Old Man Yan closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and placed three fingers on Mr. Qian's wrist.

No one in the room dared to make a sound for fear of affecting Old Man Yan's diagnosis.

I also stayed quietly, still reminiscing in my mind. I was recalling what my grandma taught me. When it comes to Chinese medicine, I actually learned quite well. When I was very young, I saw patients. Of course

Grandma will definitely be supervising, but there are basically no mistakes in the prescriptions and diagnoses I prescribe.

My grandma once said with emotion that I was born to study Chinese medicine. However, even though she said that, she did not ask me to apply for medical school. Since the closure of our Holy Hands Church, I have not seen a doctor again, but I have never seen a doctor since I was a child.

I have laid the foundation and witnessed my grandma treating many strange diseases with my own eyes. So I have a lot of things in my mind. I am digging in my mind to see if there are any methods that can apply to Grandma Qian.

After taking a pulse, Old Man Yan slowly stood up and paced slowly in the room with his hands behind his back. Everyone looked at Old Man Yan and did not dare to ask.

"Go and get a pulse." Old Yan suddenly pointed at me.

"Me?" I pointed to my nose.

"Hurry up, let's take the pulse and confirm it." Old Yan's expression was serious.

I was still hesitant, so Director Qin reached out and gave me a gentle push.

I had no choice but to walk to Grandma Qian's bedside.

"Xiao Chen, come here." Grandma Qian believed in me.

"Grandma Qian, do you feel chest tightness?" I asked first without reaching for your pulse.

"Fortunately, I don't have chest tightness. I just can't breathe sometimes, which is common for old people." Grandma Qian said with a smile.

"Oh, do you feel cold?" I asked again.

"Yes, I've been feeling cold lately. Look at the weather, I'm wearing a sweater." Grandma Qian pointed to the sweater she was wearing.

"It's okay. You just finished the operation and your body is weak. It's normal." I said and slowly put my finger on Qian's pulse door.

I checked Grandma Qian's pulse once, so I didn't need much time this time. I knew Qian's pulse well.

Seeing me withdrawing my hand, Old Man Yan said in a low voice: "Let's go out and talk."

Grandma Qian smiled and asked me: "Xiao Chen, what's wrong with me?" It seemed that Grandma Qian didn't know what was wrong with her.

"Oh, Grandma Qian, there is nothing wrong with you. You are just very weak after the operation. Director Ma was worried, so he asked us to come over and take a look." I said easily.

"Yes, yes, Xiao Chen is right, Mom, I'm just a little worried about you." Director Ma immediately took over my words and cast an approving look at me as he spoke.

"You kid, I told you not to worry. Don't think that you are an official and just give orders to others. I won't agree to it," Grandma Qian scolded.

Director Ma laughed along with him: "Mom, I understand." It seemed that Director Ma was very filial to Grandma Qian.

While Director Ma was talking to Grandma Qian, everyone walked out of the ward together.

We didn't stay outside and went directly to the doctor's office, which was the big office with a long table.

There are still many people in the office, including Old Man Yan's junior brother Dr. Zhang.

When he saw us coming in, Doctor Zhang first asked: "Brother, how is the situation?"

Old Man Yan ignored him and turned back to the dean who was following us: "There are too many people here. What are they doing here? Go and do whatever you have to do!"

Dean Zhang waved to everyone.

The doctors in the room stood up and walked out one after another, and soon only Dean Zhang, Old Man Yan, me, Director Qin, Dr. Zhang and Deng Qi were left in the room.

Doctor Zhang thought that Old Yan was his senior brother, and he invited Old Yan here, so of course Old Yan would keep him.

Unexpectedly, Old Man Yan glared at him: "Why don't you leave?"

Doctor Zhang was a little embarrassed and blushed and said: "Senior brother..."

Old Man Yan didn't give any face to his junior brother. He waved his hand and said, "Go and do your work. There are so many patients down here, and you still have this free time."

Dr. Zhang sighed, stood up and walked towards the door with a slightly unhappy face. When he was about to go out, he actually looked back at me. There were so many people in the room, but he just glanced at me.

"Okay, let me talk about the patient's condition." Old Man Qian said when he saw everyone had left.

I looked at the people in the room and thought, Dean Zhang must not leave, and he must make the final decision on medical treatment. Director Qin did not leave, which means that old man Yan also has a high regard for Director Qin. As for me, there is no need to say anything.

, Old Man Yan and I are tied together, and Deng Qi, this girl is probably ignored by Old Man Yan.

I glanced at Deng Qi while I was thinking about it. Unexpectedly, Deng Qi happened to be looking at me as well. I quickly turned away. Today, this girl seems to be paying attention to me all the time. Could it be that she has taken a liking to me? I have a master. But I was

It feels good to have beautiful women pay attention to me.

"The patient has just undergone surgery. He is relatively weak and old. Your judgment is correct. He is indeed not suitable for another surgery." Old Yan made the first conclusion.

This is also the consensus of everyone, and there is nothing to say.

"You want to use traditional Chinese medicine for treatment, which is fine, but..." There was a pause when Old Man Yan said this, and we knew the point was coming. Old Man Yan paused and continued: "Traditional Chinese medicine is slow to be effective in treating cerebral thrombosis, but...

