Mr. Lu looked at Yan Zhun's dusty look and said, "Doctor Yan came back in order to treat me?"

Yan Zhun smiled and said, "I originally planned to come back today, but I was busy preventing the fruit trees in the morning, which wasted a while."

Mr. Lu was entertaining Yan Zhun and sat on the sofa, turned his head and ordered: "Go and pour the brewed Fuding White Tea into the pot."

Lu Jiaqi quickly brought tea.

Yan Zhun drove the car all the way, thirsty and tired, and was not polite. He rolled up his sleeves and raised his glass to drink all the warm tea in the cup, then he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This tea tastes so fragrant."

In fact, he didn't know what tea tasting is, but Mr. Lu must be good things that can be used to treat guests.

Mr. Lu smiled and said, "This year's new tea, the white tea tastes really good."

After saying that, Mr. Lu introduced: "Deyou, this is Dr. Yan Zhunyan who I told you."

Yan Zhun looked at Mr. Lu, a friend. He looked in his early sixties. Although his hair was a little gray, he was in good spirits.

"This is my old friend, Xue Deyou, the director of the Department of Neurology of the Third Provincial Hospital."

Yan Zhun was stunned when he heard this and looked at the old man sitting diagonally opposite him in surprise. This person turned out to be Xue Deyou.

The director of the psychiatric department of the Third Provincial Hospital is very famous in the circle. Yan Zhun often listens to people when he works in the central hospital.

When Yan Zhun looked at Xue Deyou, Xue Deyou was also observing Yan Zhun.

Xue Deyou and Mr. Lu have always met. When they were injured, Xue Deyou specially rushed from the provincial capital to treat Mr. Lu. Unfortunately, Mr. Lu's nerves were seriously damaged. In addition to trying to maintain other functions of the body, it is impossible to stand up again.

At least this was the result of Xue Deyou's diagnosis, so when he heard that Mr. Lu found a miracle doctor who could restore his legs to consciousness, he also asked about Yan Zhun's affairs and found that this person was just an intern doctor who was fired from the central hospital and had not even been transferred to a regular hospital. Xue Deyou immediately couldn't stay there and hurriedly took time from the province to come and take a look.

On the one hand, I want to visit my old friends, and on the other hand, I want to be strict and accurate.

Before, he just listened to Mr. Lu's praise for Yan Zhun's medical skills, and thought that this young doctor was not very reliable. Now that he saw the real person, he felt more and more that he was an opportunist.

Not to mention the distance, you can see from the fact that Yan Zhun is too hypocritical. How can anyone who truly understands tea drinks like this? Since they don’t understand, they pretend to be deliberately praising and praising, and they don’t look sincere enough when they see people.

Yan Zhun naturally didn't see Xue Deyou's full comments on him. Everyone was here, and he was not in a hurry to chat with the two old men.

Mr. Lu was indifferent again. After all, he had been waiting for three days and insisted on chatting for a few more words. Just as he was about to ask for treatment, Lu Jiaqi, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but say, "Grandpa, Dr. Yan finally came here, so let's treat first. If you have any questions, let's talk about it later."

Mr. Lu naturally nodded with joy and said, "Okay, OK."

Lu Jiaqi pushed Mr. Lu back to the room. Yan Zhun, as usual, began to take the pulse of Mr. Lu after purging his hands.

When Yan Zhun took the pulse, Xue Deyou stood beside him and looked at him with a serious expression. When he first came, he had already checked Mr. Lu. He was a Western doctor who could not take the pulse, but the examination lists Mr. Lu had done before were still there. He looked at them carefully one by one and knew Mr. Lu's situation.

Trauma causes damage to the spinal cord nerves, loss of sensation, movement, reflex and other functions of bilateral limbs below the injury plane, hemiplegia, muscle tissue atrophy, mild spinal anterior horn cell lesions, retarded paralysis caused by lesions localized to anterior horn cells, and no sensory damage.

In this case, it is impossible to restore perception between legs. Xue Deyou, like the diagnosis he had obtained before, was determined to be able to rely on massage and diet drugs to regulate his body's functions and strive to delay the speed of physical degeneration. There is no effective treatment method.

Xue Deyou stared at Yan Zhun and wanted to see how this kid planned to treat Mr. Lu.

"I've recovered well, I'll do acupuncture for you first." Yan Zhun let go of his hand, turned around and skillfully prepared the acupuncture tools.

The masseur came in to help Mr. Lu take off his clothes, and Lu Jiaqi gently brought the door when she went out.

Xue Deyou followed him without saying much. He looked at the whole process carefully and saw that he was famous.

Yan Zhun walked down a set of needles, not only did he know how to skillfully find the acupoints, but he found them very accurately. The most important point was that he even dared to directly acupuncture the main acupoints on the nerves and veins.

You should know that the nerves and veins are not like other parts of the body. If there is a little loss, it will kill people.

When Yan Zhun used the acupuncture to the Sanyinjiao point on the left leg, Mr. Lu suddenly groaned and frowned and said, "It hurts, hey! It hurts so much!"

Yan Zhun's hand movements did not stop and said, "It will hurt a little when you're 'gasy'. This is because your meridians are blocked for a long time and it will hurt a little when you are unblocked. It doesn't matter."

After Mr. Lu shouted pain, his expression slowly calmed down. He was too excited and opened his mouth but didn't say anything, but his eyes were obviously a little red.

After more than a year, he never felt these legs. This pain made him feel surprised to cry.

This time when I was in the needle, Mr. Lu had two more places where he felt his legs, and the time was obviously extended a little. Although it was so painful and itchy, Mr. Lu was happy.

Xue Deyou looked at Mr. Lu in amazement as Yan Zhun gradually applied the needle, shouting pain from time to time, and swallowing silently.

This, how is this possible!!

He couldn't understand Mr. Lu's situation very well. If acupuncture could be useful, how could he still be in bed and unable to move until today?

Moreover, Yan Zhun's acupuncture techniques do look very skillful, and he has real skills at first glance, but the acupuncture points where he is acupuncture are all large acupuncture on both lower limbs. During acupuncture treatment, doctors follow this procedure to perform acupuncture. Why is it that others have no effect? ​​Once Yan Zhun applies the acupuncture, Mr. Lu feels on his head?

Xue Deyou stared at Yan Zhun's injection of the acupuncture with all his attention, for fear of missing any details during the diagnosis and treatment.

After Yan Zhun finished acupuncture, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. Since his upgrading, his energy has increased. When he was acupuncture, his body was much more resistant than before.

Xue Deyou was just watching, but at this moment he was sweating profusely. He looked at Yan Zhun with surprise and joy, and was a little scared. This wave of back waves is really strong.

Xue Deyou couldn't help but be glad that he didn't attack at the beginning, otherwise it would be difficult to end with the current situation.

"Pick out the needle in twenty minutes." Yan Zhun explained, and simply packed up the acupuncture tools. Xue Deyou called him and sat on the sofa next to him.

"Xiao Yan, I wonder which university you graduated from?"

Xue Deyou changed his previous cold attitude and had a very enthusiastic conversation with Yan Zhun.
Chapter completed!