Chapter 291 Judge's Pen and 'Chicken Blood' Therapy

in the hospital.

Every consultation means a tough "battle".

This proves that a single doctor has no confidence or ability to treat this disease, and other doctors are needed to work together.

In recent years, as Wang Mengde's medical skills have become more and more advanced, his abilities have won the trust of all the medical staff at Guang'anmen Hospital.

Whenever they have problems they can't solve, they come to him for consultation.

Even other hospitals, when they encounter an emergency, will call him for help if conditions permit.

Especially for patients with difficult and complicated diseases and in critical situations where they are on the verge of death, Wang Mengde's superb acupuncture skills have saved countless patients.

Whether it is to stop heavy bleeding, stimulate the patient, inspire potential, or save life, the effect is immediate.

Some large hospitals in Beijing even gave his set of silver needles a nickname - "Judge's Pen".

This means that the life or death of the patient depends entirely on his silver needle.

As long as he is willing to give acupuncture and take care of the patient, nothing will go wrong for the time being, and there may even be hope of a cure.

And if even he is unwilling to give the injection, it means that the patient is completely dead.

In the clinic, several people were chatting.

Hearing that a patient was in critical condition, Wang Mengde naturally did not dare to delay.

He quickly picked up the bag, which contained a set of silver needles, and followed the doctor out the door in a hurry.

As for Wei Ming and others, they were organizing notes in the clinic. They didn't dare to follow in this situation. Not only could they not help, it might also affect the treatment.

third floor.

There were several people gathered at the door of a clinic.

Dean Lu and two other vice-deans were sitting there with a pair of white-haired elderly people, waiting anxiously.

From time to time, the old lady wiped away her tears.

The old man with the cane had a calm expression on his face, but his hand holding the cane betrayed him, as the veins were exposed because he was holding it with too much force.

Hearing the footsteps, several people quickly turned around to look.

"Comrade Wang Mengde is here. The patient inside is in a bad condition. Please go in and take a look.

By the way, doctors from other hospitals are also working on the rescue inside. If you need help, just ask directly. The treatment plan can be based on you. "

When Dean Lu saw him, a look of hope instantly appeared on his face and he spoke excitedly.

The countless times he was resurrected from the dead made him trust the other party very much, and he even said something like "you are my priority".

You know, there are well-known doctors from several large hospitals, as well as several famous doctors from Guang'anmen Hospital.

Every person who goes out is a respected senior.

"Comrade Wang Mengde, I'm leaving my son's illness in your hands.

If something cannot be done, don't feel pressured. This is his fate, don't blame others."

The old man also stood up tremblingly and said something quickly.

“Well, I’ll try my best.

The situation is urgent, so I went in first."

Wang Mengde nodded, said nothing more, and then pushed the door and walked in.

Outside.

Dean Lu helped the old man sit down again, and then comforted him:
"Mr. Zhong, don't worry. Comrade Wang Mengde is the best doctor in our hospital. His medical skills are unique.

Many difficult and complicated diseases can be easily solved in his hands. Even hundreds of patients from abroad have been cured by him this year. Now that he is in, there is great hope. "

"The doctor who just came in looks so young. Can he really cure my son?"

Before the old man could speak, the old lady next to him could no longer sit still and said with a look of doubt on her face.

His words were full of anxiety and fear of loss.

It’s not that she doesn’t want her son to get better, it’s mainly because Wang Mengde looks too young. His actual age is 29, but outsiders look like he’s around 25.

How can someone so young compare to those middle-aged people and white-bearded old men inside?
"I've told you before that you can't judge a person by his appearance. Some geniuses can't be treated according to common sense, but you just don't listen."

Mr. Zhong scolded his wife, and then explained in a low voice:
"Comrade Wang Mengde is very powerful.

The 'quick-acting heart-saving pills' you usually take were developed by him.

The hepatitis B vaccine and measles, mumps and rubella vaccine that children receive were also developed under his leadership.

A few days ago, he went abroad to receive an award. This award is only given once a year and only the most powerful people in the world can receive it. Do you think he has the ability? "

After hearing this, the old lady didn't care about her husband's preaching, and her heart was filled with hope again.

