Chapter 307 The Relife of Hua Tuo

I heard that Zhang Weidong was going to give the patient acupuncture and massage in person. Everyone was looking forward to it, but Director Yuan was inevitably a little frustrated, because he was in the clinic today, and it was not convenient to walk away for a long time.

Zhang Weidong obviously knew Director Yuan's thoughts and said with a smile, "My acupuncture techniques and acupuncture points for treating stroke hemiplegia are a little special. Director Yuan, let's go and have a look together. It won't take much time."

Zhang Weidong's words were exactly what Director Yuan wanted. When he heard the words, he was naturally overjoyed and hurriedly stood up and said hello.

When I opened the door, I saw that it was Jin Yu and Dong Qin who had just lost their temper. People who knew about it couldn't help but be a little surprised. Jin Yu and Dong Qin were shocked when they saw that the door of the outpatient room was suddenly pushed open, and then a lot of doctors came out of it. They were quite embarrassed and shocked.

When did there suddenly be so many doctors in the outpatient room?

Seeing that Jin Wei and Dong Qin were waiting outside the door, Director Yuan was too lazy to talk about it. He just hugged Zhang Weidong with everyone and walked to the acupuncture room, and of course, the middle-aged uncle.

Seeing the two of them waiting outside the door, the doctor walked away. Jin Lu and Dong Qin were very annoyed but also more surprised, because they found that everyone seemed to surround the little white face like the stars and the moon.

"Dong Qin, have you found anything wrong? Look at the posture, as if that little white face is Director Yuan?" Jin You couldn't help asking with a puzzled face.

"I was just about to say that too! And have you noticed that when Director Yuan drove us out before, it was after that little white face said something? It seems that the words of the little white face are very important to Director Yuan. Dong Qin nodded and then said thoughtfully.

"I was just angry and didn't think about it. What you said is really the same thing. And now that I think about it, it seems that President Lu also suddenly changed his attitude after hearing that young man. The doubt on Jin's face became stronger.

Just then, Jin You's mobile phone rang, and the phone was made by Vice President Xu Chuanyun.

"Honor, Uncle Xu." Jin Lu shouted reluctantly.'s voice.

"Are you going back now or in the hospital?" Xu Chuanyun asked.

"What's the matter?" Jin Lu didn't want to be known by Xu Chuanyun that they finally chose to wait in the hospital and asked back.

"Whether you are back or still in the hospital, I solemnly tell you one thing now. You must remember that if you want to cure the disease, you must have more respect for the young doctor, and you'd better apologize to him." Xu Chuanyun said solemnly. When saying this, Xu Chuanyun still couldn't believe it. At Zhang Weidong's age, he was not only the chief doctor, but also a member of the provincial medical expert group. His medical skills were amazing, and even Director Yuan and others are now his students.

Not long ago, Lu Yicun revealed a little about Zhang Weidong to him. After all, he is the vice president of the hospital, and some things can't be bypassed.

"What! Do you think I still have to apologize to that little white face? Jin Yu couldn't help screaming.

On the other side of the phone, he heard Jin Lu's almost screaming harshly, and a trace of anger flashed on his face. If it hadn't been for the sake of her father being the district chief and a little friendship, he really wanted to hang up the phone like this.

But even so, Xu Chuanyun's voice still cooled down and said, "I mean it's better to do this. Of course, it's your business not to apologize. I won't talk about the details."

After saying that, Xu Chuanyun hung up the phone.

Jin Wei stood in place with the phone in a daze. Queuing up according to the rules was already a world of coward for her Miss Jin. Unexpectedly, Xu Chuanyun called to suggest her to apologize, and the object was the little white face that made her wish to be cut!

What is this? Is the daughter of her district chief Jin so worthless? Is it so lowly?

"Is it Dean Xu? What did he say?" Seeing that Jin Yu was so angry that his face completely changed, Dong Qin asked curiously.

"What? He said that if he wanted to cure the disease, he had better apologize to the little white face!" Jin Yu said angrily.

"Isn't it? Did he really say that?" Dong Qin asked with an unbelievable face.

"That's what he said! But it's just an intern, why? Humph, it doesn't matter. Anyway, it's Old Yuan who sees a doctor and it's not him. He doesn't want his aunt to apologize to that little white face!" Jin Yu curled his lips and said disdainfully.

"What do you mean by Dean Xu's special phone call? Do you think if we don't apologize to the little white face, Director Yuan won't treat me well? After all, it is Dong Qin who is sick. Jin Qian can play a young lady's temper, but Dong Qin's heart is a little empty after all.

"Do he dare? If he dares to do this, I have to sue him!" Jin Yu raised his eyebrows and said with his eyes.

