Chapter 98 Who said it was an urgent medical treatment?

The haze expression on Meng Qingyang's face was much less, and he said, "He is an old friend of mine and an absolute master of traditional Chinese medicine."

The vice dean shook his head with a wry smile and whispered, "I agree to be a living horse doctor, but can they agree to those old stubborn people in the hospital? If an outsider is allowed to treat a patient in the hospital, it will cause great trouble to our hospital.

"You don't have to say. I'll invite my old friend immediately. Those people, I will try to convince them." After saying that, Meng Qingyang immediately grabbed a cigarette and lit it again and took a deep breath.

"Then I'll go out first." The vice dean sighed and then turned around and walked out of the dean's office.

Time is passing little by little. At lunchtime, Lu Feng received a phone call from Qian Siqi and learned that he and Gu Xiao were both very good. After a morning's assessment, this exam is almost over.

Lunch was still a takeaway. Just as Lu Feng and Shang Wende were eating in the hospital, an ordinary car slowly stopped at the entrance of the alley. Meng Qingyang, the director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, walked out of the car alone and rushed to the hospital.

"Huh? Lao Meng, you have nothing to do with the Three Treasures Hall. Why did you come to me today?

As soon as Shang Wende swallowed a mouthful of food, he looked up and saw Meng Qingyang strode into the hospital.

Meng Qingyang had a wry smile on his face. After walking in, his eyes swept over Lu Feng, and then said, "Lao Shang! I'm here to ask for help. A patient just came to the hospital, and the expert invited from the First People's Hospital in the hospital could not cure the patient. I have used the people with superb medical skills in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital and the First People's Hospital of Western Medicine, but there is still no hope. So I have to ask you to give it a try!"

Shang Wende's face showed surprise, and countless experts from traditional Chinese medicine hospitals and municipal hospitals were helpless?

"What kind of disease does the patient have?" Shang Wende hurriedly asked, and the doctor's essence was revealed.

Meng Qingyang smiled bitterly and said, "Mynia gravis is weak. Now I am on the verge of crisis. You also know this disease. The first rescue is very easy, but there is nothing I can do later, and there will be repeated attacks."

Myasthenia gravis is still a worldwide problem. This is a high-risk arm. Myasthenia gravis crisis can occur many times. It is easy to succeed in one rescue, while the second and third... It is difficult to succeed in rescue. The more this disease goes on, the more serious the condition will become.

Shang Wende nodded seriously. He had treated this disease many times and was finally able to treat and recover, but those patients were not yet in the critical condition.

"Don't be late. Shall we go there now? Is the patient still in the traditional Chinese medicine hospital? Shang Wende quickly asked.

Meng Qingyang nodded with a smile. He is too familiar with this old friend. As long as he agrees to take action, I'm afraid that the child's condition can be controlled. Maybe Shang Wende can rejuvenate and treat the child's condition!

You should know that there are only twelve ghost doctors in the country. If the ghost doctors can't cure them, the child will really be hopeless.

With joy, Meng Qingyang turned his head and looked at Lu Feng. Naturally, he knew the existence of Lu Feng, because he handled Lu Feng's admission ticket for this TCM qualification examination.

"Are you Lu Feng? How are the exams these days? Meng Qingyang asked with a smile.

Lu Feng's eyes showed a trace of doubt when he heard the words. When he wanted to speak, he heard Shang Wende say to him, "Lu Feng, this is Meng Qingyang, the director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital. Just call him Dean Meng. He applied for your admission ticket for this exam.

Lu Feng was shocked, and then showed a grateful expression on his face and said respectfully, "Hello, Dean Meng, thank you for your help this time. Otherwise, I really can't take this exam."

Meng Qingyang waved his hand with a smile and said, "It's okay. You are Lao Shang's apprentice and my nephew's child. If you have anything in the future, just come to me..."

Suddenly, Meng Qingyang's eyes moved, looked at Lu Feng carefully and smiled, "Why don't you come to work in the traditional Chinese medicine hospital and I'll arrange the best treatment for you?"

He is thinking about it in his heart!

Who is Shang Wende, one of the twelve ghost doctors in the country, the master of traditional Chinese medicine, the apprentice he taught will never be a straw bag. Even for Shang Wende's understanding, he has also received a lot of disciples over the years, but this is the only one that can let him hold the apprenticeship ceremony, and for Lu Feng's character, he also came to Shang Wende's apprenticeship ceremony at the beginning, which can be said to have witnessed Lu Feng's conduct with his own eyes. Let his good friend value the apprentice so much, and even look for himself to apply for the admission ticket for this apprentice, which shows that he attaches great importance to Lu Feng.

Let the traditional Chinese medicine hospital get a good seedling in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, and be able to hold Shang Wende from this relationship. This is simply a good thing to kill two birds with one stone!

Lu Feng touched his nose with a wry smile. He did not answer Meng Qingyang, the director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, but took a step back without a trace, and his eyes swept over Shang Wende, who was about to enter the inner room.

Shang Wende also heard Meng Qingyang's words. He immediately stopped, turned around crying and laughing, stared at him, and then said angrily, "Lao Meng, are you here to ask me to treat the patient? Or run to my small medical center to dig the corner of my old man? I'm such a precious apprentice, but your traditional Chinese medicine hospital is full of talents. I won't take you so thick-skinned!"