As long as my son can get better, it doesn't matter if I have to lecture her, beat her or scold her.

Wang Mengde had no idea what was happening outside the clinic.

After he entered the clinic, he saw a middle-aged man lying on a hospital bed, surrounded by seven or eight doctors, who were trying to save him while discussing things in low voices.

"Director Xu, what is the patient's specific condition?"

Wang Mengde asked a doctor in Guang'anmen Hospital.

"Director Wang is here, great, come and take a look.

The patient was treated in another hospital due to poor health a few days ago and had already been discharged. However, he suddenly went into shock last night.

Fortunately, the patient was discovered in time and sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, but he was sometimes conscious and sometimes unconscious, and his coma lasted longer and longer.

He was transferred to our hospital from another hospital half an hour ago. I just felt his pulse and the situation is not optimistic. "

Even in the middle of winter, Director Xu was sweating all over his forehead. When he saw Wang Mengde coming in, he made way for him with a look of surprise and gave a brief introduction to the patient's condition.

To be honest, the patient's condition was very complicated and he and the people in the room were helpless.

The best he can do now is to hang on to life, but this is not a long-term solution and the patient may die at any time.

"Well, let me feel your pulse."

Wang Mengde didn't bother to be polite and went straight to the position where Director Xu had made room and grabbed the patient's wrist.

As soon as he started, his face changed.

If the doctor is not very sensitive, most doctors will not be able to feel this pulse.

Then, he took another quick look at the patient's face, took out silver needles from his bag, and instantly inserted dozens of needles into the middle-aged man's body at a speed that no one else could see.

After the acupuncture, he quickly pressed several acupoints with his hands.

When others saw him busy, they involuntarily stopped what they were doing.

More than twenty minutes later.

Even though Wang Mengde was physically strong, sweat began to appear on his face and forehead due to his full concentration.

When Director Xu saw this, he quickly signaled the nurse to come forward and wipe him carefully.

"Whoo~~~"

After letting out a long sigh, Wang Mengde stopped massaging, shook his sore hands, and then began to slowly pull out the silver needles one by one.

After the silver needles were put away, Director Xu asked in a low voice: "Director Wang, how is it?"

The patient had not yet regained consciousness, but his complexion seemed a little rosier and not as pale as before.

Even faintly, a hint of breathing could be heard, and the chest gradually rose and fell, indicating that his breathing was returning to normal. "In about two minutes, he will wake up.

I will write a prescription for him later. Let him take it for three days to see how it goes and then we can discuss the follow-up treatment plan.”

Wang Mengde said casually.

After hearing his words, everyone looked at each other.

Judging from what he said, the patient is out of danger.

Two minutes passed in a flash, on the bed.

The middle-aged man slowly opened his eyelids, but because of his weak body, he was unable to speak or move for the time being.

"Director Wang, your acupuncture and massage skills are simply amazing."

Director Xu expressed his sincere admiration.

Although he has seen it many times, he is still amazed every time.

"Amazing, it's really better to see it in person than to hear about it. I only heard about it before and thought it was a bit exaggerated.

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After seeing the real treatment cases this time, I realized that there is no false reputation behind the reputation. I am convinced. "

Another doctor from another hospital also gave a thumbs up and praised.

This was the first time he saw Wang Mengde saving someone.

I have heard other doctors talk about this before, but I never quite believed it and thought it was an exaggeration.

Now I realize that this is not an exaggeration at all, but an over-conservative statement.

After a few polite words, Wang Mengde took out a pen and paper, wrote a prescription, and asked the nurse to get the medicine quickly and give it to the patient soon.

Then, the group left the clinic.

Outside the clinic.

Over time.

The old man had quite advanced skills in cultivating his Qi, so he could still sit still. But the old lady stood up from time to time and stretched her head to look into the clinic.

Unfortunately, the door was closed and there was no sound from inside, which made her even more anxious.

Just then, the door of the clinic suddenly opened.

Wang Mengde walked in front, and the other seven or eight people followed behind and walked out together.

The old lady hurried forward, grabbed Wang Mengde's hand, and asked anxiously: "Doctor Wang, how is my son?"

"Don't worry, old lady. The patient is out of danger for now. I've prescribed some medicine for a few more days."

