The department is no different from those in other hospitals. The tables and chairs are very simple, but they are very spacious and bright, and they are neatly tidied up.
A doctor in his forties wearing a white coat was carefully performing acupuncture on an old man in a wheelchair.
The old man looked to be in his sixties, his hair was completely white, his thin cheeks showed unhealthy black bruises, and his forehead and corners of his eyes were covered with wrinkles, as if he was about to be sick.
Wearing a gray casual top, his waist is straight without any stoop, which shows that he is a neat and capable person.
Next to him stood a young man in his mid-twenties, with a resolute face like a knife, a cold light in his eyes, a white shirt and a black jacket, and blue veins popping out of his hands holding the wheelchair. At first glance, he was a practicing practitioner.
Master.
I don’t know if he is a family member of the old man, but after seeing Ye Wenqian, he obviously knew him, and a smile appeared on his lips.
"Girl like you, I'm a very old person anyway, how can I be so young?" The old man tilted his head to this side and squeezed out a smile.
Guimen Thirteen Acupuncture is a very aggressive therapy. The instrument is a special hard needle, which is slightly thicker than silver needles and is easier to stimulate acupoints.
Three hard needles had penetrated into the old man's head, and the cranial nerves were affected.
Although it is not painful, it is difficult to control his movements and expressions, and it is very rare to even squeeze out a smile.
"This is the little doctor I called you yesterday. I wonder if he can cure your disease."
Ye Wenqian glanced at Zhang Yang, squinted her eyes and continued: "A dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor. Maybe by chance, the blind cat can catch a dead mouse."
When she said this, even Zhang Yang was a little excessive. After all, he was an old man suffering from a terminal illness. No matter how familiar he was, he would never joke like this.
However, the young man behind the old man shrugged his shoulders and smiled, without any intention of blaming her, but the treating doctor frowned.
This is understandable. He was treating the old man, but Ye Wenqian found another doctor. This dissatisfaction was normal.
"You damn girl, when did my old man become a dead horse? Not a dead rat."
The old man had a complicated and weird expression on his face. He probably wanted to laugh but couldn't control his facial muscles and continued: "Alas! Now I want to take a look at this beautiful little girl like you but I'm not lucky enough. It seems like I'm really waiting to die.
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"What's wrong, old man? Is your condition getting worse again?"
Ye Wenqian stopped joking, squatted in front of the old man with an anxious and worried look, looked into his eyes and asked.
"The blood vessels in the brain continued to be congested and expanded, compressing the visual nerve center, so he was temporarily blind." The treating doctor explained.
After Zhang Yang heard this, he was very curious. The blood vessels in the brain are very thin and fragile, so how can they become congested and swollen? Unless there is a blockage, which is commonly known as cerebral congestion.
However, not to mention that this kind of cerebral congestion symptom can be completely treated by Guimen Thirteen Needles. Even ordinary hospitals can relieve the condition by flushing blood vessels. It is not an incurable disease at all.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but deliberately take a look at the old man's eyes. They were dull and lifeless, the black eyes were almost brown, and the whites of the eyes were horribly white, which made people feel very strange.
"Grandpa, what were the first symptoms of your illness?" Zhang Yang asked.
"Look at how polite people are, and then look at you..."
The old man didn't say it directly, but everyone knew who he was talking about, Ye Wenqian. He paused and continued: "It was just a headache at first, then it felt like it was getting worse, and finally I couldn't use my legs anymore."
His voice began to tremble, and he was obviously lacking in strength.
"Didn't you go to a big hospital to find out what happened?"
Zhang Yang knew that such a situation could be seen more clearly by taking a radiograph, which is obviously aggravating the disease, and taking a radiograph can better analyze the changes in the internal condition of the brain.
In many cases, the advanced medical equipment of Western medicine can really play a big role, which is something that Chinese medicine cannot match. Therefore, Chinese and Western medicine each have their own advantages.
"After checking, it turns out that the blood vessels in the brain are swollen for unknown reasons, compressing the nerves in the brain. Various treatments have been ineffective," the man behind him replied.
"The hospital can only suspect that there is congestion and blockage, but the blood flows normally, which is very strange."
The treating doctor naturally understood the condition better, and while gently turning the hard needles on the acupuncture points, he continued: "I originally wanted to do a craniotomy, but because I was too old, not to mention the central blood vessels of the brain, it is easy to happen.
It was an accident, so I could only choose conservative treatment.”
His Hua Zhangyang also completely understands that if there is congestion, surgery can be performed to remove the congestion, but the brain's nerves and blood vessels are so delicate and fragile that even the slightest carelessness can cause brain damage or even endanger life.
"At least there is a glimmer of hope that surgery can save one's life."
Zhang Yang lowered his head and observed the old man's bruised face before continuing: "Not only is this conservative treatment ineffective, it actually delays the condition. He will definitely die within a month."
