Chapter six hundred and eighty third gastric cancer patients
Originally, this old man named Wen Zhaoming lived on the second floor.
In the ward next to him lived a thirteen-year-old girl with leukemia.
The little girl was ignorant and a little noisy. The old man was very disgusted and said a few more words.
As a result, the little girl's grandfather quit, and the two old men had a huge quarrel. If they hadn't been persuaded, the two would have almost engaged in a full-on martial arts show.
After mediation, the old man was placed in the ward on the third floor, and Zhang Yang promised to do a full body examination for him and the little girl, which appeased him.
The little girl is in the middle stage of leukemia. Unfortunately, her family does not have a suitable bone marrow, so she has to wait for a bone marrow match.
Seeing that the child's condition was getting worse and the family was worried, they suddenly saw a video about the free clinic at Fuyimen Hospital.
Almost immediately, the family took their child to Fuyimen Hospital for treatment.
They were lucky enough to be among the first batch of medical seekers, so they got a ward.
The little girl's condition is relatively stable, and there is no need to use precious Nine Yang Qi for treatment for the time being.
Moreover, this blood disease affects almost the whole body, so Zhang Yang adopted a treatment plan that combines acupuncture and medication.
Originally, the little girl's family hoped for immediate results, but after Zhang Yang's explanation, he said that no bone marrow transplant was needed and they would definitely be given a healthy and beautiful daughter.
Although they were still surprised by such a promise, they still chose to believe Zhang Yang.
During this period of treatment, the little girl's various indicators continued to develop in a good direction. While everyone was amazed, the family's slightly hung hearts dropped.
As soon as Zhang Yang entered the door, the old man's two daughters-in-law rushed to greet him.
Zhang Yang didn't have a good impression of these two daughters-in-law.
The two of them seemed to be very filial to the old man, but Zhang Yang could actually see that they were both the kind of mean, unkind, and careless masters.
Zhang Yang also heard that the old man was originally the chairman of Donghai Fumei Construction Group. Because of his advanced age and illness, he resigned from the position of chairman.
However, although he has resigned from his position, he still firmly holds the shares.
It is said that he has three sons and two daughters. The eldest daughter-in-law and the second daughter-in-law are in front of him. The third daughter-in-law will bring her daughter to see grandpa every day, and from time to time she will bring her own soup.
Since the old man was admitted to the hospital, these two people have moved in with him.
Naturally, they were so diligent and diligent in order to get more inheritance from the old man's will.
Zhang Yang was disgusted with these two women, so he responded lightly and walked straight to the old man.
Although the old man has a bit of a hot temper, he is still reasonable.
What's more, he also knew that Zhang Yang's medical skills were amazing, and he had to choose to retire early due to his health, so he valued the doctor in front of him who might bring him good news.
It's a pity that Zhang Yang's schedule is already full and he refuses to accept any benefits, so he can only wait.
Fortunately, the last incident gave him the opportunity to have a full physical examination as an exception, which made him overjoyed.
Although he firmly believes that there is no panacea in this world that can cure all diseases, let alone a doctor that can cure all diseases, Zhang Yang's appearance seems to constantly challenge his cognition.
The repeated attacks and miraculous cures had given him great confidence in this young miracle doctor.
"Mr. Wen, I didn't disturb your rest, did I?" Zhang Yang said politely.
Although this old gentleman had a bit of a temper, Zhang Yang learned from Feng Yanran that this man was not only a successful entrepreneur, but also a philanthropist who was enthusiastic about charity.
Whether it was for fame or for some other reason, Wen Zhaoming was said to have donated a total of RMB 300 million over the past decades, and Zhang Yang felt that this person was worthy of respect.
"Dr. Zhang is here?"
Mr. Wen has been in a good mood these days. He was listening to the Yue Opera "Huangmei Opera" just now, and he hummed a few lines to the beat from time to time.
Judging from his voice and charm, he is really well-organized and seems to be a senior fan.
As soon as he saw Zhang Yang coming, he immediately sat up and turned off the music.
"You're welcome, old man. I just came to check on your condition."
Zhang Yang said while staring at Mr. Wen.
In fact, he had long seen that he was not only suffering from cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases common among the elderly, but also had a fatal and fatal disease hidden in him - gastric cancer!
However, he is still in the early stages of gastric cancer, and apart from occasional retching or bloating, there is nothing serious.
Even with modern testing methods, a true diagnosis cannot be made.
In order for the old man to be convinced of his conclusion and accept treatment, Zhang Yang deliberately waited for some time.
Not only that, when he checked the old man's pulse last time, he even used his internal energy to stimulate the lesion and make it burst out quickly.
Mr. Wen has long been looking forward to Zhang Yang coming to give him a full body examination. It is best to be able to cure his illness like others.
Now that Zhang Yang is finally here, he doesn't hide it and says directly: "I've been feeling a little bloated lately, my stomach is bulging, I can't eat anything, I feel retching when I drink water, and I feel like I'm sleeping.
My mouth sometimes feels a little sour, and my sleep is always restless."
