Taoyuan Village Little Magician

Chapter 460 The old Chinese medicine practitioners observe the treatment
"I'm not old enough yet."

Wei Deyun snorted lightly.

He was obviously dissatisfied with everyone present.

"You can think that the advanced stage of blood poisoning is an incurable disease, and you can only wait for death, but you can't question the strength of Dr. Zhang."

"Don't be unable to cure yourself. If you can't cure it abroad, everyone will be unable to cure it."

"Everything has to learn to trust others."

Wei Deyun warned everyone present, and even told them to get out if they don't want to see it, and don't be an eyesore here.

Now, even if they wanted to argue, they could only give up.

No one wanted to encounter Wei Deyun's bad luck at this time.

In the operating room, Zhang Fan had already removed the silver needle from Xu Wei's body.

Now to start the treatment, naturally, Zhang Fan needs the blood in Xu Wei's body to flow normally.

"Uncle, take this Yuanqing Dan, and I will start treating you."

"The process may be a bit painful, please bear with me."

"I promise, you'll be fine."

Zhang Fan took out a Yuanqing Pill, brought it to Xu Wei's mouth, and said very solemnly.

"Xiao Fan, uncle absolutely believes in you."

"Anyway, I'm already a damned person. Don't worry, I've already warned Xu Kai. No matter what the result is, he can't blame you."

A smile appeared on Xu Wei's pale face.

After taking the pill, Zhang Fan hung up the blood at the same time, ready to transfuse Xu Wei at any time.

After everything was ready, Zhang Fan's hands fell on Xu Wei's body.

With a trace of true energy, Zhang Fan began to massage for Xu Wei.

Although Xu Wei took Yuanqing Dan, the effect of the medicine evaporated too slowly.

Zhang Fan did this to help the drug spread, so that it could quickly enter the blood vessels.

"Hmph, it really is the method of quacks."

"It's a dark pill, I don't know what is mixed in it."

"And this massage, when will massage be able to save people?"

Seeing Zhang Fan's action, those western medicine doctors became more sure of their thoughts.

Zhang Fan is a liar.

"Traditional Chinese massage can indeed save lives."

An old Chinese doctor couldn't stand it anymore.

He shook his head and said proudly: "Chinese medicine is extensive and profound. As long as the massage points are correct, some difficult and miscellaneous diseases can be treated."

"Treat the symptoms, not the root cause."

The Western medicine doctor smiled lightly, but his voice was much softer.

"fart!"

Although the voice was small, the old Chinese doctor still heard it.

He immediately growled.

"Your body is hairy and skinned, and you are the parents. Your Western doctors use knives when they get sick. They cut here or there. Is that saving people? That's killing people."

"Traditional Chinese medicine has been handed down for 5000 years. One technique and one silver needle can save people."

"Understand?"

The old Chinese doctor's rebuttal undoubtedly became the fuse.

It seems that Chinese and Western medicine want to compete with each other here.

"That's all boasted in the history books, it's not true at all, can you..."

"What? How about I make an appointment for you to have a fight?"

Wei Deyun, who had been silent all this time, suddenly became angry.

He gave the crowd a hard look and told the head nurse to chase them all away.

By staying here, he just wanted to see Zhang Fan's power with his own eyes.

But these people are like sparrows, chirping and screaming non-stop.

"Dean, this kid uses traditional Chinese medicine. Let's stay and take a look. It's a good thing if we can learn something."

Several old Chinese doctors did not dare to make mistakes.

Maybe Zhang Fan can really create miracles?

As for the doctor of western medicine, he left directly after apologizing.

"Dean, look quickly..."

The head nurse suddenly let out a cry.

Everyone immediately looked into the operating room.

"Remnant, residual image? Is this the residual image of massage?"

Wei Deyun exclaimed, stuttering a little.

"This massage technique is so fast, there are even afterimages."

"Is this kid really capable?"

Several old Chinese doctors also looked at each other in dismay, and began to look forward to it.

"What's that?"

Wei Deyun exclaimed again.

The startled look seemed a little funny.

It is simply a true portrayal of old farmers entering the city.

"There is an afterimage in the massage, and white mist is sprayed out from the palm. Is this the true energy of massage mentioned in Zhong Jing's book?"

An old Chinese doctor exclaimed in disbelief.

"Massage really angry?"

Wei Deyun asked back.

Although he is the dean, but in terms of medical skills, he is really not as good as these old Chinese doctors around him.

"It is recorded in the Zhongjing Book that once you massage the blood vessels and acupoints all over your body, you will be born with true energy."

"This massaging zhenqi can make patients recover more quickly."

The old Chinese doctor stroked his beard and explained simply.

His gaze didn't move away from Zhang Fan's hand at all.

"call!"

In the operating room, Zhang Fan withdrew his hands and let out a breath of foul air.

After the massage was completed, the medicinal effect of the first Yuanqing Dan had been perfectly integrated into the blood vessels of Xu Wei's whole body.

"The next step is to drain the blood."

Zhang Fan gave Xu Wei another Yuanqing pill.

Take out the silver needles prepared in advance.

"Bring in five pots."

Zhang Fan yelled at the people outside.

At the same time, he placed Xu Wei's limbs and head outside the operating table.

