Everyone was looking forward to it when they heard that Zhang Weidong was going to give patients acupuncture and massage in person. However, Director Yuan was inevitably a little disappointed because he was sitting in the clinic today and it was not convenient for him to leave for a long time.
Zhang Weidong obviously knew what Director Yuan was thinking, and said with a smile: "My acupuncture techniques and acupuncture points for treating hemiplegia after stroke are a bit special. Director Yuan, let's go and have a look. It won't take much time."
Zhang Weidong's words hit Director Yuan's heart. He was naturally overjoyed and stood up in a hurry to say hello.
Opening the door, they saw Jin Lu and Dong Qin who were waiting for treatment outside the door. Those who knew about it couldn't help but be a little surprised. Jin Lu and Dong Qin saw that the door of the outpatient room was suddenly pushed open.
He opened the door, and then a large number of doctors walked out of it. They were quite embarrassed and also surprised at the same time.
When did there suddenly be so many doctors in the clinic?
Seeing Jin Lu and Dong Qin waiting outside the door, Director Yuan didn't bother to pay attention to them. He just surrounded Zhang Weidong and walked to the acupuncture room with everyone else, including the middle-aged uncle.
Seeing the two of them waiting outside the door, the attending doctor walked away. Jin Lu and Dong Qin were extremely annoyed, but at the same time they were more and more surprised, because they found that everyone seemed to be surrounding the pretty face like stars over the moon.
"Dong Qin, have you noticed something is wrong? Judging from the posture, it seems that the pretty boy is Director Yuan?" Jin Lu couldn't help but asked with a confused look.
"That's what I was about to say! And did you notice that when Director Yuan kicked us out before, it was after that pretty face spoke? It seems that what that pretty face said was very important to Director Yuan." Dong Qin nodded.
, and then thought about it.
"I was just angry and didn't think about it. What you said is really what you said. And now that I think about it, it seems that Dean Lu also suddenly changed his attitude after hearing that young man." Jin Lu's face
The doubts became more intense.
At this moment, Jin Lu's cell phone rang. The call was from Vice President Xu Chuanyun.
"Hello, Uncle Xu." Jin Lu called out reluctantly.
"Are you back now or are you in the hospital?" Xu Chuanyun asked.
"What's the matter?" Jin Lu asked, not wanting Xu Chuanyun to know that they finally chose to stay in the hospital and wait in line.
"Whether you have gone back or are still in the hospital, I solemnly tell you one thing now. You must remember that if you want to cure the disease, you must respect the young doctor and it is best to apologize to him."
Xu Chuanyun explained solemnly. When he said this, Xu Chuanyun still couldn't believe it. At Zhang Weidong's age, he was not only the chief doctor, but also a member of the provincial medical expert group. His medical skills were so superb that even Director Yuan and others
They are all his students now.
Not long ago, Lu Yicun revealed a little bit about Zhang Weidong to him. After all, he is the vice president of the hospital, and some things cannot be avoided by him.
"What! You said I still have to apologize to that pretty boy?" Jin Lu couldn't help but screamed.
On the other end of the phone, he heard Jin Lu's harsh voice that was almost screaming, and a look of irritation flashed across his face. If it weren't for the fact that her father was the district chief and they had some friendship with her, he would have really wanted to just leave the phone like this.
Got hung up.
But despite this, Xu Chuanyun's voice still cooled down and he said: "I mean it's best this way. Of course, whether you apologize or not is your business. I won't go into details."
After saying that, Xu Chuanyun hung up the phone.
Jin Lu stood there in a daze holding the phone. Queuing up according to the rules was an unprecedented and useless thing for Miss Jin. Unexpectedly, Xu Chuanyun actually called and suggested that she apologize, and the person was the one who made her wish she could spend a thousand dollars.
The cut pretty boy!
What does this mean? Is the daughter of the district chief so worthless? Is she so lowly?
"Is it Dean Xu? What did he say?" Dong Qin asked curiously when he saw that Jin Lu's face had completely changed with anger.
"What? He said that if you want to be cured, you'd better apologize to that pretty boy!" Jin Lu said angrily.
"Isn't it? He really said that?" Dong Qin asked with disbelief.
"That's what he said! He's just an intern, why? Humph, never mind, it's Old Yuan who's treating the doctor, not him, so there's no way I can get my aunt to apologize to that pretty boy!" Jin Lu curled her lips in disdain.
typical.
"What do you mean by Dean Xu's special call? Do you mean that if we don't apologize to the pretty boy, Director Yuan won't treat me properly?" After all, it is Dong Qin who is sick, and Jin Lu can act like a young lady.
, but Dong Qin, who wanted to ask for help from others, felt a little guilty after all.
"He dares? If he dares to do this, I will sue him!" Jin Lu said with raised eyebrows.
"Don't you dare? If he really doesn't treat me well and just talks nonsense, we won't understand! Besides, do you feel that the doctors and Director Lu just now seemed to value that pretty boy?
"Dong Qin said.
