Huang Shiguang laughed "haha" and sarcastically said: "You dare to treat people just a few days after entering the hospital? I think you are out of your mind? All the directors can't figure it out, but you can tell? What are you talking about?
Even if you don’t cure it within half an hour, it won’t be possible for a god to save you. I think you are just talking nonsense and intimidating the patient!”
Zhang Jun's expression remained unchanged. The best way to deal with a clown like Huang Shiguang was to ignore him. He just nodded to Director Ma.
Director Ma knew that Zhang Jun's vision was always very accurate. He glanced at Huang Shiguang coldly, then turned around and asked politely: "Xiao Zhang, what do you think is the cause of Director Dong's illness?"
Zhang Jun had already felt the pulse and looked through the opponent's body, and could clearly see that the opponent's abdominal pain was due to arteriosclerosis leading to superior mesenteric artery embolism, which caused abdominal pain.
"If arterial embolism is not treated in time, the blood clot will cause ischemic necrosis of the internal organs, and no one can save it by then," he said.
Director Ma was taken aback and quickly said to the doctor beside him: "Quick! Send him to the CT room immediately!"
"Slow down!" The fat doctor from the Department of Gastroenterology stopped Director Ma and shouted, "Old Ma, it's okay for him to be a little intern talking nonsense, why are you making fun of him? You can know the cause of the disease by checking your pulse.
Then what do you need our hospital for? We might as well just go study Chinese medicine!"
Director Ma frowned and said: "Director Yang, Xiao Zhang has a good foundation in traditional Chinese medicine. It's not surprising that he can see it. Moreover, Director Dong's clinical symptoms are indeed like arterial embolism. We can easily judge it by doing auxiliary examinations."
Director Yang sneered: "Weird things happen every year, especially this year! Director Ma, this little intern is really right. I, Yang Qiuzhi, will write my name backwards from now on!"
"You all should stop arguing!" Several officials were very angry. "I don't care about anything else. You must cure our director's illness immediately!"
Director Ma hurriedly said: "Based on my observation, it is better to do a blood routine on the patient first to see if there is a possibility of acute enteritis. If it is not enteritis, it may also be acute abdominal pain caused by intestinal spasm."
Zhang Jun was very angry. This guy named Yang was too arrogant and arrogant. If something happened to the patient, he would be the first to shirk responsibility. He narrowed his eyes and said: "Director Yang, if it is your judgment
No, do you dare to be responsible to the patient?"
When asking questions, he took out a recording pen and pressed the recording button against Director Yang's mouth. The latter's face changed and he said angrily: "What are you doing? What are you going to do? I'm seeing a doctor according to procedures, what?
Responsible or not? Are you mentally ill?"
Zhang Jun shook his head and said contemptuously: "You don't dare to be responsible, I dare! I treated this patient!"
The other doctors also felt that what happened today was a bit unbelievable. An intern doctor dared to challenge the chief physician and took the initiative to take responsibility.
Director Yang sneered: "You take responsibility? Can you bear it? Who do you think you are, the dean?"
Zhang Jun didn't want to waste time, so he walked up to a doctor, reached out and grabbed the doctor's pulse gate, and touched it lightly with his fingers.
The other party was stunned for a moment, but did not break away from his wrist and asked with a smile: "Do you want to treat me too?"
For about half a minute, Zhang Jun said calmly: "You have had an appendectomy, and your liver is not very good. It should be alcoholic liver disease. You broke your third left rib when you were ten years old. In addition, your rhinitis is very serious. You need to treat it quickly."
One cure."
As soon as this conclusion came out, the doctor was stunned and stood motionless, as if he had seen a ghost.
Zhang Jun ignored him, walked over and grabbed the second person's pulse, held it for half a minute, and said, "You have stomach problems, right? There are moderate varicose veins in both legs, and there is pulpitis in the lower left first molar.
You need timely treatment. Also, don’t smoke anymore. Your bronchial condition is very bad. If you continue smoking, it will cause bronchial inflammation, which is difficult to cure.”
The second person was equally shocked. He asked in surprise: "Do you know everything?"
Zhang Jun ignored him and grabbed the veins of a sixty-year-old doctor. After a closer look, he frowned slightly and said, "You have a problem with your prostate. Are you having trouble even ### now?"
The old Chinese medicine doctor nodded repeatedly and said with excitement: "Great Chinese doctor! You have the skills of a great Chinese doctor!" His expression was like that of a believer who saw the arrival of the true god. His breathing became rapid and he seemed to be about to lose his breath.
After Zhang Jun showed these three people a look, he said coldly: "I think you three must have an idea of whether I can cure diseases and whether I can see a doctor, right?"
The three people whose pulses were checked by Zhang Jun were the director of the urology department, the head of the gastrointestinal department, and a senior traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the hospital. They were all the front-line aces of the hospital. The problems of the three people were accurately described by Zhang Jun just now.
, every detail, which shocked them very much.
You must know that even their relatives may not know about these problems, so Zhang Jun definitely did not investigate these situations in advance, and he did not have time to investigate. There is no doubt that the three people admire Zhang Jun's methods very much and believe that he is a medical expert.
people..