The patient's condition shows signs of cerebral hemorrhage at any time, and that's where the problem lies." After speaking, Old Yan said nothing and rested his hands on the table and looked at us.

Dean Zhang had been listening quietly, tapping his fingers gently on the table. As soon as Old Yan's voice stopped, the sound of tapping on the table came from the quiet room.

"Professor Yan, is there no other way? First stabilize the patient's condition and then think of a way." Dean Zhang said slowly.

Old Yan didn't speak for a long time, then Director Qin said: "Cerebral thrombosis is actually not terrible, but Aunt Qian's thrombus is in the wrong place. It could happen at any time..." Director Qin didn't finish his words, but we all understood.

.

Dean Zhang sighed: "It's difficult, it's difficult..."

"Xiao Chen, please don't just sit here. What do you think?" Director Qin suddenly pulled me out: "It was you who reminded us of the brain examination for Grandma Qian. You must have something to say."

"Oh! Xiao Chen showed it to the patient? What's going on?" Old Yan asked in surprise. Dean Zhang also looked inquiringly.

"I know this." Deng Qi finally took the opportunity to speak, and quickly told me how I felt Grandma Qian's pulse and how I suggested a brain examination for Grandma Qian. Of course, I was treated as

She didn't say anything about the liar.

"There is another matter, haha." Old Yan looked at me with interest: "I can't tell, you are more skilled in medicine than I thought. Who is your master?" Old Yan suddenly remembered to ask this.

I actually didn’t want to say ***’s name, but Director Qin spoke quickly: “Professor Yan, do you know the Holy Hand Hall?”

"Holy Hand Hall?" Old Yan looked confused and shook his head.

"Not surprising, Professor Yan was not here at that time. Xiao Qin, is this Dr. Chen the successor of the Holy Hand Hall?" Dean Zhang suddenly said.

"Yes, Xiao Chen is Mr. Miao's grandson." Director Qin smiled and nodded.

"Director Qin, why didn't you tell me earlier? This is great. Xiao Chen, where is your grandma?" Dean Zhang said and stood up excitedly: "If your grandma is willing..." Dean Zhang said

Suddenly he closed his mouth again and smiled self-deprecatingly: "I am so anxious and confused. How could Mr. Miao come?"

I was shocked when I heard these words. How come Director Qin and Dean Zhang both know my grandma? The Miao they mentioned is my grandma, and my grandma’s surname is Miao.

But I have never heard my grandma mention anyone she knows in this city, nor have I heard the names of Director Qin and Dean Zhang. Maybe it was something from my grandma’s past. I think my parents gave birth to me.

My grandma was almost sixty then, and now she is almost eighty, and it has been almost ten years since the Holy Hand Church closed its doors.

"Who is this Mr. Miao?" Old Man Yan asked.

But neither Dean Zhang nor Director Qin answered, and I didn’t want to say anything.

"Professor Yan, I will tell you about Mr. Miao later. For now, let's study the condition." Dean Zhang said, and then turned to look at me: "Xiao Chen, do you have any good ideas? Don't worry.

, let’s talk about it. By the way, are you going to medical school?”

Dean Zhang and Director Qin both thought I was a medical student when they first met me.

"I didn't go to medical school, I studied architecture." I smiled.

"That's ridiculous! What happened..." When Dean Zhang heard my answer, his reaction was the same as that of Director Qin.

"Dean Zhang, Dean Zhang..." I saw Director Qin quietly tugging on Dean Zhang's sleeve: "Xiao Chen said this was what Mr. Miao meant."

Dean Zhang's words came to an abrupt end: "Oh, oh, that's it, then, then... alas..." Dean Zhang sighed and waved his hand: "Let's not talk about this first, Xiao Chen, tell me what you think

Let’s take a look at the illness.”

"Professor Yan and I have the same view." I said directly.

There was a moment of silence in the house!

Probably no one expected me to say such a thing.

"Hee..." I saw Deng Qi suddenly chuckle, but immediately covered her mouth with her hands.

"You're dishonest!" Old Yan suddenly slapped the table a few times: "You're very dishonest. What do you mean by having the same views as mine? You're just being careless when I ask you to tell me."

I feel aggrieved. What I said was actually very serious and I really wasn’t being careless. I think what Old Man Yan just said is correct.

"With your medical skills, you will definitely have your own opinions. Don't worry about my old face and say whatever you want." Old Yan said very unhappily.

I wonder why they must think that I can do something. So many doctors can’t do anything. Why must I be the only one who can do something? Is it just because of the name Holy Hand Church?

"I really have no choice. I checked my pulse just now. The money situation is very special. I have no experience, so it's not easy to talk nonsense." I thought for a while and said slowly: "I asked about Qian just now.

Grandma, she always feels cold now, which means that the blood clot in the brain has affected the nerves. This situation..." At this point, I suddenly stopped, and my brain flashed like an electric current.

"My body is cold, my body is cold..." I frowned and muttered a few words silently. I felt that there were some thoughts in my head, but I couldn't catch them. The words were on my lips, but I couldn't say them.

come out.

"What's wrong with you? Go take a hot shower if you feel cold..." Deng Qi's voice suddenly sounded, followed by Director Qin's reprimand: "Stop talking!"
Chapter completed!