Lu Fan didn't go back for a day, and Tang Huanxi came to the hospital accompanied by Wenren Muxue.
She was told that Lu Fan was treating patients at this time, so she came to the infectious disease monitoring room and observed Lu Fan's actions in the monitoring room.
But when she stood in the monitoring room and saw the dense surveillance videos, she was stunned.
I saw a dozen figures busy in front of the beds in nearly a hundred intensive care wards.
These people, all wearing gray robes, with elegant and graceful backs, bent over the hospital bed, gave people the impression that they were like a group of ancient doctors who had come down from the mountain to join the secular world and hang pots to help the world.
"Who are these people?"
Tang Huanxi's beautiful eyes looked at these people curiously, and she also saw Lu Fan. At this time, Lu Fan was in Ward 56, helping a baby to be treated.
"I don't know, Mr. Lu found them all."
Dean Wang stood aside with a look of emotion: "I heard that these are all Chinese medicine doctors. They are young but have extraordinary medical skills. I don't know where Mr. Lu found such a group of gods. Compared with them, those who are
The so-called miracle doctors who are famous all over the world are simply trying to please others and are not worth mentioning..."
Wang Desheng has worked in the medical system all his life and has seen many miracle doctors, big and small, but the methods of the twelve young men in robes before him are unheard of.
The vision, hearing, asking and understanding developed by traditional Chinese medicine has been brought into full play by these twelve young men in robes.
They quickly diagnosed the patient's disease, accurately administered medication according to the different disease conditions of each newborn, and assisted with silver needles. In just one day, more than 40 newborns had received visible health effects in their hands.
improvement.
Coupled with Lu Fan's previous acupuncture and medication as a basis, half of the newborns can even be transferred directly out of the intensive care unit and go to the regular ward to rest.
Tang Huanxi didn't say anything, and kept staring closely at the busy figure in the ward.
"How long has he been here?" she asked.
"From noon to now, from the moment I walked in the door, I haven't had a break. I have been busy in the ward."
Dean Wang sighed deeply: "I also persuaded him to let him and the children rest first, and the patients can be treated later. But I don't know why, he always kept talking about no time, too late, I
If you can't persuade him, you can only let them do it..."
"What do you mean no time?"
Tang Huanxi frowned slightly: "Are these children running out of time?"
"no."
Wenren Muxue said calmly: "He feels that his time is running out."
Tang Huanxi suddenly turned around and looked at her in shock.
"It seems that he has realized what is going to happen next in Nandu. He cannot let himself be hindered by these more than 90 newborns."
Wenren Muxue also looked at her: "Same for you."
Before Tang Huanxi could realize the meaning of her words, he heard Dean Wang's phone ringing.
Dean Wang glanced at the two girls apologetically, then walked aside and answered the phone with his head lowered: "Director Yao, what's wrong?"
"What? Move them all away? How come I don't know anything about what happened?"
"Now? Can you slow down, my side..."
The two girls looked back at him and saw Dean Wang standing there with the phone in his hand, looking a little lost.
"What happened?" Tang Huanxi asked.
Dean Wang's face was a little stiff, but he still walked over and took a look at the monitor, and then whispered: "I just received a call from the province, saying that the province has just made a decision to use the remaining 90
All two newborns have been moved away, and the people who moved them are now downstairs."