When it was almost time to get off work in the afternoon, Wu Jingrong found Zhang Sheng in the dormitory on duty. The dormitory was full of the smell of Chinese herbal medicine. Zhang Sheng was sitting at the table fiddling with a few moxa sticks.

Wu Jingrong still has a certain understanding of traditional Chinese medicine. Acupuncture is actually called acupuncture in the strict sense. Acupuncture is physical therapy to stimulate the acupuncture points of the human body. Moxibustion relies on ignited moxa columns or moxa sticks to burn moxa at the corresponding acupuncture points of the human body. The two complement each other and form a perfect match. However, there are few doctors who really treat acupuncture simultaneously.

"The result is out, you're right." Wu Jingrong looked worried and had no time to pay attention to what kind of flowers Zhang Sheng was trying to do. The result was actually not as good as no results.

In the lower part of Wang Lao's left frontal lobe, a parasite with a slight five millimeter was removed through a biopsy. However, this also means that Wang Lao's condition is more complicated. The lesion area of ​​the parasite activity is too large. In addition, Wang Lao had just undergone minimally invasive hematoma removal surgery. If he had to use the knife again, Wang Lao's body could not withstand it. If he relied on drugs to deworm his insects, Wang Lao's condition is very dangerous now, and the side effects of the drug are enough to be fatal.

Wu Jingrong ran to Zhang Sheng's dormitory for some reason. Perhaps, because Zhang Sheng's performance in the afternoon was too unexpected, he could find out the root of the problem that many experts in the hospital were helpless, which made Wu Jingrong hold a glimmer of hope in his heart.

"I'm 70% sure if you use acupuncture." Zhang Sheng happily put the moxa sticks on the table into the small medicine box next to it. The small medicine box was brand new. It was obvious that Zhang Shengxin bought it for a while, it was genuine leather, milky white, and looked very fashionable.

Seeing his style, Wu Jingrong felt a little disappointed. He was so exaggerated when he bought a medical box. Isn’t it still the evil young man before? He was beaten and raised for a month and was injured and reborn as a miracle doctor? How could this be possible? He was really sick and seeking medical treatment. Why did he think of him to discuss it?

"Forget it, now Mr. Wang is in physical condition, can he still be inserted into his head?" Wu Jingrong shook his head and wanted to leave.

Zhang Sheng showed his usual lazy smile again, "Uncle, what are you thinking? Just using moxibustion, rubbing a few acupoints of the old man, it will not kill anyone. It will not hurt you. It will not make the old man's situation worse, right? Let's treat the dead horse as a living horse."

Wu Jingrong had a headache. This bad boy just couldn't spit out ivory in his mouth, but this really makes sense.

"That's the father of the Navy Chief No. 1, so I'm not going to joke with my head." Zhang Sheng spread his hands.

Wu Jingrong remembered the situation where Zhang Sheng massaged his chest and abdomen, and thought about this kid who was usually a human being, so he had avoided such a thing before, but now he volunteered, which is very abnormal. If he had not been crazy, he would have been sure.

Take a step back, just as this kid said, using moxa sticks to rub the acupoints will not worsen Mr. Wang’s condition.

Looking at Zhang Sheng's eyes, Wu Jingrong looked solemn: "Xiaosheng, this is not a joke. If something happens, your father can't protect you. If you are really sure, you will come to Ward No. 3, South Hospital."

Zhang Sheng smiled mysteriously: "Okay, I understand."

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At 7:25, Zhang Sheng came to the South Hospital, Room 3, Room 2 of the High-ranking Ward. This is a luxurious ward comparable to a five-star suite. The overall area is probably more than 100 square meters. The outer room is a rest and reception room, leather sofas and redwood floors, and a high-definition TV of more than 50-inches are luxurious everywhere. As for the inner ward, it can even be compared with the equipment of the intensive care unit. Of course, it was temporarily allocated because of Mr. Wang's condition.

The rest and reception room were sitting at Mr. Wang and his relatives. Commander Wang was not here. Now the hospital was talking about Mr. Wang's condition. On the way, Zhang Sheng heard that Commander Wang was ready to transfer his father to the General Hospital of the People's Liberation Army. The plane was at 10 o'clock in the evening. However, the information reported by the General Hospital was not very good. I heard that he was planning to use medicine to deworm his insects. The result depends on Mr. Wang's resistance. After all, he had just undergone a cerebral hemorrhage surgery. It is not suitable to take another surgery if he is as old as Mr. Wang.

I also heard that Commander Wang's son almost wanted to hit Dr. Zheng. Obviously, Zheng Youren, who had the surgery for Mr. Wang, became the punching bag for the Wang family to vent his dissatisfaction with the 601 Hospital.

Zhang Sheng entered the ward in the name of care, and the family members in the ward were persuaded to go out by Wu Jingrong. In addition to Wu Jingrong, there was also a nurse on duty, Sister Liu. Zhang Sheng understood when he saw this, Sister Liu was also Director Wu's person.

"It takes an hour, right?" Wu Jingrong asked and looked at his watch. When he saw Zhang Sheng slowly uncovering his small medicine box, Wu Jingrong's mind suddenly buzzed, "What are you doing?"