Meng Qingyang laughed and was not angry because of Shang Wende's anger. Instead, he said with a smile, "I said Lao Shang!" This is about Lu Feng. You are willing to stay in this small hospital, but you can't delay your apprentice? We are all old, and the child's future is important. This matter still depends on his choice. If he is really willing to go to the traditional Chinese medicine hospital with me, I will give him the best treatment.

Shang Wende stared at Meng Qingyang with stern eyes, and then swept over Lu Feng, silently without saying a word.

Lu Feng smiled apologetically at Meng Qingyang and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Dean Meng. Master treats me so kindly that I won't leave here, and I'm not strong enough, and I still need to learn. Of course, if you go to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital to take the exam or something in the future, I hope that President Meng will not turn me out.

Although for a doctor, he can have great development in the hospital, which is also the original text of many people, but for Lu Feng, the disease is not big. Traditional Chinese medicine is extensive and profound. He is just an apprentice. Making money is a matter of the future. Now let's learn medicine well.

Meng Qingyang's face showed a wry smile. His eyes swept over Shang Wende's relaxed face and looked at Lu Feng's wry smile, "You and your master are really stubborn. That's it. I didn't say anything today. No, if you want to work in a traditional Chinese medicine hospital in the future, I still welcome you very much! Today, I want to tell you that the door of the traditional Chinese medicine hospital will always be open for you as long as you want.

Lu Feng smiled and said, "Then I'll thank Dean Meng first. If Master doesn't want me in the future, I will go to your place to ask for food."

His words were suspected of joking, but the effect was very good. Shang Wende showed a satisfied smile on his face, and even Meng Qingyang looked like he couldn't laugh or cry.

Shang Wende, who was about to enter the inner room to pack up his things, was afraid that his old friend who dug the wall would be encouraged again. He quickly said to Lu Feng, "Lu Feng, go in and pack up your things, carry the medicine box on your back, and remember to disinfect my set of silver needles and put them in."

Lu Feng nodded silently, and then with a trace of apology, Meng Qingyang nodded and strode into the inner room.

Looking at Lu Feng's disappeared back, Meng Qingyang praised, "Lao Shang, you are a good apprentice!" I don't know fame and fortune**. This kind of young man is rare now.

A trace of pride flashed on Shang Wende's face and said with a smile, "You don't see who accepted the apprentice. Am I Shang Wende an ordinary person?"

Meng Qingyang rolled his eyes at Shang Wende and said disdainfully, "Say you're fat, and you're still gasping. All right. I don't know who took one apprentice after another before. Didn't you drive you away in the end? This time you are just a blind cat that meets a dead mouse and has bad luck.

Shang Wende was angry and turned his head to ignore this old friend who hurt him.

In the inner room, Lu Feng heard the words of Master and Meng Qingyang clearly, and couldn't help smiling bitterly in his heart. The two brothers really had a casual quarrel. He packed up quickly. Four or five minutes later, he put everything he needed into the medicine box and quickly walked out.

At this time, in the hall of the seriously ill area on the fourth floor of the treatment department of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, there were ten elderly Western doctors and traditional Chinese medicine doctors gathered here. Everyone was helpless about the child's condition. Several old doctors called other friends to ask if there was any treatment. The result disappointed everyone.

Even Du Yumei, who came in a hurry, dialed a friend of the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and there was no way to treat it.

"I suggest that you have an operation immediately, and you can't delay any longer. This is the second time that the child has been ill. If it is rescued, there may be a glimmer of life. If it is delayed like this, I'm afraid the child will not last for a few hours. One

The old doctor in white overalls and wearing goggles said in a low voice. He is a highly-honored old doctor of the First People's Hospital of the City, and an authoritative expert in internal surgery in Jiyang City.

"Yes, we can't wait any longer. Who knows where Dean Meng went to hire someone? This child's condition can't be delayed!" The speaker was an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor with white hair, and he was one of the five old traditional Chinese medicine doctors in the examination of traditional Chinese medicine qualification certificate. As soon as he finished organizing the assessment, he suddenly heard that there was a serious illness and hurried over.

At this time, the five old traditional Chinese medicine doctors responsible for the examination of the qualification certificate of traditional Chinese medicine were all gathered here, worried one by one.

The vice dean frowned, and there was a wry smile on his face. He looked at the worried old doctors and hurriedly stopped him, "I think it's better to wait!" Since the dean can invite people in person, I think the person who was invited should have some ability. Maybe he can really treat the patient's illness!"

An old traditional Chinese medicine doctor showed an unhappy look on his face and said in a low voice, "If so many of us can't cure the disease, can someone in Jiyang City cure it well?" It's nonsense. I think the dean is also in a hurry to see a doctor.

Others have shown a look of agreement. They are the most prestigious old doctors in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital and the First People's Hospital of the City. They are the oldest qualified. Everyone has their own authoritative medical skills. They can be said to be experts among experts. How can anyone be better than them? If there was such a person in Jiyang City, I'm afraid he would have been famous for a long time.

"Who said that he was in a hurry to see a doctor?" A majestic voice sounded in the hall, which immediately attracted the eyes of everyone in the hall.

With a faint smile, Meng Qingyang looked at ten old traditional Chinese medicine doctors, and then said, "This is Dr. Shangwen Deshang. He now runs a hospital. Let him have a try. Maybe he can really treat it."