Wan Yunting followed Nie Xiaoyu and Nie Jiantao into the lobby on the first floor of the villa. It was simply decorated with wooden furniture and many paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls. However, most of them were children's toys, piled under the TV cabinet.
The corner is full of life.
"This way..."
Nie Xiaoyu, Xie Jiantao and the others brought Wan Yunting to a large room. They saw many people standing inside, including two young men in military uniforms and two women in extraordinary clothes.
, and several doctors in white coats...
Sitting next to a big bed was a woman in a white coat. Her name was Huang Hongying, and she was the director of the Beijing Military Region Hospital.
At this moment, Huang Hongying was taking the pulse of an old man leaning on the big bed. This old man was naturally Nie Xiaoyu's grandfather, Nie Shengrong. He was over ninety years old, with short silver hair, a face full of wrinkles and age spots, or maybe
The torture of the disease made the old man look very thin, but his sharp eyes were so bright that people dared not look directly at him.
Wan Yunting, who was brought in by Nie Xiaoyu and Nie Jiantao, glanced at Nie Shengrong who was leaning on the bed. Just by looking at his sharp eyes and the murderous look in his eyes, Wan Yunting made Wan Yunting
His heart was shaken, his expression was dazed, and he secretly screamed: "What a strong murderous aura!"
Not only the murderous aura, but also the military majesty radiating from Nie Shengrong can make people awe-inspiring, knowing that he must be an old hero who has survived the baptism of war.
Wan Yunting's appearance immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the room. Nie Xiaoyu's eldest brother Nie Bayi, her cousin Nie Xuehai, and those two aunts all looked at Wan Yun curiously.
Ting, said: "Xiaoyu, is he Wan Yunting who recently saved Yingguo's great mission?"
Nie Xiaoyu nodded, and grandfather Nie Shengrong, who was leaning on the bed, also fixed his sharp eyes on Wan Yunting. Then he showed a friendly smile and said: "Young man, I like you very much.
calligraphy!"
As soon as these words came out, Wan Yunting was stunned.
Dean Huang Hongying who was sitting by the bed taking his pulse slowly turned around, looked at Wan Yunting, and then said to Nie Shengrong: "Mr. Nie, this is an old problem of yours. Do you need hospitalization?"
Nie Jiantao asked: "Dean Huang, can my father's hidden disease be cured if he is hospitalized?"
Huang Hongying shook her head slightly and said: "Mr. Nie has a hidden disease caused by a serious injury that year. Hospitalization can only temporarily relieve his pain, but it is impossible to cure it."
"not going."
Nie Shengrong, who was leaning on the bedside, waved his hands and said with a smile: "Isn't it just a severe headache occasionally? I can endure it for the rest of my life. There is no need for me to go to the hospital and waste the country's resources."
"Dad, what did you say?"
Nie Shengrong's youngest daughter went over to sit by the bed, held his hand and said, "Every time you get sick, you have a headache that makes you howl like a ghost. Dean Huang asks you to go to the hospital for treatment, which can relieve your pain."
Nie Shengrong couldn't help but throw away his little daughter's hand and snorted dissatisfiedly: "What do you mean by that? Why do you mean that when I get a headache, I will cry like a ghost? Have you ever seen your father shed a tear since you were a child?"
The youngest daughter Nie Nanqing smiled, shook her head and said with a smile: "I really haven't seen it before, but dad, let's go to the hospital and have a look. Even if it can relieve your headache and make you less painful."
"Yes, Dad, just go to the hospital for treatment for a while."
The third daughter also quickly persuaded her.
But Nie Shengrong just didn't want to go. He felt that he was already a lot older and there was no need to go to the hospital to waste national resources. This was the awareness that a veteran should have.
"Grandpa, let Dr. Wan take a look at it for you."
Nie Xiaoyu said immediately and pointed at Wan Yunting beside him. Only then did he react. He did not expect that Nie Xiaoyu's grandfather would appreciate his calligraphy.
