At this time, the choice was once again given to Gu Zhenlin and Shang Yuanzhi. To use it or not to use it became the biggest problem at the moment.

Without Lingyou, the doctors at the county hospital are helpless, and the provincial health experts cannot rush over. Are they going to watch Mr. Qin waiting to die? With Lingyou, can this little Chinese doctor in his early twenties really do it? Who will be responsible if there is a problem with the treatment?

This responsibility? But is there a better way now? Is it possible to call the Central Health Bureau? Wouldn’t that mean that I ran under the leader’s board and waited to be beaten?

At this time, Gu Zhenlin looked at Qin Weishan on the stretcher, then at Ling You, and said with a heartbeat: "Little comrade, please take a look."

After hearing this, Ling You took another mouthful of rice, took out a piece of paper and wiped his mouth, then stood up and said, "Carry the patient to the bed over there."

After hearing this, everyone pushed the stretcher cart to the bed, and worked together to lay Mr. Qin down on the bed with the slightest movement.

Ling You stepped forward and sat beside the bed at this moment, "Don't leave so many people in the house. There is a pavilion in the yard. Everyone go out and wait. There are so many people and the air is not circulated."

After hearing this, Shang Yuanzhi turned around and gestured to everyone to go out, but he couldn't go out, so in the end, several top leaders and the three doctors were left in the room.

"Xiao Yun, bring me the needle box and pen and paper." Ling You said to Ling Yun while checking Qin Weishan's pulse.

Qin Weishan's pulse at this moment was weak and slippery, soft and heavy, extremely soft and delicate. Ling You knew in his heart that the old man lying on the bed now was definitely unusual. This was a hot potato that came to his door. If there were any problems with the diagnosis and treatment, I'm afraid

Grandpa's Sanqi Tang, which he had worked hard for all his life, was about to be destroyed by his own hands, so he checked it carefully again. But after checking his pulse for the second time, for the first time, he wrote his thoughts on his face, frowning slightly, but for a moment

It passed by in a flash without being noticed by others.

"There is a foreign body in the skull? It compresses the cranial nerves, which causes the blood pressure to rise." Ling You thought in his mind.

Ling Yun quickly brought the needle box over. It was a small red sandalwood wooden box, about the same size as a cigarette box, but thinner. There was a snowdrop pattern engraved on the front of the box. Opening the needle box, there was not much inside.

There are many nine needles, eight silver needles from thick to thin, and one gold needle is thinner than a hair. When his grandfather Ling Guangbai passed this needle box to him, he said it was passed down from his grandfather. Tracing back to its origins,

No one knows how many years of history it is. With these nine needles, every generation of doctors in the Ling family has the nickname "Ling Jiu Zhen". After grandpa passed away, this nickname was naturally passed down.

On Lingyou.ωωw..net

Then Ling You put the needle box on the bed, picked up a pen and paper, wrote down a prescription, and said to Ling Yun: "Take the medicine."

After Ling Yun received the prescription, he went to grab the medicine and boil it. The process was not shown in detail, but for Ling You, he first took out the first and thickest silver needle, then found the acupoints on Qin Weishan's arm, and used two fingers to

He slid down from the shoulder and stopped suddenly at the elbow. Before anyone could react, Ling You's right hand holding the needle had already inserted it directly into the Quchi point at the elbow, and then rubbed it with his thumb and index finger.

At this moment, everyone who was holding their breath also noticed the subtle changes in Mr. Qin. "It seems that his fingers moved." A doctor from the county hospital exclaimed in a low voice.

And this sound broke the silence in the room. Ling You turned to look at him, with an unhappy look on his face, "Silence."

Gu Zhenlin and Shang Yuanzhi also glanced dissatisfied at the doctor who had covered his mouth with his hand.

Ling You then took out a silver needle and inserted it into the Yanggu point on Mr. Qin's wrist. After rubbing it for more than a dozen times, Qin Weishan's eyelids had already reacted.

Everyone was overjoyed when they saw this, it works, it works, I hope this young man can make Mr. Qin wake up.

After that, Ling You injected three more needles on other acupuncture points. The whole process took more than half an hour, but Qin Weishan's body had a great reaction, but he still didn't wake up.

Ling You once again took out a thin silver needle, stood up and stood on top of Qin Weishan's head, used his left hand to find the acupuncture points on his head, then took out the needle with his right hand and inserted it into Mr. Qin's Baihui point.

As soon as it entered, Mr. Qin's eyelids reacted. After rubbing the silver needle a few times, Mr. Qin slowly opened his eyes, his throat was surging, and he looked at everyone weakly.

"Mr. Qin, you're awake."

"Just wake up and it'll be fine. Just wake up and it'll be fine."

Gu Zhenlin and Shang Yuanzhi were overjoyed and squatted down in front of Qin Weishan's bed excitedly. At this time, Ling Yun also walked in from outside the house with a bowl of prepared medicine. Ling You said to them: "Who can help the old man up and give him the medicine?"

He drinks it."

Before Shang Yuanzhi could speak, Gu Zhenlin quickly took action: "I'll come, I'll come."

After saying that, he carefully lifted Qin Weishan's body up, sat on the bed, and leaned Qin Weishan's body against his own, "Mr. Qin, let's drink the medicine."

Qin Weishan was weak and didn't have the strength to speak, so he did as he was told and opened his mouth to drink the medicine. At this time, a familiar voice rang again: "I don't know if this Chinese medicine meets the health standards, and I don't know if it meets the health standards."

If it’s symptomatic or not, it’s better to find evidence from experts and the health department for testing.”

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked back. The person who spoke was Director Xing, the chief physician of cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases in the county hospital. He thought that he had just lost face in front of all the big leaders, so he should get some back now.

, so he pretended to be concerned and said this sentence with the idea of ​​​​taking care of the health of the leader.

After hearing this, Gu Zhenlin would have wanted to get up and give Director Xing a big mouth if it weren't for the fact that Mr. Qin was currently weak: "Why did you go there earlier? Now that Mr. Qin is awake, you are talking more. It's an afterthought."

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Shang Yuanzhi also thought at this moment that this kid must have lost his mind, but after all, these people are his subordinates, and he can't let the military people see the joke anymore, so he suppressed his anger and said: "You can get out first."

But I have already begun to think that when this matter is over, the province's medical and health system will have to be reshuffled.

Gu Zhenlin ignored them and fed Qin Weishan the medicine. As soon as the medicine entered his stomach, Mr. Qin felt improved. His dizzy and painful head immediately became clearer, and his sore and numb limbs felt much better.

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Ling You said to everyone at this moment, everyone should go out and let the old man sleep, and he will be fine when he wakes up.

Seeing the current appearance, everyone's hearts dropped. Their views on this little Chinese medicine doctor had also changed a lot, so they listened to what Ling You said now, so everyone laid Mr. Qin down on his back.

On the bed, there was another light cover

After taking the blankets, they all exited the room, leaving only Ling Yun looking at the patient's condition, and Qin Weishan's guard Zhou Tiandong. Zhou Tiandong's clothes were soaked with sweat at this time. In the past two hours, Mr. Qin walked in front of the Gate of Hell.
Chapter completed!