"Doctor Yan, can my daughter recover from this disease?" Yin Hong asked urgently.
"From various examinations, there is nothing wrong with your daughter. Chinese medicine can combine treatment with medication and acupuncture."
"Just don't be impatient. It takes time. You have to be mentally prepared for long-term treatment."
"Dr. Yan, how long will the treatment take?"
"It can range from a few months to a year and a half. It's hard to say. It depends on different physiques."
"Okay, we'll treat you." Yin Hong gritted her teeth. Now that things have come to a point, her daughter's treatment is a big deal.
Yan Ping nodded, made a hum in his nose, and went out to other wards.
As soon as he stepped forward, the door was pushed open again.
Yin Hong looked back and saw that it was Qin Fan who walked in.
He took a taxi and followed Yin Hong from a distance, and then he found the ward.
"Qin...Mr. Qin."
Yin Hong was a little flustered and stammered.
She didn't know why Qin Fan came here.
I am even more worried that if the incident comes to light, if I am held accountable, I will face jail time.
Qin Fan nodded without saying anything, but looked at the little girl on the hospital bed.
"Sister Yin, is this your child? What a well-behaved little girl."
Xiao Mo seemed a little scared when she saw a stranger and looked at her mother timidly.
"Well, her name is Xiaomo, and she can't speak now."
Yin Hong stroked Xiaomo's little head, looking depressed and sentimental.
"Xiao Mo, don't be afraid, uncle is also a doctor, let him take a look." Qin Fan showed a gentle smile.
Xiaomo looked at Yin Hong, and when her mother nodded, she stretched out her little hand.
Qin Fan took his pulse and asked, "Tell me about Xiaomo's condition. How did he become aphasic?"
Yin Hong briefly described the matter.
"Sister Yin, Xiaomo's illness is not called a disease at all, and it is easy to treat," Qin Fan said.
"Ah...it's not called a disease? Is it easy to treat?" Yin Hong was a little confused.
"The doctor just said that it requires a long treatment period."
"It's not necessary at all. You can recover in an hour." Qin Fan asked Yin Hong, "Can you bear to let Xiaomo never be like a normal child?"
"Of course not! It's just..."
But Qin Fan's words made Yin Hong a little unbelievable. One doctor said it took a year and a half, while the other said it took an hour.
Qin Fan said it was as simple as drinking boiled water.
"Sister Yin, you just need to believe in me?" Qin Fan's eyes were burning.
When she heard the word "believe", Yin Hong's expression became complicated. She felt a little ashamed of these two words.
"Sister Yin, you can give it a try. Our child has been hospitalized here for more than a month."
"Although he has recovered, the cost is indeed too scary. We ordinary people really cannot afford to get sick."
At this time, the mother of the boy next to her interjected.
From the bottom of her heart, Yin Hong was naturally unwilling to let go of any opportunity for possible treatment.
"Mr. Qin, I believe... I believe you." Her voice was very low.
In fact, according to traditional Chinese medicine, Xiaomo's aphasia is heart and liver Qi blockage.
According to traditional Chinese medicine, the heart governs the spirit and the liver governs the speech.
As long as the Qi of the heart and liver is adjusted so that it can speak freely, it will be a matter of course for you to speak again.
"If you believe me, then you made the right choice."
Yin Hong's lips moved but she didn't say anything.
Qin Fan took out the acupuncture kit from his bag and said, "Xiao Mo, don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt at all. Do you want to go to school?"
Xiaomo is a little girl after all, so she is still a little timid when seeing those needles.
However, the sensible child nodded and made gestures with his hands.
"You are so good. Once you recover, you can go to school."
Qin Fan distracted Xiao Mo's attention while talking and giving Xiao Mo acupuncture.
The Bianque magic needle, combined with the filiform needle, is inserted into acupuncture points such as Baihui, Shenting, Tongli, Lianquan, and Ya points in sequence.
Keep twisting the needle every few minutes, and the power of merit will flow down the needle.
Less than twenty minutes later, there seemed to be a slight sound in Xiaomo's throat.
At this moment, Yan Ping left and returned.
He pushed the door open and entered, where he saw an unknown young man giving Xiaomo acupuncture.
He immediately became furious, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"Where are you from, and how can you just treat people with acupuncture and moxibustion casually?"
Qin Fan ignored his roar.
"Dr. Yan, Mr. Qin is also a Chinese medicine practitioner, and he is also my leader."
"He said it can be treated and it doesn't require a long course of treatment. It only takes an hour."
Yin Hong quickly explained to Yan Ping.
"An hour? He thinks he is a miracle doctor. Do you listen to him or do you listen to me, the attending physician?"
"Ms. Yin, this is a regular hospital, do you know that?"
"Our hospital will not be responsible for any problems if you treat yourself without the consent of the hospital!"
