This doctor is not short of money

Chapter 354 Can Traditional Chinese Medicine Give First Aid

Unexpectedly, Dr. Du is not only excellent in internal medicine, but also in orthopedics.

However, Cao Binghe was only slightly surprised by Du Heng's "craftsmanship", and his attention was still attracted by Lan Changhua who fell to the ground.

Seeing that Du Heng had controlled such a sudden violent man, he hurried to Lan Changhua himself.

As for the two people beside Lan Changhua, Du Heng was also very "admirable."

The female doctor who was blocked by the electric baton had dull eyes and covered her mouth with both hands, just like a "stupid bi", with her mouth opened in an O shape, staring blankly at everything in front of her, and she didn't have the snarky attitude just now The momentum of never admitting defeat.

As for the other male student with the internship sign, this dog R jumped back just now and dodged far away.

It wasn't until he saw Du Heng kicking away the electric prod that fell to the ground and blocking in front of the man that he rushed towards Lan Changhua in a hurry.

Cao Binghe cared about the teacher, ran to him, called the teacher, and began to check under his hands.

His face was blue, his lips were tightly closed, and he didn't know whether he was stunned by the electric shock or the fall.

But no matter which one, it's not very comfortable anyway.

Even if Du Heng didn't quite understand how many volts of electricity was electrified and what the sound of the current was, the sound of "Zi La" when the electric rod was electrified just now was definitely louder than the sound of short-circuiting electrical appliances at home.

Besides, for a 70-year-old man, just being shocked and then falling to the ground in a daze, that feeling is absolutely uncomfortable.

Seeing that the teacher was holding his breath, Cao Binghe listened to his chest and ears, and immediately took a standard cardiopulmonary resuscitation posture. As soon as he picked up his hands, he suddenly felt that he was kicked by someone, and his body could not stop leaning to the side. for a moment.

Immediately turned around and glared at Du Heng, "What are you doing?"

Du Heng was also very speechless.

This Cao Binghe looked like a professionally trained doctor, and his cardiopulmonary resuscitation posture was as standard as a textbook.

But can it be done for Lan Changhua?
A 70-year-old man, even if he is usually in good spirits, it is a basic fact that his body degenerates.Elderly people in this age group definitely already have osteoporosis.

Those who are healthy and healthy look like normal people, but once they are hit by external forces, their bones are as brittle as thin bamboo.

As far as Cao Binghe's standard posture goes, Du Heng can guarantee that there is no need for a second stroke, and this Professor Lan will have two ribs broken.

"What are you doing?" Cao Binghe was very angry.

Du Heng said softly, "After learning this set of movements, you have never used them, have you?"

Cao Binghe was awakened by the words, and just about to speak, he saw that Du Heng had already squatted down.

At this time, I also forgot that I was kicked by Du Heng just now, and I quickly got up and squatted beside Du Heng, and at the same time, Du Heng's voice came from my ear, "Is there a needle?"

"What needle?" Cao Binghe didn't realize it.

Du Heng was also stunned for a moment. If Wu Buwei said this by his side, he would definitely have slapped his ears. A doctor of traditional Chinese medicine, a student and assistant of the old professor, what needle do you ask?

The embroidery needles I want! ! !

Gan! ! !
"Long needles, get me three."

"What long needle?" Cao Binghe still looked confused.

Du Heng turned his head slightly dull, and he had a very bad premonition in his heart, "Don't you have long needles for acupuncture?"

Cao Binghe shook his head, "We have never learned acupuncture, and we don't use acupuncture. If patients need it, there is an acupuncture department next to us."

Sure enough, Du Heng licked his lips.

He doesn't know whether this teaching mode of modern Chinese medicine is good or bad for future development, but based on his own work experience, if a Chinese medicine doctor abandons acupuncture as a treatment method, or acupuncture and moxibustion cannot be compared with his own dialectical treatment. Combining is equivalent to lame a leg.

In his own experience, the combination of decoction and acupuncture can have a therapeutic effect of [-]%.

If there are only decoctions and medicines, then the treatment can also be sixty or seventy.

However, acupuncture and moxibustion alone will definitely not achieve the thirty or forty effect.

Based on Du Heng's experience, simply using acupuncture cannot be said to have no effect, it can only be said that the effect is very limited.Except for very few diseases, if acupuncture is used purely for other diseases without the cooperation of soup and medicine, it is no different from a liar, charging expensive treatment fees with negligible effects.

Therefore, only the combination of soup, acupuncture and moxibustion can achieve the best therapeutic effect.

On this point, Du Heng got the best test and proof when he was treating stroke patients in the hospital.

Patients who only received decoction treatment, such as Baomi’s father, recovered to be able to walk and live independently in three months. After 20 days to one month, you can be discharged from the hospital, and you can take care of yourself.

But this is not my territory, I just thought about it, got up and picked up my bag from the ground.

"Doctor Du, do you know acupuncture? Is it useful? Shall I go to the acupuncture department next door and borrow one for you?" Cao Binghe said in a hurry.