"Okay, young man, I admire your calligraphy very much. I heard that girl Xiaoyu said that your medical skills are also very good, and you saved the life of Ambassador Yingguo the day before yesterday.
You have so many abilities at such a young age, you are really not an ordinary person."
Nie Shengrong looked at Wan Yunting with sharp old eyes. In addition to admiring his calligraphy, his granddaughter Nie Xiaoyu also told him many stories about Wan Yunting.
"The old man has given me a reward."
Wan Yunting smiled politely at the old hero with a respectful gesture, and walked over with the medicine box. However, he stopped when he saw the female doctor in a white coat.
Huang Hongying seemed to see his concern, but smiled and said: "I have long heard that Dr. Wan is young, has superb medical skills, and has great rejuvenation. I also visited Ambassador Will a few days ago, but I was not able to cure him.
of heart disease.”
"Now that I have been cured by you, Doctor Wan, it proves that your medical skills are indeed very powerful."
Wan Yunting didn't know Huang Hongying's identity, so Nie Xiaoyu introduced him to him. Wan Yunting smiled politely at Huang Hongying and said, "Dean Huang is overly praised. I'll show it to the old man."
"please."
Huang Hongying took a step back magnanimously and asked Wan Yunting to see Nie Shengrong.
Wan Yunting nodded politely to her, then carried the medicine box over, sat down on the chair next to the bed, put down the medicine box, and said with a smile: "Old man, let me take your pulse first."
"good."
Nie Shengrong smiled and stretched out his right hand to him. While Wan Yunting took his pulse, he looked at his face and slightly deformed head and said, "Old man, have you been shot on the right side of your head?"
Nie Shengrong was startled and said with a smile: "It seems they are right, you do have a few tricks up your sleeve."
"That's right, my head here was shot when I aided Korea, haha, but the Lord of Hell didn't accept me, maybe because he disliked me because I didn't kill many American soldiers, so he spared my life.
.”
Hearing the old man's humorous words, Wan Yunting took his pulse and said with a smile, "Is the shrapnel still in your head?"
"Well, I left a few pieces close to the brain. I also operated on Huang Yatou before to remove the shrapnel, but it was unsuccessful."
Nie Shengrong pointed at Huang Hongying, who was in her forties, and said with a smile.
Huang Hongying also said: "Those three pieces of shrapnel are close to the second quiet chamber of Mr. Nie's brain. If the shrapnel is forcibly removed, it will damage the brain, so there is no other way, so the shrapnel is kept in his brain."
Wan Yunting stood up and came to the left again, and immediately took the pulse on Nie Shengrong's left hand and said: "So the old man occasionally suffers from brain pain and feels like his whole head is about to explode, right?"
"right."
Nie Shengrong nodded and said with a smile: "It doesn't hurt now. Before you guys came here, it hurt so much that I wanted to bang my head against the wall."
Huang Hongying also said: "At first, Mr. Nie's headache was not severe, but the pain has gradually increased in the past two years. If it is not controlled in time now, it may be more difficult in the future."
"Well, that's true."
Wan Yunting let go of Nie Shengrong's left hand pulse. He looked up at Huang Hongying in front of him and asked: "Dean Huang, if you hospitalize this old man, will you perform surgery?"
Huang Hongying nodded. She knew Wan Yunting very well and knew that this man's traditional Chinese medicine was very good.
Especially two days ago, Ambassador Will had a heart attack. She also went to see him, but there was nothing she could do, so she finally went back.
But when she heard that Wan Yunting had cured Ambassador Will's heart disease, Huang Hongying was very surprised and found it incredible.
So she didn't mind Wan Yunting treating Mr. Nie in front of her just now.
"Well, although I can't remove the shrapnel in Mr. Nie's head, I can control the deterioration."
Huang Hongying said.
Wan Yunting nodded and said, "This is indeed a way."
"Then do you have any other options?"
Nie Xiaoyu couldn't help but ask.
Several generations of the entire Nie family were in the room, all looking at Wan Yunting. Immediately, an old woman walked in from outside, and their youngest daughter Nie Nanqing shouted: "Mom..."
