Yang Bei, who had just returned to his post at the medicine cabinet, sneezed suddenly.
Touching the tip of his nose, Yang Bei was a little puzzled: "I don't have a cold either, so why am I coughing suddenly?"
Standing aside, he laughed and said, "Maybe someone misses you, which means you two have a good connection."
Yang Bei blinked: "Really? That must be one of my future wives. Who misses me?"
As he said this, he entered the medicine cabinet. Zhu Zhu, who was about to change his shift, frowned and asked: "Hey, what happened when you and Wang Qiang went out to go barefoot? So many people went out to join in the fun? When you came back, the old curator even called you
went."
"I just asked about my medical skills, but it's nothing."
Yang Bei explained casually and yawned in the sunset.
"Do you know how to heal?"
When Li Zhu shouted this sentence in surprise, Chu Nanshan was holding a teacup and thinking about something.
"Second Grandpa, the tea has gone cold."
After Chu Yuelian reminded her, she asked, "How should we deal with the matter about Dr. Wang? He used fake prescriptions, which are of very bad nature."
"Wang Qiang...this man still has a bit of self-respect. It won't be long before he will resign on his own."
Chu Nanshan was very good at judging people. After putting down the tea cup, he picked up the prescription on the table and sighed: "It's not simple, it's really not simple. I can't prescribe the prescription that Yang Bei uses to treat Datou's illness. Like this
His talent should not be buried. If he didn’t have a medical qualification certificate, he should be on duty now."
It is against the criminal law to be a doctor without a medical qualification certificate.
Once it is discovered that Nanshan Medical Clinic has hired people without qualifications to practice medicine, it will be closed immediately.
But it is unrealistic for Yang Bei to take this certificate in a short time.
This certificate only requires the examination report, but there are conditions: Yang Bei, a wild man who has never studied and does not have a diploma, can only rely on the guarantee of a traditional medicine teacher to take the examination.
As for the modern medicine questions in the exam content, Chu Nanshan also asked Yang Bei, but the latter didn't know how to do it at all.
Yang Bei studies pure traditional medicine, which requires a qualification certificate, which is difficult!
"He is a talented person, it would be a pity if he was buried."
Chu Nanshan took a sip of cold tea, stood up and made up his mind: "Tomorrow I will take him to Jiangdu, the provincial capital, to find connections. My old face should still be useful."
Jiangdu, the provincial capital, is much more prosperous than Jiangbei.
Early in the morning, Chu Nanshan took Yang Bei to Jiangdu, crossed the city center and walked for more than 20 minutes to the old city.
squeak.
The car stopped in front of a medical center called Jiangzhou Traditional Medicine Center.
This is the center of the Jiangzhou Traditional Chinese Medicine Guild. It is also famous in several provinces and cities around the middle reaches of the Yangtze River. The current leader of the guild is named Wan Zhonghua, who is very famous.
Wan Lao is eighty-two years old this year. He once practiced medicine with the army during the war years, but now he has retired to a province to serve as a guild leader. He has a high prestige in the industry and is known as a miracle doctor. Most people cannot hire him.
Chu Nanshan has a good relationship with him, and he came here this time hoping that he could help Yang Bei get the medical qualification certificate.
Modern society is about rules.
If you have a medical qualification certificate, you are qualified to make money with your medical skills.
Yang Bei only relied on his medical skills to make a living, so there was no reason to refuse.
The people in the guild also knew Chu Nanshan and invited them to sit in the reception room first. A patient came to the back yard.
This patient's status is not ordinary, he is quite noble.
Now, in addition to the Wan Shen Doctor, several other managers are also busy there.
So I have to ask Chu Nanshan to wait.
"If it was the Nanshan Medical Clinic back then, and it only had a doctor's qualification certificate, why would I risk it all?"
Traditional medicine was in decline, and Nanshan Medical Center was declining. When Chu Nanshan was feeling quite emotional, a woman's hoarse, lung-breaking plea came from the backyard: "Wan Lao, please, please think of another way!"
"Xiaoyu is only eight years old!"
"If you don't even think well of us, what should we, the Jiang family, do?"
Every cry of begging is like a ghost crying in the middle of the night, making people feel as uncomfortable as ever.
Yang Bei and Chu Nanshan couldn't sit down anymore. The latter called the receptionist and asked what was going on.
The receptionist sighed: "Master Chu, you are also a doctor. If you can't do it, come to the backyard and have a look. The Jiang family... is committing evil."
I followed the receptionist to the backyard. As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the courtyard, I saw a large group of people gathered around the courtyard.
Everyone's face is ashen!
In the center of the crowd, a dying little boy was lying on a stretcher. Beside him was a nurse in white. If an accident happened, they could take the child to the hospital immediately.
In front of the stretcher truck, an old man with white hair was bending down to support a woman. He sighed: "Mrs. Jiang, please get up quickly. I really can't do anything."
But the woman couldn't afford it. She knelt there for a long time and kowtowed, pleading: "Please! Wan Lao, please!"
Next to her, the man in a neat suit was also in pain, his eyes flashing: "Wan Lao, is there really nothing you can do?"
Wan Lao took off his heavy reading glasses, raised his hand to wipe away his tears, his voice was extremely bitter: "The evil poison has weakened me, and traditional medicine can no longer do anything."
"But international front-line hospitals can't do anything."
The man hugged his wife and shed tears of despair in his eyes.
Deficiency caused by evil toxins is called uremia in Western medicine terms, and is a manifestation of end-stage renal failure.
The kidneys detoxify the body. Once kidney failure occurs, the body cannot detoxify. Dialysis or kidney transplantation can only be used to maintain life and normal activities.
But Xiaoyu was too young and was too exhausted.
Dialysis is no longer possible, and well-known foreign experts recommend transplantation - but for such a young child, where can he find a suitable kidney when his organs are still developing?
Even if their parents are willing to cut off their kidneys to save their children's lives, it won't work.
This disease comes too early for small fish!
It seemed that even God did not want him to live.
Despair plunged the whole yard into silence. Xiaoyu's father, Jiang Daochuan, turned pale, clenched his fists as if squeezing out the last strength with his life, and asked tremblingly: "Then, how long can Xiaoyu live?
"
"have no idea."
Wan Lao shook his head, closed his eyes and raised his head to face the sky. His voice was full of sadness: "Look at your fate at any time."
Because toxins cannot be discharged from the body, the entire body's functions will be brought down.
So how long a small fish can live depends on fate.
Maybe he won't even survive tonight!
puff!
The wife who was kneeling on the ground suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell sideways.
Jiang Daochuan, with quick eyesight and quick hands, hurriedly helped his wife, but wrinkles appeared in the corners of his eyes and forehead in the blink of an eye, as if he had aged several years.
The couple hugged each other tightly and couldn't stop crying.
They have a successful career and a happy marriage, but what sin did they commit? Their child actually suffered from uremia at this age!
Tragedy in the world, nothing but white hair and black hair!
After a long time, Jiang Daochuan had to take the next step, took a deep breath and said: "This is life, my dear, get up, let's go home."
"Xiaoyu, let's go home."
As he spoke, Jiang Daochuan staggered and fell to the ground. Xiaoyu's mother was also kneeling there, holding her face and crying heartbreakingly.
"God, why did you do this to us!"
"Little fish, little fish!"
Most of the doctors present were used to seeing death, but at this time, there were natural and man-made disasters, separation between life and death, and who could not shed tears when faced with a wailing mother?
It seemed that even God felt the sorrow of the world. In an instant, clouds piled up and blocked the sun.
At this moment, a determined voice came from outside the crowd: "The baby can still be saved, please get out of the way."