"Xiao Zhang, I believe you!" the director of the urology department was the first to say, with a very serious tone.
The director of the gastrointestinal department said: "I believe it too, let's get checked immediately."
Director Yang's face looked as ugly as possible. He realized that he might have met a real person today, and his previous behavior was too rude. However, out of concern for face, he still sneered and said: "I see you are all fooled by this kid.
He was deceived! He must have investigated it a long time ago, and it’s nothing serious.” After the scan, imaging experts finally reached Zhang Jun’s conclusion through collective discussion. Director Dong’s cause was indeed superior mesenteric artery embolism, and it was very serious, delaying treatment.
It will inevitably lead to organ ischemia and necrosis.
The moment the results came out, Huang Shiguang's face was even uglier than Director Yang's. He felt as if he had been slapped several times on the face and lost all face. At the same time, he was very unwilling and wanted to
It makes no sense, how could Zhang Jun, a layman with no medical major, have such superb medical skills?
After the results came out, Director Ma said: "Based on the current situation, thrombolysis is not very effective. It seems that surgery is the only option."
When Director Dong on the bed heard that he was going to have an operation, he said feebly: "It's just a stomachache, there's no need for surgery..."
Zhang Jun smiled slightly and said, "It's okay without surgery. Let me try."
Director Yang, who had always been depressed, became energetic. He laughed "haha" and said: "It's really ridiculous! I have never heard that there is any way to treat this kind of cold syndrome other than surgery!"
Zhang Jun glanced at him coldly and said: "What you don't know doesn't mean it doesn't exist; what you know may not be correct." After saying that, he walked to Director Dong's bedside, motioned for him to lie down on the bed, and put his
Place your palms together on the back of your head.
Director Dong had just seen Zhang Jun's ability and had great trust in his medical skills. In addition, he heard that the disease could be cured without surgery, so he quickly followed suit.
Zhang Jun's right palm and five fingers gently pressed on Director Dong's lower back, and he began to treat him with the Jiu Jin of the Medical Dao. He had seen Hua Buyi use the Jiu Jin of the Medical Dao to treat blood clots many times, and he had tried it several times himself, and he had never failed.
Pass.
The internal energy surges out, penetrates the body surface, and hits the blood clot accurately. The first wave of energy is "disintegration energy". Under this energy, the blood clot is shattered into many small fragments at once. The effect of disintegration energy
, equivalent to a hospital lithotripter.
Then, he used "Hehe Jin". Under the action of this force, all the thrombus fragments did not flow away with the blood. Otherwise, these small fragments would enter the tiny blood vessels, causing end-branch blood vessel embolism, thus causing organ failure.
of local necrosis.
Later, the breaking force, disintegration force, and concussion force were used in succession. The numerous tiny fragments became smaller and smaller under the impact of the force, and finally reached the molecular level. Such tiny fragments can themselves be swallowed up by phagocytes in the blood.
, will no longer cause bad effects on the human body.
The whole process took more than half an hour. When he straightened up, his forehead was covered with sweat, he smiled and said: "Director Dong, your illness has been cured. You should have a good rest when you go back."
In fact, Director Dong felt no pain when Zhang Jun was being treated. Now he turned over and sat up from the hospital bed, walked a few steps around the bed, and then said with a surprised look on his face: "It's really better!"
Everyone was stunned, what kind of medical skill is this? It is simply amazing!
The old Chinese medicine doctor asked excitedly: "Xiao...Xiao Zhang, who is your master?"
Zhang Jun didn't want to reveal his identity, so he said casually: "His surname is Ye."
Strictly speaking, Ye Xian is indeed his master, and half of his medical skills come from Ye Xian.
Unexpectedly, the old Chinese medicine doctor was shocked when he heard this and shouted: "No wonder! It turns out that he is a disciple of Ye Yixian, disrespectful! disrespectful!"
Zhang Jun was surprised. He didn't expect that the old Chinese medicine doctor knew about Ye Xian. He couldn't help but regretted revealing this information, so he had to say: "I hope you won't publicize my identity."
The old Chinese medicine doctor nodded repeatedly: "I understand, I understand! I won't say more." Then he asked expectantly, "Xiao Zhang... miracle doctor, can I treat you to a meal someday?"
Zhang Jun knew how the old Chinese doctor felt, and he must have many difficult questions to ask him. He was not a self-conscious person, so he smiled and said: "Of course."
Everyone didn't understand what the two of them were talking about, but they all had to admit that Zhang Jun's medical skills were simply miraculous.
Director Yang is now filled with regret. He knows what it means for Zhang Jun to have such great ability. He is simply a golden sign, a money-making machine, more valuable than all the directors of the hospital put together. To offend such a talented person with unlimited potential
A very young man, it was simply the biggest mistake in his life!
He was so angry that he couldn't help but vent his anger on Huang Shiguang. He turned around and cursed angrily: "Huang Shiguang! Are you blind? You don't even know your classmates? Are you mocking others for their low level? Who are you? No.
Not even as good as a hair on my head? You are a waste! Scum! The scum of the human race! Ask me to get out of here!"