"What dare you do? If he really doesn't treat me well and talk nonsense, we don't understand! Besides, do you feel that the doctors and Dean Lu just now seem to attach great importance to the little white face? Dong Qindao.

"It seems to be a little bit! But he has a small white face, and there is only one attending doctor. Do you think this kind of guess is realistic? Jin Lu thought for a moment, and then asked sarcastically.

Dong Qin was speechless to refute, and what Jin Yu said was a fact. The profession of doctor is not a child's house. It requires real materials, especially the accumulation of experience in traditional Chinese medicine. Zhang Weidong's little white face is only in his early twenties at most. It is really impossible to achieve such a position in the hospital. It is almost the same as an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor like Director Yuan.

When Jin Wei and Dong Qin were talking outside the outpatient clinic, Zhang Weidong had let the middle-aged uncle lie in ** and prepare to give him an injection.

"I have learned some internal skills, and I will be lucky when applying the needle, so the effect of applying the needle for the first time will be better, and the effect will not be so obvious in the future, but applying the needle in a month will definitely be effective, and your legs and feet will become more and more convenient day by day. After a month, there is no need to apply needles again. It mainly depends on your own [luck] movement and family massage, and slowly recuperate in terms of diet. Zhang Wei took out the needle and explained it to the middle-aged uncle.

Regarding Zhang Weidong's internal skills, Director Yuan and others know something, especially Bai Jie, who knows how terrible Zhang Weidong's so-called learning is, which is even more magical than what is written in martial arts novels, so Director Yuan and others were not surprised to hear the words, but the middle-aged uncle heard it a little mysterious. . If Zhang Weidong didn't look like a liar, Director Yuan and other old traditional Chinese medicine doctors respected him so much, he would really suspect that Zhang Weidong was a liar pretending to be a magic doctor.

After Zhang Weidong explained to his uncle, he no longer continued to talk to him, but began to apply the needle with a needle. While applying the needle, he would also explain to Director Yuan and others how to apply the needle and the position of the acupuncture point.

At the beginning, the middle-aged uncle didn't feel much, but with the insertion of a needle, he felt wisps of heat flowing quietly from his left body, which he felt dull and numb, and then gradually converged into a trickle stream like countless fine water, flowing through his left body.

The middle-aged uncle subconsciously moved his left five fingers, but he didn't expect to do it more easily. He seemed to regain control of his body as before he had a stroke.

At this moment, the middle-aged uncle's eyes were moist. For more than half a year, he had been dreaming that he could stretch his legs and arms as easily as before, but the cruelty of reality shattered his dream again and again, and now he finally sees hope again.

Although Zhang Weidong has told him that it is impossible to be as good as before, as long as it can be better, it is already a great surprise for the middle-aged uncle!

Just when the middle-aged uncle was still immersed in the action of controlling his fingers more easily, Zhang Weidong had already taken out the needle.

"Uncle, come down and have a walk now. Is it better?" Zhang Weidong put away the needle and patted the middle-aged uncle's arm gently with a smile.

The middle-aged uncle was a little nervous and ready to get up. He was really a little worried that the wonderful feeling just now was just a temporary illusion.

Habitually, the middle-aged uncle supported his body with his normal right hand, and then landed on his feet, carefully trying to stand up. At this moment, his heart raised his eyes.

Director Yuan and others are also nervous.

Patients with stroke hemiplegia for half a year, if they really recover part of acupuncture, this is undoubtedly a miracle in the medical field. Not everyone has the opportunity to witness this kind of thing.

When the middle-aged uncle soon found that his foot landed on the ground, the feeling of his left foot was obviously different from before. It was more powerful and more down-to-earth.

The middle-aged uncle walked a few times in the acupuncture room with an excited face. Although his actions were still a little awkward and inconvenient, they looked much better than before. It seems that the toddler suddenly improved a little.

Although Director Yuan and others had indescribable confidence in Zhang Weidong's medical skills, at this moment, watching the middle-aged uncle walking back and forth in the acupuncture room, they still couldn't help falling into shock. They were all stunned as clay sculptures, until the middle-aged uncle stood in front of Zhang Weidong with tears and bowed to They just woke up from a dream, and then looked at Zhang Weidong with their eyes.

At this moment, their eyes looking at Zhang Weidong were full of pilgrimage-like piety and admiration, as if the one standing in front of them was not a young man, but a god!

"Uncle, you're welcome. It's our doctor's duty to save lives and help the wounded. Now that you lie in ** again, I will take this opportunity to show my colleagues the method of hemiplegia to promote blood circulation. Next time, they will help you with acupuncture and massage. Zhang Weidong laughed.

"Can you help me next time?" The middle-aged uncle lay down to **, and then asked very carefully.

In the eyes of the middle-aged uncle, Zhang Weidong at this time is undoubtedly the reborn of Hua Tuo! How dare you treat him as a young man?