Super doctor system

"Wait, Mr. Yang Wang." Zhao Long stopped him.

How to say, Yang Wangchun is the doctor he found, it is impossible to let him leave like this.

"Why don't you wait and see the situation first. If Dr. Li can be cured, then everyone will be happy, and you don't need to take action. If it can't be cured, it will depend on your means later."

"If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will be at a disadvantage. Let me see what you have to dare to say such big words." Yang Wangchun snorted coldly, stayed behind, and looked at Li Cong.

He wants to see how this guy detoxifies.

Li Cong knew that the two wanted to see his jokes, so he smiled slightly, but didn't speak.

At this time, it is useless to rely on words alone, it must rely on actions and hands-on skills.

He sat back beside Zhang Hu and took out the silver needle.

Immediately, he asked Zhang Hu to sit up halfway on the pillow so that he could administer the needle.

Yang Wangchun stroked his beard and watched coldly from the sidelines.

As long as Li Cong and others made a mistake, he would point it out without hesitation.

Li Cong didn't make Yang Wangchun wait, he twisted the silver needle, and stabbed it into various acupuncture points on Yang Wangchun's body with both hands very steady.

Seeing his skillful technique, Yang Wangchun's expression froze slightly, and his beard stroking hand also stopped.

After the needle was done, Li Cong took Zhang Hu's hands and gently pricked the artery with a silver needle.

"呲呲."

The crimson blood gushed out of the blood vessels like a small fountain, and fell into the water basin on the ground under Li Cong's exquisite technique.

Strange to say, after the blood fell into the basin, it was automatically divided into two types, one was light red and the other was slightly black, one left and one right, incompatible with each other.

After the blood stayed for a while, it stopped automatically. Li Cong asked Zhang Hu to take his hand back, and then stabbed Zhang Hu's ankle twice.

Same process, same result.

Yang Wangchun's face became serious, and he held his beard tightly with both hands, without saying a word.

Then, Li Cong pulled out the silver needle, and after resting for a while, he inserted the needle again.

This time, Li Cong stabbed for more than half an hour, and his technique went from slow to fast. At the beginning, others could see his movements clearly, but at the end, everyone could only see phantoms.

Yang Wangchun's complexion became ugly, and there was an unbelievable look in his cloudy old eyes.

"Hoo." Li Cong heaved a sigh of relief after the needle was done, and then repeated the process just now, pricking Zhang Hu's artery with a silver needle, and deep red blood flowed out again.

Although the whole process was complicated, it was extremely organized, busy but not chaotic, and progressed steadily.

Seeing this, Yang Wangchun stood up with a gloomy face, turned around and was about to leave.

"Old Mr. Yang Wang, don't you want to watch it?" Zhao Long frowned.

"I'm no longer needed here. It's just a joke to stay here. Let me go." Yang Wangchun said bluntly.

"In this case, please be sure to accept this check." Zhao Long took out a check book from his arms, wrote a number on it, tore off one, and handed it to Yang Wangchun.

Yang Wangchun's face softened a lot, but he still didn't want to talk, he cupped his hands and left directly.

Judging from his performance, Zhang Hu knew that Li Cong's treatment method should be good, otherwise, Yang Wangchun would never have reacted like this.

If Li Cong's treatment wasn't good, Yang Wangchun probably would have started yelling a long time ago.

It seems that this time, I gambled right.

Zhang Hu breathed a sigh of relief.

After the second bloodletting, Li Cong pulled out the silver needle, wiped the sweat from his head, and said in a low voice:
"President Zhang, you can try to move around."

Zhang Hu's face was a little pale, he slowly stood up from the bed to the floor, and walked around the room tentatively.

"How do you feel?" Li Cong asked.

"It's a little weak, as if it's out of strength." Zhang Hu said truthfully.

"This is normal. This is the reaction after bloodletting. I will prescribe a prescription for you later. It is for Guben Peiyuan, three times a day, and you have to take the medicine on time."

"In this way, your period of weakness will be reduced a lot, and your body will recover faster. After a few months, you can continue to practice martial arts, and your body will be the same as before." Li Cong warned carefully. "Thank you so much, Brother Li." Zhang Hu said gratefully.

While Li Cong was treating Zhang Hu, Zhang Yi also drove An Yujun into Donghai Second Hospital.

When we got here, there were already doctors waiting here, and as soon as the car stopped, someone went up to receive the patients.

Zhang Yi is also ready to put on his overalls and go to the rescue.

"Hey, it's not that you go to work, you really went to give first aid." An Yujun said dissatisfied.

"Hey, it's better to be wrong than to go to the karaoke hall to sing. I don't want to be laughed at." Zhang Yi said helplessly.

"Alright then, I'll wait for you here." An Yujun frowned.

There's no way, I finally caught a winner, and I can only feel a little bit wronged.

After communicating with An Yujun, Zhang Yi changed into his overalls and went to the emergency room.

At this time, the doctor on duty had already connected the relevant equipment and had a clear view of the patient's condition.

Logically speaking, when such an injury is basically sent to the emergency room, it is ready to be electrocuted.

But after checking, they found that the patient's condition was stable.After further investigation, it was found that it was the silver needles on the patient's body.

Godly.

Ma Du gave a sincere admiration, and looked at Zhang Yi approvingly: "Director Zhang, you are really hiding something, such a serious injury, you can stabilize it with a few silver needles, you are simply a miracle doctor. "

"In my opinion, even Qian Sanzhen and Mr. Qian may not have such means."

"Where is it, actually." Zhang Yi let out a wry smile, ready to tell the truth.

Pretending to be thirteen without the ability is easy to be dismantled.

"Where is my dad, where is my dad, where is my dad?"

At this moment, a middle-aged man with an anxious expression ran in from outside and looked around.

"Ah, you are Mr. Ma Xiaoyun." Someone recognized the middle-aged man and exclaimed.

This is a well-known Internet crocodile in the East China Sea. He often shows up on TV and the Internet, so he is recognized as soon as he shows up.

He is also a well-deserved boss-level figure in Donghai, who can turn the clouds and rain, and cover the sky with one hand.

"Dad, are you okay?" Ma Xiaoyun walked in front of the patient, trembling.

"Doctor, how is my father?" Ma Xiaoyun asked loudly.

"Mr. Ma, don't worry, although the old man's injuries are serious, but under our director Zhang's traditional Chinese medicine treatment, the situation has stabilized and his life will no longer be in danger." Ma Du comforted with a smile.

At the same time, I feel a little excited.

This is Ma Xiaoyun.

"Great, thank you, doctor." Ma Xiaoyun breathed a sigh of relief.

"You must not thank me, because it has nothing to do with me. If you want to thank, please thank our Director Zhang. It is he who used Chinese medicine to stabilize the old man's condition." After finishing speaking, Ma Du pointed at the man next to him. Zhang Yi.