Chinese Medicine Hospital Affiliated to Xijing University.

Although this is not the first time, Fang Yuan still doesn't like the atmosphere in the hospital.

Depressed, dull, and with the last bit of hope...it is easy to make people feel suffocated.

"Haha...Professor Tian, ​​what wind blows you?"

Professor Tian and Fang Yuan came to the hospital office in white coats. A chubby and somewhat bald dean immediately greeted him, with a smile like a spring breeze and rain on his face.

"Old Wang, this is the little party I mentioned to you!"

Professor Tian smiled and pushed Fang Yuan out: "He is preparing to experiment with a new set of traditional Chinese medicine techniques, and wants to find a few cases here..."

"That's how..."

Dean Wang frowned and then stretched out: "No problem... I will go to the hall for a few days, I will take the responsibility!"

The reason why I am so polite is that Mr. Tian is a Taishan Beidou-level figure in the traditional Chinese medicine world, and even he has a bit of a relationship.

"Am I that kind of person? Don't worry, Xiao Fang's professional qualification has come out long ago!"

Professor Tian glared.

"Oh, so that's it!"

Dean Wang smiled and said, "Is this the student you brought? It turns out that famous teachers produce great disciples!"

As for other probationary periods, work experience, he immediately ignored it: "What do you mean?"

"Director Wang, I came here this time just to find difficult and complicated diseases. If you think you can't cure it, you can leave it to me!"

Fang Yuan smiled and went forward to hand over the cigarette.

"Um?"

Dean Wang was stunned and even forgot to call him: "Why is this?"

"The main thing is to ask the patients and their families to despair, and they can sign an agreement and have fewer disputes in the future... And I want three generations of old, middle-aged and young people, three people, and it is best to have patients with similar situations to facilitate comparison!"

Fang Yuan said the conditions in one breath, and hinted that he would sponsor and donate to the Chinese Medicine Hospital in his personal name.

"As long, I'll prepare now!"

Dean Wang was stunned and quickly agreed.

After all, traditional Chinese medicine is far less popular than Western medicine at this time. Even his affiliated hospital of Xijing University felt that it was a bit difficult to operate.

"What kind of ecstasy soup did you... give Dean Wang?"

Professor Tian asked carefully when he saw that there was no one beside him.

"Just promised to give some sponsorship... Of course, I won't do this on the surface!"

Fang Yuan smiled: "I personally use foreign exchange to buy some equipment and give it to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and then you donate it to the hospital on behalf of the school. What's the point of being innocent?"

"Oh...you young people nowadays!"

Professor Tian was speechless, not knowing whether it was joy or sorrow.

A moment later, Dean Wang came back, and there were several doctors following him: "Dr. Xiao Fang, hello, I have screened out the case you are looking for for you."

Immediately handed over three documents: "Lu Wei, 65 years old, with multiple organ failures in the body, Zhao Guoping, 37 years old, with advanced gastric cancer, and Sun Xiaohong, 15 years old, with paralysis. These are all similar cases, what do you think?"

"Yes, let's talk to them and their families later, and I will pay the medical expenses!"

Fang Yuan looked through the information a few times and found that they were all with average family conditions and were already overwhelmed. The chances of agreeing were very high.

"You are responsible for the agreement, and I will go after signing the signature!"

Fang Yuan closed the case book, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Why are there always so many sadness and separation in this world?

...

"Ah? OK!"

Several doctors withdrew and a low conversation came in: "Why are the newcomer like this? Nose facing the sky?"

"After all, is it Mr. Tian's student? Our dean wants to give him some face!"

"Then you can't joke about the patient... But being able to pay the medical expenses for the patient has also solved the three of us..."

...

"Doctor Fang! The three patients and their families agreed to sign, this is an agreement!"

A moment later, a nurse came in and handed over three contracts to Fang Yuan.

"Well, okay, let's go and see this old Mr. Lu Wei first!"

Fang Yuan stood up slowly, and his temperament changed.

Indifferent and Qingyuan, with a little bit of the kindness of a great doctor, the young nurse rubbed her eyes.

She seems to have only seen a doctor with such temperament in a few old professors.

Fang Yuan ignored these things and entered the ward: "It's Mr. Lu Wei, right? I'm the attending doctor for this course of treatment!"

"It's you?"

Several middle-aged men and women next to them looked at Fang Yuan suspiciously and muttered a few words: "Anyway, you have all reimbursed the medical expenses of my old man during the period of hospitalization, right?"

"Yes!"

Fang Yuan nodded.

"Very good, then I'll leave it to you. Remember to hire a nurse every day!"

The few people immediately left, and the feeling of relaxation after getting rid of the trouble made Fang Yuan sigh secretly.

It is not a false statement that there is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time.

On the hospital bed, the old man opened his eyes, but there were not many expressions on his face with his crisscrossed wrinkles, either difficult to express, or he was already numb.

"The treatment I arranged before was suspended first, I will use a needle to show him..."

Fang Yuan sat next to him and took out a silver needle.

The needle he used at this time was about three inches long and very soft, which surprised the nurse next to him.

Not every doctor can use such slender and slender needles. If one is not good, it will bend before the slightest slightest slight will bend.

‘Well… Sure enough, the candle of life is like a candle in the wind, and the body is like a rotten wood!’

The needle method in the Qingnang Sutra Treatise on the Qingnang Sutra is slightly pricked.

A stream of internal breath slowly passed by, the old man was shocked and his eyes finally turned.

"Mr. Lu... I am just a doctor, not a god. Therefore, my treatment can only relieve your pain and make you walk more peacefully in the last part of your life!"

Fang Yuan applied the needle meticulously and said slowly.

"Sick... the patient's mouth moved!"

The nurse screamed in sharp eyes.

In her eyes, the old man was almost dead, and it was not surprising that he would die immediately. But at this time, looking at the old man's face, he felt a lot more relaxed, and it seemed that he was not so painful.

"Thank you...thank you!"

The old man squirmed his lips and spit out two words.

"You're welcome, this is what I deserve!"

Fang Yuan stood up with a smile and called the nurse: "From now, you will take care of him personally, so I don't need to say more about other dietary taboos, right?"

"Oh, yes!"

Fang Yuan now had a mysterious impression in the little nurse's mind, and immediately agreed and did not dare to violate it.

...

"No! I won't agree!"

In the evening, after applying a needle to No. 2 Zhao Guoping and comforting his wife with red eyes beside him, Fang Yuan came to the last ward.

Inside, a fierce female voice came out: "Xiaohong's condition has just been controlled, how can she change the attending doctor rashly? I don't agree!"

"Ahem... Qin Wanqing, pay attention to your words. This is the director's decision. Besides, the patient's family also agrees. What are you involved in?"

A fellow doctor advised him.

"Doctor Qin, we thank you for your kindness, but Xiaohong still wants to stand up. We don't want to miss any hope..."

A middle-aged couple said with red eyes.

“…”

Dr. Qin suddenly fell into silence. He wanted to say that the patient's thigh had been tested and his nerves had long been necrotic, and even a miracle could not stand up again.

But at this time, looking at the girl who was half leaning on the bed and big eyes moved her lips and couldn't speak. After a long time, she found the target of the muzzle:

"If it's a famous doctor, I'll admit it... But Xiaohong, you have to know that the doctor who treats you is only sixteen years old this year!"
To be continued...