Du Heng shook his head, and took out the needles he brought from his bag.

Waiting for you to get it from the next door, afraid that your teacher won't be able to wait, "No need, I have it here."

After the alcohol cotton was sterilized, Du Heng, with the help of Cao Binghe, injected acupuncture at three acupoints of Shaoshang and Yongquan among Lan Changhua's people.

Then he took out a small packet of medicinal powder from the bag and blew it into Lan Changhua's nostrils.

Cao Binghe has learned first aid, such as cardiopulmonary resuscitation, and Heimlich, which is a must.

However, because of his major and department, he had only learned it before. Speaking of application, today was the first time, and he was kicked by Du Heng directly, so he didn't dare to use it anymore.

Looking at Du Heng's dazzling operations, and now watching Du Heng blowing medicine, he asked like a fool, "Dr. Du, can acupuncture still be used as a first aid?"

Regarding Cao Binghe's question, Du Heng didn't have any complacency or thoughts of being superior to others, but was sad.

Where is this place?
It is the capital, it is the good friend hospital, and it is the place with the highest level of Chinese medicine in the country.

But here, a student of a professor of Chinese medicine asks himself whether Chinese medicine can give first aid. This is not something to be proud of.

But now these patients gathered at the door, in the eyes of Du Heng, suddenly turned into a scene of false prosperity.

Sighing softly, Du Heng nodded and said, "Of course, Chinese medicine can provide first aid. Acupuncture and moxibustion can stimulate the body's response in a short period of time, and powder is very convenient. It can be used in the fastest way to achieve the purpose of first aid."

While Du Heng was talking, he was constantly adjusting the needle with the strong stimulation method, while Cao Binghe reached out and touched Lan Changhua's wrist, wanting to feel his pulse, "Then what medicine did you just blow, Doctor Du?"

"Clear customs powder, for enlightenment."

As soon as Du Heng finished speaking, Lan Changhua on the ground sneezed violently, which startled Cao Binghe who had just felt his pulse.

When I looked again, Lan Changhua on the ground sneezed again, then opened his eyes unsteadily, his eyes were full of confusion.

Cao Binghe was so excited that he hurried to Lan Changhua's side, "Teacher, teacher, how do you feel?"

The remaining man and woman also squeezed over, pushing Du Heng out who was still adjusting the needle, and asked with great concern, "Teacher, how are you? What's wrong?"

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I hurt you."

Seeing the two mourners, Du Heng, who was squeezed away, didn't feel angry, and pulled away the female doctor who squeezed him, "I will cry later, the needles are all crooked, so I didn't see it."

Du Heng didn't save face just because she was a woman, he dragged her back by pulling her collar, squatted down in front of Lan Changhua, and took back the inserted needle.

Lan Changhua looked at the strange but familiar man in front of him, and heard the man's voice that was still howling in pain and cursing, and said with a wry smile, "Dr. Du is here, and I want you to watch a joke."

"Professor Lan can meet such patients everywhere, and I have encountered them several times."

Lan Changhua smiled wryly again, and was about to speak when the security guard's voice was finally heard outside the clinic.

"Professor Lan, what's wrong with you now?" Du Heng packed up the needles and began to ask Lan Changhua.

"My arm hurts a little, and my heart is beating very fast."

Only then did everyone remember that Lan Changhua had just been shocked.

He quickly pulled up his sleeves, and saw two black spots on his arms.

It's winter, and the clothes are thick. If it's summer, if you stick it directly to the flesh, it is estimated that the part that was electrocuted will be zoomed directly.

At the same time, everyone turned their attention to the crying man with his arms folded on the ground, and the electric baton that was kicked away to the other side. There was only one question in their minds, how many volts was the electric baton the grandson was holding?
The crowd was chased out by the security guards who came in, and then came to the edge of the desk, accompanied by Chu Xuwei, the director of the internal medicine department of traditional Chinese medicine, and a policeman.

Seeing Lan Changhua on the ground, director Chu Xuwei almost peed out of fear, "Teacher, are you alright?"

Lan Changhua shook his head lightly, closed his eyes and didn't want to talk. Today's matter is dangerous on the one hand, mainly because of embarrassment.

He has been practicing medicine for almost 50 years. At the end of his career, he was labeled as a hooligan, which hurt him more than the electric baton he suffered.

Chu Xuwei was angry, "What's going on?"

The crying female doctor next to her began to narrate, but Du Heng was depressed all over her head.

"Guys, shall we send Professor Lan to have an inspection first, and then talk about other things?"

The sudden interruption made everyone stunned, and then the doctor who went to call the security at the door reacted, turned around and went out again, and within 2 minutes, a stretcher cart came.

Then everyone lifted Professor Lan up and walked outside the clinic.

The policeman who didn't want to come along suddenly shouted again, "Excuse me, who of you made this man's shoulder?"

The people pushing the cart stopped and looked at Du Heng together.

At this time, Cao Binghe said to the other two, "You push the teacher to do the examination."

After speaking, he turned to the policeman who was questioning, "What's the matter, comrade policeman?"

(End of this chapter)