Yan Ping was furious and asked questions again and again.
A long-term hospitalized patient generates revenue for the department and the hospital.
This was his one-third-acre land, but now it was disturbed by an unknown Qin Fan. It would be strange for him not to be angry.
"This...this..." Yin Hong lost her mind for a moment.
"Dr. Yan, you are all doctors, so why not give it a try? Aren't you all treating diseases?"
The boy's mother persuaded.
"What do you know? Chinese medicine is not like Western medicine. Without rich clinical experience, how can we treat it?!"
"If you don't listen to me on this matter, I will stop caring about you." Yan Ping said angrily.
Qin Fan glanced at the self-righteous Yan Ping.
"You don't need to worry about it. Whatever happens to Xiaomo, I will be fully responsible for it."
"You are responsible, what are you responsible for?"
Yan Ping sneered, "I've learned a little bit about acupuncture and just stick acupuncture on people. If you don't look at it, this is the largest traditional Chinese medicine hospital in the province. It's just doing the same thing."
But at this moment, as soon as he finished speaking, a long-lost voice suddenly came.
"Mommy mommy."
The sound is very small, but surprisingly clear and loud, like the sound of nature.
"Xiao Mo!"
Yin Hong really heard it. This was the first time her daughter had called her since she became speechless.
"Oh, he actually spoke. It's really miraculous. This is the real miracle doctor!" the boy's mother blurted out.
When Yan Ping heard the word "Mom", he immediately became like a stone sculpture.
What is going on? I really just talked about it.
A moment ago, Yin Hong had to be prepared for long-term treatment. She didn't believe she could speak in an hour.
But before the acupuncture was over, Xiaomo called out for her mother.
A moment ago, he was saying that others were just doing tricks and mocking others as miracle doctors.
But I didn't expect that he was really a king and a miracle doctor.
Suddenly, his old face turned red, and he wished he could crawl into a crack in the ground, which never appeared.
Qin Fan ignored Yan Ping, who was stunned. He withdrew the needle and smiled at Yin Hong.
"Sister Yin, I said, if you believe me, you didn't make the wrong choice."
"Mr. Qin, thank you, I..."
Yin Hong had mixed feelings. She was so ashamed that she couldn't say a word.
Just then, there was a loud noise outside the door.
"Doctor Yan, Doctor Yan, come here quickly!" A nurse shouted outside.
"Doctor Yan, please save my son!" This was accompanied by a man's urgent voice.
Yan Ping glared at Qin Fan with dissatisfaction and left in a hurry.
When Qin Fan heard that someone was calling for help, he followed him out.
It was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy in the independent ward next door.
At this time, the boy's heart rate reached 140 beats per minute, he had difficulty breathing, and his blood oxygen saturation was 59%. He was restless and sweating profusely, and the ventilator could no longer help him.
Seeing that he was on the verge of death, the situation was precarious.
"How could this happen? Isn't it stable?" Yan Ping asked.
"I don't know, it happened all of a sudden." The nurse was also a little confused.
The little boy had an inexplicable fever that went up and down and had difficulty breathing.
After taking a X-ray, the diagnosis was confirmed to be pneumonia.
After combined treatment with drugs and acupuncture, it seemed to be stable, but unexpectedly, Yan Ping rebounded immediately as soon as he stepped forward.
And it's even more serious.
This time, Yan Ping was completely at a loss.
"Dr. Yan, will you give him another acupuncture?" the nurse asked.
Yan Ping shook his head, "Acupuncture is no longer effective. Contact the Municipal People's Hospital quickly and transfer to Western medicine immediately."
"Dr. Yan, please save my son quickly! No matter what the cost!"
At this time, the child's father was so anxious that he jumped.
Her wife was crying beside her, confused.
"Slow down! If you send him to Western medicine now, it will be too late. It will increase the probability of death."
"Don't you know this is no ordinary pneumonia at all?"
At this time, Qin Fan couldn't help but stop him.
As a doctor, he couldn't just watch a little life disappear.
He had just used his heavenly eyes to see through the child's heart and lungs.
It was clearly not ordinary pneumonia, but a bacterial infection of pneumonia.
It is also highly contagious.
"What do you know? The patient is in critical condition now, and we can only use Western medicine to rescue him."
Yan Ping was so angry that it was Qin Fan again.
"That can only mean that you are embarrassing Chinese traditional medicine doctors."
"You... you have nothing to do here. Get out quickly or I'll call security."
Yan Ping was furious. No one had ever dared to treat him like this.
In this three-acre land of his, whoever doesn't beg him every day has long since developed into him being arrogant.
"Sir, can you save my son?" At this time, the man on the side quickly asked Qin Fan.
"Yes, Chinese medicine has ways to deal with such critical patients."
"Only those who are useless will shirk responsibility."