During this period, I was upset by various things, and Mr. Wang's condition made me fall into a state of destruction. If Mr. Wang was really transferred to the main hospital, then from then on, his neurosurgery department would never be able to raise his head in the hospital, and even to underestimate the whole hospital. If he wanted to go further in his career, he would basically be in a state of slaughter.

But no matter how confused you are, you can't pin your hopes on this kid, right? I'm really obsessed with it.

"No, no, Xiaosheng, let's go, let's go!" Wu Jingrong was about to give up. This kid suddenly made him think he was reliable, but something went wrong in this matter, and he was afraid that he would be stripped of his military uniform.

"There is no turning back when starting work. Uncle, if you want to leave, I won't leave." Zhang Sheng said, igniting the moxa stick in his hand.

Wu Jingrong slapped his forehead in a hurry and wanted to go over and pull him, but in front of Nurse Liu, it seemed to be very unremarkable. Then, Zhang Sheng took out a few yellow Cancan medicine cakes and pasted them on the acupoints of Old Wang's head, Tianzhu and other points, and attached the lit moxa sticks to it and gently rubbed them. The light and rapid technique was even Wu Jingrong could see that this was not a one-day effort.

Zhang Sheng smiled again and said, "If the medicine is not enough, the needle is not enough, you must moxibustion."

Wu Jingrong was stunned and was not in a hurry to pull him. Perhaps this playboy is really a famous family and has a talent, so it is no wonder that Gao Dazhao wanted to send him to be a doctor no matter what.

But I haven't discovered this ability before.

When he was in a daze, he saw Zhang Sheng take out a brilliant silver needle and stabbing it on Mr. Wang. Wu Jingrong exclaimed: "What are you doing?" Before he finished speaking, the silver needles had already fallen on the acupuncture points of the old man's limbs. The speed was amazing. Zhang Sheng gently twisted the silver needles and said: "These needles are all famous places, such as Jianjuan, Bingru, Quchi, Fengshi, Xuehai, Yanglingquan, and Zusanli. Just talk about Zusanli. Strengthen the body and mind, strengthen the body and mind, help the body and eliminate evil. The acupuncture method still needs to stimulate the patient's own immune system, and the medicine stone is just an auxiliary."

"The Plum Blossom Magic Needle, the sun is reappearing." Zhang Sheng said with satisfaction that after a long time, he applied the needle again, and this feeling of satisfaction was unparalleled.

Seeing Zhang Sheng's technique, Wu Jingrong was already stunned. This kid really has his own tricks.

Hearing Zhang Sheng's last sentence, Wu Jingrong was speechless again. This kid, his virtue will be saved in his life.

Nurse Liu was stunned. Unexpectedly, this famous playboy in the yard had such a skill.

Zhang Sheng was moxibustion while acupuncture. When he received the acupuncture, he was already sweating profusely. Nurse Liu kept wiping the sweat for him, sighing in his heart. He was quite handsome, but unfortunately his voice and sex were all day long, and his body and bones were empty. She didn't know that Zhang Sheng was not an ordinary acupuncture technique, and it took much effort.

Zhang Sheng quickly took the needle, took the towel handed by Nurse Liu to wipe his sweat, and shook his head. If it were himself in his previous life, he would not have breathed even after this acupuncture technique. Although his body had changed a lot compared to when he was possessed, he still seemed weak. He still had to supplement and condition, and he also needed to nourish the energy and refine the spirit and strengthen his body.

"How is it?" Wu Jingrong came over anxiously.

"It will take three days to do it. In the future, you can use ordinary acupuncture." Zhang Sheng said, sitting on the chair next to him weakly.

Wu Jingrong's heart sank, and Mr. Wang was about to be transferred to the hospital. The treatment was cured and it was also a contribution to the hospital.

Zhang Sheng gasped and said, "By the way, Nurse Liu, I saw the medical record, Mr. Wang was not allergic to cefospores, right? Then I put a small bottle of cefopiro on it."

Wu Jingrong was stunned when he heard this. He immediately understood, but he was not convinced, and said, "Are you saying? The parasites are controlled?" If the head parasite dies, the brain tissue will immediately form a rejection reaction and cause inflammation. At this time, anti-inflammatory drugs must be used.

Zhang Sheng nodded a little mentally and said, "Well, I'll help Mr. Wang do a physical examination in a while, and you should be able to see some effect."

Wu Jingrong rushed to Mr. Wang in three or two steps, picked up the flashlight to look at Mr. Wang's pupils, but Mr. Wang's pupils were still in astigmatism and did not reflect light.

Wu Jingrong shook his head in disappointment, raised his wrist and looked at his watch. If it was not proved that Zhang Sheng had effective treatment for Mr. Wang before 10 o'clock, then he had to hide this from everyone and not let people know that he had secretly brought Zhang Sheng for acupuncture, otherwise Mr. Wang would not get better in the general hospital, and his disaster would be a big deal.

Thinking of this, Wu Jingrong regretted it again. It was better to have less than more things. This was not unlucky. Mr. Wang's matter was getting more and more messed up by him.
Chapter completed!