"This is not a suitable place for me to perform acupuncture. Find a quiet place." Yu Ziqing slowly opened his eyes and stopped his hand.
The conductor turned his attention to Zhou Jimin and asked for his opinion.
Zhou Jimin felt a little nervous, he hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Listen to this gentleman."
So everyone carefully transported the patient to the conductor's workroom, leaving only Zhou Jimin at Yu Ziqing's request. In fact, Zhou Jimin couldn't help if he stayed, but Yu Ziqing knew that the conductor would definitely not agree with him alone.
Stay to rescue.
In the quiet office, under Zhou Jimin's complicated and curious eyes, Yu Ziqing took out the silver needle and started to apply the acupuncture with a solemn expression.
Strands of true energy are accurately delivered to the complex and fragile cranial blood vessels through silver needles, just like spring rain moistening things silently, gently moisturizing and repairing the broken blood vessels.
Not only that, those aging blood vessels that appear narrow due to fat blockage are nourished and dredged by Yu Zi's pure and pure Qi, and they regain their youthful vitality and become smooth again.
Zhou Jimin, who had been paying close attention to the progress of the situation nervously, saw that the old man's breathing gradually returned to a smooth and stable state, his face gradually improved, his eyes couldn't help but open wider and wider, and the look of shock on his face became more and more intense.
The old man finally slowly opened his eyes, and a young and fair face came into view.
"Where is this place? What's wrong with me?" the old man spoke, but Zhou Jimin was so shocked that his eyes almost fell to the ground. It's pretty good that a person can wake up from such a severe sudden cerebral hemorrhage.
Even if you wake up, you will often be unable to speak. Even if you can speak, your speech is often unclear and requires language rehabilitation training.
Unexpectedly, after the young man performed the acupuncture for a while, the old man not only regained consciousness, but also spoke fluently with a relatively clear mind. To Zhou Jimin, the chief brain surgeon, this was almost the same as coming back from the dead.
"Old man, please don't move!" Yu Ziqing said with some difficulty, sweat rolling down his forehead like pearls.
The brain is the most complex and fragile part of human beings. If Yu Ziqing had not been an all-powerful immortal and was extremely experienced, even a cultivator who had already reached the Bigu stage would not have been able to perform such a difficult needle.
Even so, Yu Ziqing felt that it was too much, and the true energy flowed out of the body like water.
Yu Ziqing's words made Zhou Jimin suddenly wake up. As a doctor, he naturally knew that it was best not to disturb the operation, not to mention that the young man in front of him was performing almost magical acupuncture.
"Sir, I am Director Zhou Jimin of Zhehai Provincial People's Hospital. You just had a cerebral hemorrhage and fainted. Your condition is very critical. Fortunately, this young man treated you and you were able to revive. Now you must not move.
"Zhou Jimin hurriedly showed his ID to the patient to gain his trust, while he gently held down the patient and explained briefly and concisely.
This patient obviously knew that he had high blood pressure, and he seemed to realize it vaguely. When he saw Zhou Jimin's ID again, he just said thank you and said nothing.
Zhou Jimin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the patient accepted his explanation. Then he looked at Yu Ziqing, only to find that his face was pale and he seemed to be soaked through.
After about five or six minutes, Yu Ziqing took back the silver needles one by one, exhaled, and said: "Old man, you are fine, but you still need to lie still for ten minutes before you can get up and move around."
After saying that, Yu Ziqing wiped the sweat from his forehead, put on his shoulder bag and left without looking back.
Seeing this, Zhou Jimin hurriedly told the old man not to move, then got up and chased him out.
The train conductor and others were waiting outside the door. When they saw the door opened, Yu Ziqing walked out with a tired look on his face and asked hurriedly: "How is the situation?"
"It's okay, but I need to lie still for ten minutes." Yu Ziqing walked forward and dropped a sentence.
The train conductor and others came over unexpectedly. Seeing Zhou Jimin follow closely, they asked again. Zhou Jimin said: "The patient shouldn't need to be sent to the hospital. You will know when you get in. I will come back to you later."
After speaking, Zhou Jimin chased after Yu Ziqing and shouted: "Sir, please stay!"
Seeing that Yu Ziqing seemed to be walking slowly, but even if he ran at a trot, he could hardly catch up. Zhou Jimin became more and more surprised, knowing that this time he had met the legendary master of the world.
Yu Ziqing passed through the two carriages and just stopped, looked back at Zhou Jimin and asked, "What's the matter?"
Facing the young man who still looked like a student, Zhou Jimin behaved more like a student. His old face turned red and he said, "I didn't know just now that you, sir, are masters and are often offended."
Yu Ziqing smiled lightly and said, "It's nothing. I can see that you are a good doctor. If it had been anyone else, you would have scolded me."
Although Yu Ziqing sincerely praised this rare and good doctor, Zhou Jimin thought it was ironic when he thought that he had just taught others not to be arrogant and careless, so as not to delay the disease and put the patient and the patient in danger.
Are you proud? You almost delayed your illness.
Zhou Jimin said awkwardly: "Sir, please stop praising me."
Yu Ziqing smiled, looked at Zhou Jimin and said calmly: "Tell me, what's the point of chasing me? As for inviting me to your hospital, or asking for advice on medical skills, don't mention it. My medical skills are even if I want to teach ordinary people.
People can’t learn it either.”
Zhou Jimin's intention was revealed by Yu Ziqing's words, and he stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
Seeing Zhou Jimin standing there blankly, Yu Ziqing remembered that he was a rare good doctor. He hesitated, took out a pen and paper from his bag and wrote down his mobile phone number, handed it to Zhou Jimin, and said calmly: "We are destined to be together."
, this is my phone number, you have three chances to call, as long as the other person is not a damn person, no matter who it is, I will treat it for your sake. And tell the old man and the train conductor,
Don't look for me, I don't like to be disturbed."
After saying that, Yu Ziqing left in a daze, leaving Zhou Jimin blankly looking at the phone number in his hand. It took him a long time to come back to his senses and carefully put the phone number away.
Zhou Jimin is a doctor, and he knows better than anyone that a doctor with excellent medical skills is a person's life guarantee. And this young man's medical skills can not only be described by the word "smart", but may be described as magical or fairy magic.
The description seems more appropriate. This phone call is not just a phone call, but represents three lives and three opportunities for rebirth.
Returning to the train conductor's office, the old man was still lying down, but he was completely conscious and in good spirits. He looked somewhat radiant. As for what happened, he had a general understanding of what happened.
When the old man saw Zhou Jimin coming in, he hurriedly asked: "Dean Zhou, where is the young man who saved my life?"
When the train conductor and others heard this, they all focused their attention on Zhou Jimin.