"grandmother…"
Nie Xiaoyu and eldest brother Nie Bayi also said hello.
Wan Yunting looked back at Nie Xiaoyu's grandma coming over. Although she was over eighty years old, she looked very good and was very energetic. Nie Xiaoyu briefly introduced Wan Yunting to her grandma, and her grandma also said hello with a smile.
, didn’t say much, just looked at her husband Nie Shengrong with worried eyes, fearing that something would happen to him.
"Don't worry, I won't die yet."
Nie Shengrong gave his wife, who had been with him most of his life, a comforting look and smiled.
"Humph, you can still laugh."
Grandma Cao Yumei gave him a look, silently sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed Nie Shengrong's arm...
"I do have a way to relieve the old man's headache!"
Wan Yunting said immediately.
The Nie family and Huang Hongying present all looked at Wan Yunting, and he smiled and said: "Acupuncture plus medicinal soup!"
"Is that possible?"
Nie Shengrong listened to his method and said: "I also gave acupuncture treatment to the old Chinese doctor named Gu Shiren before, but it didn't have any effect."
Grandma Cao Yumei also nodded and said to Wan Yunting: "I also drank a lot of Chinese medicine, but it didn't have any effect."
Wan Yunting smiled and said: "Old man, does your head still hurt now?"
Nie Shengrong nodded and said, "Well, it hurts a little, but I can bear it."
Wan Yunting said: "Well, I will give you a few injections to try now."
Nie Shengrong nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, then you can do it."
Wan Yunting looked back at Nie Xiaoyu and Nie Jianhua with a smile. Cao Yumei also smiled and said: "Little doctor, give him a few injections and see."
Neither Nie Xiaoyu nor Nie Jiantao had any objections. Everyone knew that Wan Yunting was very skilled in medicine. Even if a few injections given to Nie Shengrong had no effect, nothing would happen.
"good."
Wan Yunting nodded with a smile and asked Nie Shengrong to sit up first. He also opened his medicine box and took out the needle box. Naturally, this set of silver needles was left to him by his master, the Ghost Hand Doctor. He wiped it with alcohol cotton for a few times.
With a silver needle, he came behind Nie Shengrong and touched the right side of his head with his left hand. Sure enough, he felt a depression.
This should be the hole that was made when the bullet broke through his head. With a little force, the old man's face was twisted in pain, but his iron will was able to endure the pain that ordinary people could not bear.
"I'll give you a few injections first..."
As he spoke, Wan Yunting twisted a seven-inch long silver needle in his right hand, and first injected a needle at the Tongtian point in the middle of Nie Shengrong's head, then at the Qiangjian point, then at the Tianchong point on the right, and at the Fubai point.
, downwards is Naan Kong, Fengchi and several other acupuncture points are injected: "Okay."
Such a simple few stitches made the onlookers Nie Xiaoyu, Nie Jiantao and others look a little weird, thinking it was too simple.
Many old Chinese doctors had treated Nie Shengrong before, and also performed acupuncture. Those doctors used dozens of silver needles to prick acupuncture points all over Nie Shengrong's head. It looked very complicated, but had no effect at all.
Now seeing Wan Yunting simply getting a few injections makes the Nie family feel that this is too perfunctory?
However, Huang Hongying, who had been watching from the side, had a serious look on her face and couldn't help but said: "Doctor Wan, are you using the Taiding Acupuncture technique?"
Wan Yunting used inner energy to flow into his hands and was massaging several acupuncture points on Nie Shengrong's back neck. Seeing that Huang Hongying recognized the acupuncture method, he couldn't help but smiled in surprise: "It seems that Director Huang also has a lot of research on our traditional Chinese medicine."
"
"Um…"
Nie Shengrong, who felt very comfortable after being massaged, smiled and said: "This girl's grandfather is very powerful. When we were fighting, her grandfather saved many of our soldiers, but it's a pity that those who stayed in North Korea to aid Korea could not come back."
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Wan Yunting nodded and continued to massage Nie Shengrong's head with internal energy...