still need to be hospitalized now?"
Uncle Tian looked at Chen Yang with mixed feelings of sadness and joy. Yesterday he was a patient sentenced to death. Unexpectedly, today he was cured by a little Chinese doctor with just a few injections.
"No need. I will prescribe some Chinese medicine to Aunt Tian in a while, and she will decoct it and take it every day. Her body will recover in ten days and a half."
While Chen Yang was talking, he glanced at Zhao Ziyang's work photo in a deliberately exaggerated way. He found that the turtles were different and even enjoyed special subsidies from the country.
Zhao Ziyang was furious and wanted to refute but couldn't find a reason. He thought Chen Yang was here to cause trouble today on purpose.
At this moment, Gu Dahai was completely shocked by the extraordinary medical skills of the little Chinese doctor in front of him. He had just seen the patient's diagnosis case. In the opinion of a great doctor like him, it was impossible for the patient to stand up. But he didn't expect...
And this Dr. Chen actually knows the "Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate"? Is there any connection between this Dr. Chen and Mr. Wu Daozi?
"Okay, I believe you. It would be better not to be hospitalized. There are a lot of things waiting for us as a couple at home."
Uncle Tian doesn't want to waste time and energy here.
As the group walked out of the ward building, Gu Dahai called Chen Yang aside, with a mysterious expression on his face, and asked in a low voice: "Young man, Mr. Wu Daozi is your master?"
Chen Yang was slightly startled and asked curiously: "No, do you know Mr. Wu Daozi?"
Gu Dahai raised his head and said thoughtfully: "Thirty years ago, I was lucky enough to meet him, but I didn't get the chance and didn't talk to him."
Chen Yang didn't want to talk about his master with him, so he turned around and took out the phone and said: "Okay, okay, I understand..."
While on the phone, he ran away.
After lunch, when the meeting was over, Gu Dahai looked at Chen Yang with admiration and said: "Dr. Chen, you have such accomplishments at such a young age. Your future is boundless!"