167 Want to be a teacher? Okay, autopsy the corpse first
"I want you to be my teacher? Feng Qingchen, you are thinking too much. How could I want you to be my teacher?" Sun Zhengdao's reaction was even greater than that of Feng Qingchen. He must have looked like you are not stupid.
No matter how you look at it, it seems outrageous that Feng Qingchen dared to think about it.
Feng Qingchen thought that who she was could make Wang Jinling his teacher just by curing his eye disease. She was too naive.
Feng Qingchen also knew that he was thinking the wrong way. He smiled awkwardly and bowed quickly: "I also feel that I have thought too much. With Qingchen's ability, how can it be possible to accept a disciple? Qingchen really doesn't know, so why bother asking Sun
The doctor made it clear."
How could she accept a disciple? She didn't come to ancient times to promote Western medicine. She also wanted to learn Chinese medicine.
"Ahem..." Sun Zhengdao coughed in embarrassment, his face turned red, and he said bravely: "There is no need to belittle yourself, your medical skills are quite good, you have specializations in the field, you are good at trauma, and your suturing skills and
The treatment of wounds is extraordinary. This is my son, Sun Sixing, and he wants to become your disciple and learn the art of wound treatment and suturing."
It's embarrassing, it's embarrassing, the son of the dignified head of Taiyuan Hospital actually takes someone else as his teacher. This makes him feel so embarrassed, but his stubborn son refuses to listen to advice.
If he hadn't stopped him, he would have knelt down outside Feng Mansion and begged Feng Qingchen to accept him as his disciple.
"Ah... Mr. Ling? He wants to learn wound treatment and suturing techniques. I will teach him. There is no need to worship me as a teacher." Feng Qingchen had no intention of hiding his secrets. He did not teach it to the people in the Taiyuan Hospital before.
Those people are really annoying.
She didn't know what she wanted to learn, and even blamed her in a roundabout way. How could she be willing to teach the other person poorly and still be scolded? She really thought that she, Feng Qingchen, was a holy mother.
"How can this be done? Without the name of master and disciple, how can I learn your secret skills?" Sun Zhengdao was not willing to do this.
"It's not a secret skill. Doctor Sun is too serious. It's just suturing the wound. It's not a secret skill. Where is your master, I'll teach him right away. I'm sure he will be able to do it in a quarter of an hour." It's not that difficult to suture the wound.
Feng Qingchen believed that both Imperial Physician Sun and his son could learn it by watching her do it once.
Unexpectedly, when Sun Zhengdao saw her like this, he began to ponder again. He secretly thought that Feng Qingchen could heal Wang Jinling's eyes, deal with His Royal Highness Luo Wang's troublesome hands, and also have the stroke first aid. Maybe she knew...
At this point, it would not necessarily be embarrassing to have your son become her teacher.
His medical skills are among the best in Dongling, but he does not have the ability to cure Wang Jinling's eye disease. He has also seen Luo Wang's injuries. If he were to deal with it, even if His Highness Luo Wang could save his life, his legs would be ruined.
This Feng Qingchen is more powerful than he imagined. His son's choice may be normal. After a change of thought, Sun Zhengdao said to Feng Qingchen: "It's not urgent. If Miss Feng is free, can you do me a favor?"
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Sun Zhengdao's tone suddenly became polite. Although Feng Qingchen was bound to have a monster when something went wrong, she could not allow her to back down at this time. She still expected him to take her to see the Nine Emperors Uncle. He said proudly: "Sun
Even if the imperial physician opens his mouth, he will never refuse anything that Qingchen can do."
"Okay, Miss Feng is so happy. I just said frankly, Miss Feng, my wife is feeling a little unwell, and I would like to ask Dr. Feng to diagnose and treat my husband." Sun Zhengdao could also give Feng Qingchen a try.
If Feng Qingchen had a few moments, he would have promised his son to become his teacher. If Feng Qingchen only knew that, he would beat his son to death and not allow him to become his teacher. At most, he would only be allowed to follow Feng Qingchen.
Feng Qingchen learns the art of suturing.
Treat Mrs. Sun?
It would be a lot of trouble to have a disease that cannot be cured by Dangdang Taiyuan Hospital.
Feng Qingchen was a little worried, but in this case, he could only hold on to his hair and pray that it wasn't cancer.
Under the leadership of Sun Zhengdao, Feng Qingchen came to the inner courtyard. Standing at the door, he heard the sound of a woman groaning in pain. Sun Zhengdao stepped forward and immediately asked the maid: "Madam's pain has not been relieved yet?"
"Please leave it to the master, yes." The maid lowered her head and said.
Sun Zhengdao nodded worriedly, but obviously this was not the first time he had the disease. Sun Zhengdao did not panic, and only said: "Go, call the eldest son, and tell Dr. Feng that he is here."
After all, I have to let my son see if Feng Qingchen has this ability.
Sigh... If she still doesn't understand after seeing this scene, her two lives will be in vain.
Feng Qingchen sighed for a while. Since ancient times, only masters have been able to test their apprentices, but how can any apprentice be tested as a master? Thinking about her as a master, even if she becomes a master, she probably won't have any majesty to speak of.
Regarding the matter of accepting a disciple, Feng Qingchen expressed that he was not happy at all, but only felt it was troublesome.
Stepping into the room, I saw a woman about thirty years old lying on the bed, her face turned pale with pain. The woman's body was somewhat plump, but she was very haggard at this time. She was holding her stomach.
In addition, Dr. Sun couldn't do anything, so Feng Qingchen probably suffered from some kind of illness, so he apologized and went forward to check.