Wang Mengde supported her and spoke softly.

This old lady was about the same age as his grandmother, Wang Tian, ​​which made him feel close to her.

"Really! That's great. Thank you, Doctor Wang. Thank you, Doctor Wang."

As she spoke, she burst into tears. It was because she heard that her son was fine that the tension in her heart was finally released.

Mr. Zhong also came over with a cane. This time, he didn't say anything, but held his wife's back with his hand.

Of course, he did not forget the biggest "contributor" and nodded at Wang Mengde with a smile.

After crying for a while, the old lady calmed down. She wiped her face with a handkerchief in embarrassment, then took Wang Mengde's hand and said strangely:
"Doctor Wang, my son had recovered from his illness, how could something unexpected happen to him?"

His son did have a serious illness a while ago, but he has recovered.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly went into shock last night. Fortunately, my daughter-in-law found him in time and sent him to the hospital, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

After thinking for a while, Wang Mengde decided to tell the truth. He helped the old lady sit on the chair and asked:
"Madam, has your son been smoking and drinking recently?"

Although it was a question, his words were full of certainty.

"No, the last time he was sick, the doctor who treated him asked him to quit smoking and drinking, and we also gave him strict orders not to drink or smoke anymore.

Every time he came home, we would check it regularly and never found any smell. "

“Haha, old lady, you should ask carefully, your son definitely smokes and drinks.

In the past half month, I drank at least three bottles of wine, but I didn’t smoke much, only about two boxes.”

Wang Mengde said with a smile.

He had just been in the ward, learned about the patient's previous condition, and then discovered the problem through his pulse.

"By the way, in addition to the causes of smoking and drinking, there is another substance in his body, which should have been injected."

"Don't argue about this for now. I'll have someone check it out."

Mr. Zhong said with a serious face.

He knew a lot about his son's character and knew that he must be hiding something from him.

As he spoke, he whispered a few words to the secretary beside him, and then the secretary hurried out.

after awhile.

The nurse prepared the medicine, asked the patient to take it, and then pushed him to the intensive care unit.

The old couple Zhong, Dean Lu, Wang Mengde and others went to the dean's office and waited.

Soon, the secretary came in, leaned over to Mr. Zhong's ear, and whispered for a long time.

"This rebellious son actually hid it from us and smoked and drank at work, and when he got off work, he brushed his teeth, took a shower, and went home.

I was wondering why I couldn't smell cigarettes or alcohol on him, so it turned out that was a trick he was playing on me."

Zhong Laoqi's beard stood up in anger and the walking stick in his hand made a thumping sound as it struck the ground.

"Don't be angry, old man. When he gets better, we can talk about it."

"Humph, it's all because you spoiled him that he almost died.

When he recovers from his illness, just don't interrupt me and protect me when I discipline him. From now on, you can't give in to him no matter what."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say. I won't say anything then, okay?"

After a few words, Mrs. Zhong calmed down and said to Wang Mengde:
"Comrade Wang Mengde, your guess is correct. Half a month ago, he injected chicken blood once a week."

"Injection of chicken blood?"

After hearing this, Wang Mengde was stunned.

You dare to inject chicken blood directly into the body? It's too late to fear death now.

What he didn't know was that chicken blood therapy was actually popular for a period of time in history.

It is also known as "chicken blood treatment for all diseases", or "chicken blood treatment" for short. It was a pseudo-scientific treatment method that was popular in China in the 1960s.

The specific operation method is to draw dozens to one hundred milliliters of chicken blood from the blood vessels under the wings of the rooster, and then inject it subcutaneously once a week.

It is said that after several sessions of chicken blood therapy, some people will have rosy complexion and be full of energy.

As a result, for a time, the whole country, from big cities to remote villages, was full of legends and "practices" of "chicken blood injection".

Of course, it is not so popular now, and this trend has only just begun to appear in Shanghai in the south.

I didn’t expect that Mr. Zhong’s son, who doesn’t even farm, got this method from somewhere and actually dared to put it into practice himself.

"This is just nonsense."

After listening to the secretary’s brief introduction, Wang Mengde was speechless.

(End of this chapter)