Miracle doctor tao yun

Ye Shaochuan carefully took out a palm sized box from his pocket and put it on a clean table. When he opened it, he took out a piece of cloth with thick needles, thick as a sewing needle, thin as cattle hair. The cloth was not big and shiny. It was estimated that there were no more than 100 needles on it.

Ye Shaochuan picked up a needle and acted skillfully and naturally. At first sight, it was professional. All of a sudden, it made the people present despise him a lot, and Wang Zhanghe had more confidence.

"Sister Lu, bring me some alcohol and I'll disinfect the needle." As if ye Shaochuan didn't see anyone else, he said hello to LV Qingxue and began to make preparations.

In fact, the equipment prepared in the laboratory is very complete, and what he needs to do now is nothing. The main thing is to detoxify the silver needle, and then start to inject the patient.

Normally, it doesn't need LV Qingxue's help. He can do it all by himself, but he knows very well that it's better to let LV Qingxue show her face at this time. The patient's family members have a high status at first sight. It's necessary to help LV Qingxue brush her face at this time, and there will be no less benefits in the future.

Where did LV Qingxue understand Ye Shaochuan's idea? She thought that she really needed help. She asked the nurse for a white coat and rushed to help. They looked at each other and laughed. Their movements were very tacit, just like when they were in a small clinic. Only at this time, the doctor changed to ye Shaochuan.

Ye Shaochuan, who had entered the state, had only the patient in his eyes. He was holding the silver needle in his hand and kept dropping it fast and accurately. After a while, the old lady had dozens of silver needles on her head.

All the people on the scene watched the scene without blinking. Wang Zhanghe was most nervous, but he didn't dare to disturb Ye Shaochuan. Naturally, other people didn't dare to speak. The atmosphere was dignified, and the atmosphere didn't dare to breathe.

In the blink of an eye, half an hour later, ye Shaochuan's speed of dropping the needle was much slower, and he seemed more cautious. Every time he dropped the needle, he had to turn it slightly for a moment.

"All right!"

Finally, ye Shaochuan long vomited a breath, calm way.

"All right?" Wang Zhanghe hurriedly came over, but he saw that his mother's face had no color of pain. If it wasn't for silver needles, it would be like sleeping peacefully.

"Well, the congestion in the patient's brain has been dispelled by me, and the tumor has been contained temporarily. It won't be long before I come back to life." Ye Shaochuan nodded.

"True or false?"

When the onlookers heard this, they all couldn't believe it. They didn't have to use a knife or prescribe medicine. They just pricked two needles so casually that they could disperse the congestion and contain the tumor. How could it be?

All the experts were present. In Yuanzhou, none of them had higher medical skills or more knowledge than them. However, the current situation made them feel bad. Ye Shaochuan's eyes were full of doubt, disbelief and inconceivability.

"How much longer will the patient wake up?" But Zou Changchun, the president of the hospital, was calm and asked.

"About ten minutes."

Ye Shaochuan said, and began to pull out the silver needles one by one.

A quarter of an hour later, the old lady finally opened her eyes. When Wang Zhanghe saw this scene, he almost didn't shed tears. This time, it wasn't Ye Shaochuan who did it. My mother was doomed, almost separated from Yin and Yang.

"Really wake up?"

Everyone was shocked to see this scene.

"Auntie, how are you feeling now?"

"Wake up at last, just wake up."

"Great..."

Everyone quickly surrounded, one by one more than their own mother are cordial, Wu Yuanliang and Zhang Heming is holding the old lady's hand tightly, as if the heart how happy, one by one greetings, is to let the old man some reaction, just looking at Wang Zhanghe.

Wang Zhang and nature went up to explain, introduce, and finally asked about my mother's feelings.

While all the people around the old lady, ye Shaochuan quietly put away the silver needle and stepped back with Zhou Wei and LV Qingxue. Looking at the lively scene, he felt very funny.

"Dr. ye, thank you very much this time."

At this time, Zou Changchun also squeezed out of the crowd, grabbed Ye Shaochuan's hand and said gratefully that this time, the situation is too urgent. If the vice municipal mother of the municipal Party committee dies in her own hospital, even if it's not her own reason, she will be in great trouble in the future. It can be said that ye Shaochuan has helped him a lot this time.

Moreover, he recommended Ye Shaochuan. Secretary Wang must be clear that now that the patient has been cured, there will always be this kind of kindness in the future.

As for the indirect attack on Zhang Heming, that is the additional benefit.

"President Zou, I just happen to meet him. You're welcome." Ye Shaochuan doesn't like Zou Changchun, but the other party helped himself before, and it's not good to speak ill of each other.

"It's a young hero." Zou Changchun holds Ye Shaochuan's hand and sighs that he suddenly feels a little old.

"Yes, Dr. Ye is very young, but his medical skills are so exquisite. It's really rare." At this time, Wang Zhanghe also came over, his face is not dignified, a lot of smile: "or teacher ye, this time my mother can be dangerous, I must thank some.""Secretary Wang is polite. Xiao Ye is a doctor, and it's his duty to treat and save people." Because ye Shaochuan was strongly recommended by Zhou Wei, Wang Zhanghe's affirmation of Ye Shaochuan at this time was her affirmation of Zhou Wei. She was very happy in her heart, but she said with a peaceful smile.

"It's my duty, but I can't do it if I can't do it." Wang Zhanghe looks at Ye Shaochuan, who is calm, not arrogant, and not happy because of his praise. He feels that he is different from ordinary young people. He values something in his heart, and comes forward to hold his hand.

"By the way, Dr. ye, I heard from you that my mother's tumor can be cured, right?" Looking at Ye Shaochuan, Wang Zhanghe asked with a smile.

"Yes." This time, ye Shaochuan didn't have any ambiguity, but answered in the affirmative.

"That's great."

Wang Zhang and Wen Yan were delighted and asked: "I don't know how to treat it, how long does it take?"

"This tumor..." Ye Shaochuan was about to explain. In fact, if he didn't worry about being too shocking, he could make the old lady recover and leave the hospital on the spot, but now he can't say so.

"Wait a minute!"

However, before ye Shaochuan could speak, a voice came in and interrupted him. Wu Yuanliang, a provincial expert, came over and looked at Ye Shaochuan, but he said to Wang Zhanghe: "Secretary Wang, brain tumor is not a small problem. Even foreign experts and scholars dare not say that it can be cured. Is this doctor ye more serious than foreign experts? By the way, Dr. ye, are you qualified to practice medicine? "

Naturally, ye Shaochuan does not have the qualification to practice medicine. He is just like an ordinary barefoot doctor. He has medical skills, but he has not been officially recognized.

"I'm not qualified to practice medicine." In the face of Wu Yuanliang's question, ye Shaochuan is not angry, light way.

Wu Yuanliang did not expect that ye Shaochuan was not qualified to practice medicine. Hearing this, he was even more excited and his voice became more severe: "you dare to treat people casually even if you are not qualified to practice medicine. This is not to cure and save people, but to care about people's lives. If something goes wrong, can you afford the responsibility?"