"Nonsense, what do you know? Do you really think of yourself as a miracle doctor?" The treating doctor became furious and scolded.
The reason why he was so angry was that he felt that Zhang Yang was disrespectful to the old man, guarding the patient and saying that he would definitely die, so depressing and unlucky words.
Then there is the provocation of his own medical skills. After all, he is trying his best to treat the elderly. This conservative treatment method was also decided after consultation with the hospital's experts.
Just now when Ye Wenqian said that he was a little miracle doctor, the doctor had already questioned and despised him. Zhang Yang is so young. Even if he knows some medical skills, how good can he be?
To be so arrogant, it is a normal reaction for him to be furious.
"I'm not a miracle doctor, but I want to ask, what effect can you give him by treating him like this?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile without being angry.
“By stimulating acupuncture points to slow down the blood flow, we can control the expansion speed of blood vessels and slow down the deterioration of the condition.”
This choice is a method decided by experts and hospital leaders. The old man and the young people next to him also know it, so there is no need for the doctor to hide it.
"Didn't you see that his face turned black and the blood was gradually disappearing?"
"This is just a reaction caused by controlling the slowing down of blood flow. It does not mean that the patient is in any danger. If it is not controlled, the blood vessels will soon compress the nerve center and become a vegetative state."
The doctor saw that his observations were very detailed and his words were indeed those of a medical student. Although he was still dissatisfied, he explained patiently.
Of course, what he said was mainly to explain to the old people and young people in front of him.
"I'm talking about the blood disappearing, not the flow slowing down."
Zhang Yang continued with a look of disdain: "Of course, you can also stimulate the patient's Quhe acupoint and Benxiang acupoint, and cooperate with the heart's Tianchi acupoint to accelerate the patient's blood flow. Maybe you can open the patient's bulging blood vessels."
It is undeniable that he said this with contempt because he remembered the despicable scene of Liang Haoting treating a brain-dead patient at the Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament.
"Young people, you should be straightforward and frank, why bother being secretive?"
Following a loud voice, a tall doctor wearing a white coat walked in.
"Dean Liang, you're here." The doctor just now greeted him respectfully.
The old man is naturally the director of this hospital and Liang Haoting's grandfather, Liang Menyuan. He is in his sixties, with a medium build, a ruddy complexion, gray hair and the air of a scholar.
He heard Zhang Yang's analysis when he was at the door and felt that his words were reasonable.
Originally, the slowdown and disappearance of blood flow will cause facial bruising, which is difficult to distinguish unless it is particularly obvious.
Although Zhang Yang spoke arrogantly, he observed his condition very carefully, which made him feel that this young man was very extraordinary.
Suddenly hearing him talk about stimulating these three acupuncture points, the disdain on his face made Liang Menyuan feel that there was something in his words. After all, these three acupuncture points are taboo for acupuncture.
In order to prevent people with ulterior motives from using this cruel and cruel treatment method, the predecessors of traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture stopped mentioning this method decades ago, causing it to disappear completely in the traditional Chinese medicine world. Therefore, people who are not from a family of traditional Chinese medicine have no idea about this method.
method.
"Am I not frank enough? Isn't this how you, the Thirteenth Acupuncture of Ghost Gate, treat patients?"
"Xuanwen, take out the hard needle first."
Liang Menyuan first told him to stop the treatment, indicating that he had long known that this treatment method had little effect and did not care about the extra time.
After a pause, he said to Zhang Yang: "This hospital was founded by me twenty years ago. At that time, it was just a bungalow. Today, although it is small in scale, it has been recognized by the majority of patients. The so-called doctor's parents' heart, we have always
I haven’t made any dirty money.”
"Although the Thirteen Acupuncture of Ghost Gate is overbearing, it is also a medical skill that saves the world and saves people. In the past, it was misunderstood and even slandered. However, through the establishment of this hospital, people's misunderstanding of this medical skill has been eliminated, and it has gradually gained recognition.
Wouldn’t it be better to promote it to benefit the people?”
It is undeniable that the reason why he explained in such detail was because he felt that Zhang Yang had misunderstood his technique.
As an elder, such patient explanations to a young man are rare and valuable. Zhang Yang naturally understands this and can't help but have a great impression of him.
"Doctors are a very sensitive profession. The purpose is to save people. A little carelessness can kill the patient."
"Well, you are right."
Liang Menyuan's eyes were full of admiration. After all, this sentence sounds simple, but how many people can understand it?
Especially doctors who are engaged in this industry should understand the meaning of this sentence.
How much trust does a patient have when he puts his health, or even his life, in the hands of a doctor?
As a doctor, a slight negligence or even poor medical skills can cause the death of a patient at any time, changing the role of a rescuer into a murderer.
Only doctors who understand this truth will work harder to study medical skills and be more cautious in the treatment process. But how many people who study medicine can do this?
More people just regard it as a profession to support their families... (To be continued)