"It seems to be a little bit! But he is just a pretty boy, and he is only an attending doctor. Do you think this speculation is realistic?" Jin Lu thought thoughtfully for a while, and then asked sarcastically.
Dong Qin silently retorted, what Jin Lu said was true. The profession of doctor is not a child's play, it requires real materials, especially Chinese medicine, which requires the accumulation of experience. Just look at Zhang Weidong's pretty face.
In his early twenties, it is indeed impossible to reach that status in the hospital. It would be almost the same for an old Chinese doctor like Director Yuan.
While Jin Lu and Dong Qin were talking outside the clinic, Zhang Weidong had already made the middle-aged uncle lie on the bed in the acupuncture room and was preparing to give him acupuncture.
"I have learned some internal skills, and luck will be involved when applying acupuncture, so the effect of the first acupuncture will be better, and the subsequent effects will not be so obvious, but acupuncture within a month will definitely have an effect.
If the effect is effective, your legs and feet will become more convenient day by day. After a month, there will be no need for acupuncture. You will mainly rely on your own exercise, massage by your family, and gradual adjustments in diet." Zhang Weidong took out the needle and asked.
The middle-aged uncle explained.
Director Yuan and others knew a bit about Zhang Weidong's internal martial arts skills, especially Bai Jie, who knew that Zhang Weidong's so-called "learned a little bit" was terrible. It was simply more powerful and magical than what was written in martial arts novels, so Yuan
The director and others were not surprised when they heard this, but the middle-aged uncle heard it a bit mysterious. If Zhang Weidong didn't really look like a liar, and Director Yuan and other old Chinese doctors respected him so much, he would really have doubted Zhang Weidong
He is a liar pretending to be a miracle doctor.
After Zhang Weidong explained to the uncle, he stopped talking to him and started applying acupuncture with the needle. While applying the acupuncture, he would explain to Director Yuan and others the acupuncture technique and the location of the acupuncture points.
At first, the middle-aged uncle didn't feel much, but as needle after needle was inserted, he felt wisps of heat flow quietly from his left half of the body, which was dull and numb, and then gradually gathered together like countless thin water.
A trickling stream flowed through the left side of his body.
The middle-aged uncle subconsciously moved the five fingers of his left hand. Unexpectedly, he did it relatively easily. He seemed to have regained control of his body as before the stroke.
At this moment, the middle-aged uncle's eyes were moist. For more than half a year, he had been dreaming that he could stretch his legs and arms as easily as before, but the cruelty of reality shattered his dreams again and again. Now he finally saw it again
Arrived at hope.
Although Zhang Weidong has told him that it is impossible to be the same as before, but as long as it can be better, it will be a big surprise for the middle-aged uncle!
Just when the middle-aged uncle was still immersed in controlling the movements of his fingers relatively easily, Zhang Weidong had already taken out the needle.
"Uncle, please come down and take a walk now, are you feeling better?" Zhang Weidong put away the needle, smiled and patted the middle-aged uncle's arm gently.
The middle-aged uncle prepared to get up nervously as he was told. He was really worried that the wonderful feeling just now was just a temporary illusion.
As a habit, the middle-aged uncle used his normal right hand to support his body, then put his feet on the ground and carefully tried to stand up. At this moment, his heart was racing.
Also nervous were Director Yuan and others.
If a patient who suffered a stroke and suffered hemiplegia for half a year could actually partially recover with just acupuncture, this would undoubtedly be an almost miraculous thing in the medical field. Not everyone has the opportunity and qualification to witness this kind of thing.
The middle-aged uncle soon discovered that when his foot touched the ground, the feeling of his left foot was obviously different from before. It was more powerful and down-to-earth.
The middle-aged uncle walked back and forth in the acupuncture room with excitement on his face. Although his movements were still a bit awkward and inconvenient, he looked much more agile than before. It was like a toddler who suddenly made progress.
Some.
Although Director Yuan and others had indescribable confidence in Zhang Weidong's medical skills, at this moment, watching the middle-aged uncle walking back and forth in the acupuncture room, they still couldn't help but fall into shock. They were all dumbfounded until they were middle-aged.
When the uncle stood in front of Zhang Weidong with tears streaming down his face, and bowed and thanked Zhang Weidong repeatedly, they woke up as if from a dream, and then they all looked at Zhang Weidong.
At this moment, they looked at Zhang Weidong with eyes full of pilgrim-like reverence, as if the person standing in front of them was not a young man, but a god!
"Uncle, you don't have to be polite. It is the duty of our doctors to save lives and heal the wounded. Now that you are lying on the bed again, I will take this opportunity to demonstrate to my colleagues how to push the uterus and activate blood circulation for hemiplegia caused by stroke. Next time, they will help you with acupuncture and massage.
." Zhang Weidong smiled.
"Can I ask you for help next time?" The middle-aged uncle followed the instructions and lay down on the bed, and then asked very carefully.
In the eyes of the middle-aged uncle, Zhang Weidong at this time is undoubtedly the reincarnation of Hua Tuo! How dare he treat him as a young man?