It is a medical practice to first check the clinical response and let the doctor judge the disease, so Feng Qingchen did not have a smart medical kit, so he just stepped forward to ask a few questions, and then pressed his hand on Mrs. Sun's upper right abdomen: "Ouch..."
As she pressed the affected area, Mrs. Sun's pain worsened.
"It's throbbing, it's still severe colic." Feng Qingchen's face was calm, with no trace of a smile on his face, and he looked extremely serious.
"Severe pain, it hurts so much." Mrs. Sun was in so much pain that she had no strength left.
Sun Zhengdao stood aside, looking at Feng Qingchen's look and expression, and couldn't help but slow down his breathing. At the same time, he did not dare to step forward for fear of disturbing Feng Qingchen.
"Does it hurt here?" Feng Qingchen pressed lightly on his stomach again.
"No pain."
"What about here?"
"It hurts." The fat lady trembled with pain all over her body.
Feng Qingchen took back his hand and looked at Mrs. Sun's eyelids. Well, the whites of her eyes and her face were slightly yellowish. She continued to ask: "Do you have any symptoms of nausea or vomiting? When you were sick before, you would have fever from time to time..."
"Yes, yes."
Feng Qingchen nodded and continued: "When did you get sick this time?"
"Yesterday, last night."
"Did you eat something greasy, and then you felt a cramp in your abdomen?" Feng Qingchen could basically judge the symptoms, but he just had to confirm again.
"Yes, yes, I feel pain in the middle of the night after dinner." Mrs. Sun was really shaking from the pain.
"Okay, I understand." Feng Qingchen nodded, not rushing to a conclusion.
Mrs. Sun's symptoms can basically be diagnosed as acute cholecystitis, but once the diagnosis is confirmed, there are still indispensable tests.
Although Feng Qingchen has rich medical experience, she still needs to use various instruments to prove her judgment. Even if she believes in her judgment, she must provide sufficient scientific basis. This is a responsible attitude towards the patient.
In modern times, even if she can diagnose acute cholecystitis, she will definitely ask the patient to undergo a liver and gallbladder scan and ultrasound, and she cannot make fun of the patient's body.
Even experienced doctors with rich clinical experience may make mistakes sometimes, so CT examinations are generally not uncommon.
And this is the reason why Western medicine is more popular than traditional Chinese medicine in modern times. The various examination techniques of Western medicine, coupled with intuitive treatment, are more convincing. At the same time, as long as they do not encounter complex diseases, even a junior doctor can
Wrong medicine will not be prescribed.
Just use whatever medicine is needed for any disease. Treat stomach pain, treat foot pain, and never care about anything else.
Traditional Chinese medicine is different. Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to one person's treatment. According to traditional Chinese medicine, even if the same disease occurs in different patients, the medicines and dosages used will be different. After all, everyone's physical condition is different.
This requires richer experience and accurate judgment, so the traditional Chinese medicine industry is only valuable when you are older, because only then will people believe you and avoid misdiagnosis based on experience.
With the help of his sleeves, Feng Qingchen activated the smart medical bag. The beeping sound of the smart medical bag was completely covered up by Mrs. Sun's moans.
Feng Qingchen held Mrs. Sun's hand and examined Mrs. Sun while checking the diagnostic results of the smart medical bag.
Sun Zhengdao had been staring at Feng Qingchen, but at this moment the door opened with a bang, Sun Zhengdao had to look away, and Feng Qingchen also successfully checked the diagnosis results.
As she judged, it was acute gallbladder, accompanied by gallbladder necrosis, and required surgical treatment to remove the necrotic gallbladder.
Feng Qingchen put down his sleeves, already confident...
"Doctor Feng." The person who rushed into the door was a young man of about twenty years old. The young man's face was fair, not a sickly fair face, but the result of not seeing the sun for a long time. He looked at Feng Qingchen with a look of enthusiasm and admiration.
As soon as he came in, he gave a big salute to Feng Qingchen: "Master, please accept my disciple's bow."
Feng Qingchen quickly avoided it and refused to accept his gift.
"Young Master Sun, you're welcome." She hasn't agreed to accept a disciple yet, and besides...
The wannabe apprentice (7) tested the master. As a master, of course she can also test the apprentice.
Want to be her apprentice? You can...
Let me develop your courage first. I remember that her first lesson was to dissect a corpse, and she didn’t dare to start with the knife. When the instructor cut the knife, her face turned pale, and when the instructor took out the organs one by one, she
I was so scared that I rolled my eyes and fainted on the spot. For a whole week, I vomited whatever I ate. I ate a bowl of fat sausage noodles and vomited my stomach directly.
However, this kind of thing got better once she got used to it, and later she could watch her schoolmates dissecting corpses and eating fat sausage noodles without changing her expression.
If you want to be her apprentice, you must pass this level.
I don't know if Sun Sixing, who is weak and elegant, has that kind of ability.
If there is, then great, she has found a good assistant who can ravage her hard; if not, I'm sorry, she Feng Qingchen will never accept her.
Feng Qingchen's eyes were half-squinted, exuding a dangerous aura. Sun Zhengdao and Sun Sixing shuddered at the same time. They both had a bad feeling. They raised their heads to look at Feng Qingchen. She had already calmed down her emotions and asked Mrs. Sun
Sun Zhengdao was informed of the diagnosis result.
"That's right. I don't know how Miss Feng can cure her." Sun Zhengdao said seriously.
This concerns his wife's health and his son's future.
"Yes." Feng Qingchen remained concise, her eyelashes trembling slightly to cover up the light in her eyes.
If you want me to treat your wife, you can...
Take me to see the Nine Emperors Uncle first!
A note to readers:
Everyone knows A Cai’s style. It’s never just about love... The relationship between the hero and heroine needs to be slowly warmed up and shared one by one.