After Mr. Wen said this, and with the evidence of his improvement at the moment, Zhang Yang was already 80% sure that the old man's disease had begun to erupt.
However, he still took his pulse as usual.
"Doctor, is there no big problem?" the eldest daughter-in-law couldn't help but ask.
"Sister-in-law, didn't you see the little miracle doctor checking your pulse? Keep your voice down!" the second daughter-in-law said immediately.
The eldest daughter-in-law smiled awkwardly when she heard this, and then glared at her fiercely.
Zhang Yang was already accustomed to the intrigue between the sisters-in-law, so he naturally ignored it.
Even the old man knew it very well, with a disdainful sneer on his lips.
"Mr. Wen, I think it's like this. I'll give you an injection first, which should relieve your symptoms. After you go to the bathroom, you can have a comfortable sleep."
"It would be great if I could get some sleep." The old man said with a smile.
Zhang Yang slightly gestured to He Haitao who was following behind him, and the latter immediately presented the silver needle that had been prepared.
Because Zhang Yang usually uses acupuncture every time he takes him, He Haitao always carries at least two sets of silver needles with him.
Sometimes, Zhang Yang would also let him try to get started.
"Mr. Wen, I'm going to prick your Yongquan, Dadu, Yinbai, and Xinggu acupoints at five points. If you feel the soles of your feet are hot and you can't stand it anymore, just shout."
"The soles of my feet are hot..." Wen Zhaoming looked at Zhang Yang strangely.
Because he clearly heard Zhang Yang say that his Yongquan point was stabbed, and it was not Ai Zhi, so how could the soles of his feet be hot?
In fact, not only him, but also Mr. Wen's two daughters-in-law and the nurses who came with him looked at Zhang Yang in disbelief.
However, He Haitao had some knowledge, and with Zhang Yang's first aid at the accident scene in the morning, he finally vaguely guessed what was going on.
Zhang Yang smiled and without any explanation, he directly took out the filiform needle and inserted it accurately into the Yongquan point on the sole of Wen Zhaoming's right foot.
Then he took out four long needles and inserted them into four other acupoints almost simultaneously.
Zhang Yang's accurate identification of acupoints and quick techniques have long been known to He Haitao, but the technique of selecting four acupoints at the same time still amazed him.
As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door.
But this time He Haitao was also inexplicable.
Mr. Wen's problem is obviously only a cardiovascular and cerebrovascular disease, but except for the Yongquan point, the other acupoints are the main acupuncture points for stomach treatment.
Taibai activates blood circulation and removes blood stasis, mostly relieves qi, suppresses whiteness, nourishes the stomach and strengthens the spleen, and relieves intestinal qi.
Could it be that Mr. Wen has something wrong with his stomach?
It shouldn’t be!
At this time, because of Zhang Yang's promise, he intentionally or unintentionally regarded Wen Zhaoming as the focus of attention.
He knew the old man's various test data by heart, but he read them every day.
Thinking of what Zhang Yang had just said to Gu Penghui in the emergency room, he vaguely felt that he had overlooked some important details.
For a moment, He Haitao couldn't help but tighten his fists.
In Zhang Yang's case, although there is almost no doctor who is completely free from mistakes, as Zhang Yang's first chosen disciple - even though Zhang Yang always said it was just for communication - He Haitao actually has very high requirements for himself.
What's more, he was originally a person who was so strict with himself that he was almost paranoid.
If not for this, it would be impossible for him to still have the acupuncture and massage skills that Zhang Yang considered acceptable in the eyes of Zhang Yang when Chinese medicine is in decline.
He couldn't help but recall that Mr. Wen's words just now were indeed related to stomach bloating and retching.
However, at his age, the functions of the body's organs decline or even gradually fail, and gastrointestinal discomfort is also normal.
However, in my impression, every time Zhang Yang used an acupuncture, he must have a targeted target, and he always targeted major diseases.
For ordinary headaches and brain fever, he would either write down a prescription and have someone take the medicine according to the prescription, or he would simply give it a massage.
At first, they thought it was a bit perfunctory, but what was surprising was that every time Zhang Yang made a move, the effect was excellent, which could be described as superb.
He was already in awe of Zhang Yang's miraculous medical skills.
He is also considered to have a family background. He talked about Zhang Yang's medical skills with the old man at home who has been immersed in acupuncture and massage all his life over the phone. The old man was amazed and just told him to study humbly and not to miss such a God-given opportunity.
He himself believed so.
He Haitao has not known Zhang Yang for a long time, but he will never think that Zhang Yang made an exception because of Wen Zhaoming's rich status.
In his opinion, if Zhang Yang wanted to make money, it couldn't be easier.
As long as he is willing, there are countless rich people suffering from chronic diseases begging him to take action, so why bother here.
When He Haitao thought of this, he couldn't help but concentrate his energy.
He stared intently at Zhang Yang's hands, hoping to see clearly what method he used to make Wen Zhaoming's Yongquan point feel burning.
At least in his understanding, simply stimulating acupuncture points with silver needles will never produce a burning sensation. (To be continued)