The five pots were just under Xu Wei's limbs and head.

"Shangyang point, Zhongkui point, Guanchong point, blood on three fingers."

"Acupoint Yangchi, bleeding from one pulse."

"Blood Sea, Wind Market, Hanging Center, Forming a Mountain, Bleeding from Four Acupoints."

"Baihui, Tianzhu, bleeding."

The silver needle in Zhang Fan's hand is now like a sharp knife.

Every time he opened his mouth, he would drop a needle on an acupuncture point mountain.

From the hands, to the feet, to the brain.

Zhang Fan dropped the silver needle a total of ten times.

"Okay, so fast, ten points, five seconds."

"It's almost equivalent to dropping needles on ten acupoints at the same time. This speed...how can a normal person be able to do it?"

The old Chinese doctor outside the operation was shocked when he saw the ten acupoints dripping blood slowly.

"This son's medical skills are not comparable to ours."

"Yeah, it's ridiculous that we thought he was a quack just now, and we really don't know what it means."

The other two old Chinese doctors were equally shocked.

For a moment, I felt ashamed.

As for Wei Deyun, he was already in a daze, unable to speak.

Ten points, five seconds.

This is a speed that he can't even imagine.

Originally, he thought that Zhang Fan's Guiyuan needling technique was already very powerful.

Now it seems that Zhang Fan's ability is far more than that.

He is now more and more glad that he invited Xu Wei to his hospital.

Otherwise, how could he have seen such powerful medical skills?
"Now, do you still have any doubts?"

Wei Deyun snorted proudly, as if he was the one who saved people inside.

The three old Chinese doctors smiled wryly.

Zhang Fan's medical skills are already in front of his eyes, how dare they mock him now?
What's more, it's awe.

"If possible, after the miracle doctor saves the person, please ask the principal to introduce us to meet."

"The medical skills of a genius doctor are worth learning for a lifetime."

"I also want to listen to the teachings of the genius doctor!"

The three old Chinese doctors grinned, and now they were also thick-skinned.

They are all people who regard Chinese medicine as their fate.

Not only does he regard the reputation of Chinese medicine as very important, but also his own medical skills.

If they could learn a little bit from Zhang Fan, they would all feel that they would benefit immensely.

"How can I not know your little thoughts?"

"However, I will mention it to Dr. Zhang, whether it will be successful or not, I don't guarantee it."

Wei Deyun replied seemingly casually.

In fact, in his heart, he might have the same idea as these three people.

In the operating room, Zhang Fan had already bled Xu Wei for 10 minutes.

At the same time, Xu Wei's pulse has been held for 10 minutes to prevent accidents.

Now, it's time for fresh blood.

Xu Wei on the operating table had passed out without knowing when.

Zhang Fan naturally understood.

Toxemia discharges blood poison, the whole process is very painful.

Xu Wei didn't even yell, he was already very powerful.

It was a good thing that the severe pain made him unconscious.

Anyway, Chinese medicine does not talk about anesthesia, and coma is just a normal reaction of the body.

"The last Yuanqing pill."

Zhang Fan personally fed Xu Wei the Yuanqing Pill and started the blood transfusion at the same time.

Then he got up and walked out of the operating room.

"It's over, is it over?"

Seeing Zhang Fan walking out, everyone rushed up.

"Well! Two bags of blood are transfused into the body, and the blood poisoning is completely cleared."

Zhang Fan nodded, very confident.

The whole treatment process doesn't look complicated, it's just a simple pill, then acupuncture, bloodletting, and blood transfusion.

Done!

However, this kind of thing is originally for laymen to watch the excitement, and for experts to watch the way.

They are all doctors of traditional Chinese medicine, and they are well aware of how difficult what Zhang Fan did just now.

Ask yourself, even if you give them decades of time, they will not be able to do what Zhang Fan has done.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Wei Deyun said three good words in succession and was very excited.

His traditional Chinese medicine hospital became the first hospital in China, and even in the world, to completely cure the advanced stage of blood poisoning.

Whether it is his reputation or achievements, he will usher in a terrifying rise.

"Miraculous doctor Zhang is young, but he is comparable to Hua Tuo, Zhong Jing, we old things, admire, admire."

An old Chinese doctor stood in front of Zhang Fan.

Looking at Zhang Fan's eyes, he looked like he was looking at a peerless treasure.

"The old man is absurd."

Zhang Fan smiled and said: "Senior has the experience of the senior, and the boy has the method of the boy, and he is not better than you."

"Hahaha……"

Wei Deyun laughed out loud.

He pointed to the three old Chinese doctors beside him.

"Master Zhang, let me introduce you."

"This is my chief doctor of Chinese medicine, senior Fang Yuanshan, who has been addicted to medicine all his life and has a deep knowledge of Chinese medicine."

"These two are Zhu Shiyuan and Dr. Li Youmu, who are also the treasures of our TCM hospital."

Following Wei Deyun's introduction, Zhang Fan nodded his head one by one.

If it weren't for Yiwu Baolu, he wouldn't have achieved what he is now.

As for those old seniors who really relied on their own lifelong research and study to get to where they are today, they are undoubtedly very respectful.

(End of this chapter)