This doctor is not short of money

Chapter 860 He Proves We Are Waste

Originally, everyone had already ignored Du Heng.

But suddenly I heard Du Heng want a set of acupuncture needles, which aroused everyone's curiosity.

It's just that at this time, everyone was just curious, and didn't think that Du Heng could really lower the patient's blood pressure with acupuncture.

If Chinese medicine really had such means, it would not be rubbed against the ground by modern medicine like it is now.

And under everyone's curious eyes, Du Heng's first injection went to Baihui acupoint.

Seeing the long silver needle slowly and continuously shortening made everyone present twitch.

Is this stuck in your head?
The deputy director who spoke before felt even more heartbroken, and opened his mouth to tell Du Heng to stop.

The scene of a needle being inserted into the forehead was something he had never seen nor imagined.

He wanted Du Heng to help him solve a troublesome matter, or make him make a fool of himself, but he didn't want Du Heng to pull him to die together.

With such a long needle inserted into the head, he must be a fool if he doesn't die, right?

But the moment he opened his mouth, he quickly closed it again.

Because he saw Du Heng holding his breath, and also saw the patient whose face remained unchanged.

He suddenly realized that if he frightened Du Heng by speaking out at this time, it might become a problem if nothing happened.

Just as he shut up, Du Heng's first needle was delivered.And as his fingers moved away, the body of the needle tremblingly appeared before everyone's eyes.

And at this time, all the people present subconsciously exhaled, and their bodies relaxed in an instant.

Be darling, no wonder this person has such a great reputation, but he has the courage to inject the needle in this position. It is a strange thing that he is not famous.

While surprised at Du Heng's courage, another thought emerged in everyone's mind, that is, Du Heng is too adventurous.

Although the patient is fine now, as far as they can see, the needle has been inserted into the forehead at least two centimeters long.

At this depth, one or two times is okay, but if there are too many times, something big will happen in the end.

It's just that their thoughts haven't settled yet, and everyone tensed up instantly.

Du Heng, who had just stopped, picked up a needle again, and before everyone could react, he inserted it directly into the patient's left temple.

At this time, among the crowd watching, a young female doctor uttered a short but loud voice, "No."

Don't what?
Du Heng's expression remained unchanged, and his hand holding the needle was as steady as Mount Tai.

It wasn't until the needle reached the position he thought was appropriate that everyone saw the trembling long needle again.

And at this time, Du Heng turned his head slightly, glanced at the place where the sound came out, then lowered his head and picked up the third needle.

At the same time, Dean Tian let out a sigh of relief, and with a warning look, he swept away towards the watching crowd.

Her meaning was obvious, either shut up and watch quietly, or just get out.

But just after she finished scanning, Du Heng's third needle directly pierced into the patient's right temple.

With just these two needles, the heartbeats of everyone present continued to accelerate.

Temple!

Even for those who don't understand Chinese medicine, they all know that the temple is one of the fatal points of the human body.

A pat or a blow can make people dizzy for a while, so what about a needle?

If something goes wrong this time, then it's not a matter of the patient becoming stupid, he probably will die directly, right?
And when Du Heng was preparing the fourth needle, the eyes of everyone looking at Du Heng became a little flickering.

At this time, they felt that Du Heng was not bold and adventurous, but a little crazy.

But the madness in front of him has no intention of stopping at all.

Because when they were in a trance, Du Heng's fourth needle directly pierced the Yintang point between the eyebrows.

In this position that everyone thought was full of bones, Du Heng easily inserted a centimeter of needle.

That's amazing, how did he find that gap quickly and accurately in a split second?
But the needle at this position is not as exciting as before.

Although everyone has slowly begun to admire Du Heng's craftsmanship, they are not as nervous and frightened as before.

Then, they looked at Du Heng quietly, without blinking their eyes, and picked up two more needles and stuck them on the back of the patient's neck.

And this acupuncture point is the Fengchi point on the back of the neck.

It's just that almost everyone present didn't know what this acupoint was called, and they didn't know that Fengchi acupoint had the effect of calming the liver and subduing yang, and it was the simplest and most practical place to treat high blood pressure.

This acupoint does not need acupuncture at ordinary times, but when you feel dizzy, dizzy, bloated, or flushed, you only need to press lightly with your thumbs or rub the heels of your palms for a while, and there will be obvious improvement.

After all the needles in these acupoints were inserted, Du Heng straightened up and let out a long breath of foul air.

It can be seen that he himself has spent a lot of attention on the needles in these positions.

Just when everyone thought the acupuncture was over, Du Heng gently rolled up the patient's sleeve.

Both arms are the same, and the sleeves are rolled up above the elbows before stopping.

Everyone frowned, not understanding what Du Heng was trying to do.

Only Du Heng knew that what he was doing now was still lowering the blood pressure of the patients.

But everyone was puzzled.

Although they couldn't understand how Du Heng put the needles in, and they didn't understand why they put the needles in these places, but at least the positions of these places were all on the head.

But it can be guessed that the purpose of Du Heng's doing this is to reduce the pressure on the cerebral blood vessels, thereby reducing the load on the heart.

But now Du Heng obviously wanted to make a fuss about the patient's arm, which made them a little confused.

Is this too far away?

These ideas of theirs are right or wrong.

The fundamental purpose of Du Heng's acupuncture is to regulate qi and dredge collaterals, benefit the mind and calm the nerves, reduce turbidity and promote clearness.

And now the patient's elbow is exposed in order to be able to place acupuncture on the Quchi acupoint at the bend of the elbow.

And this needle does not simply go down to Quchi point, but enters the needle from Quchi point, and then connects to Shaohai point not far from Quchi point.

After connecting these two acupoints, all his acupuncture today can be regarded as a complete meridian.

Just when everyone was puzzled, but felt that there was nothing to see about needles on the arm, they were shocked again.

Needling on the head before looked very dangerous and nervous, but Du Heng was also cautious, as gentle as a big girl embroidering.

But when it came to the arm, Du Heng's needle movement changed. . .Brutal and rough.

When inserting the needle, it is no longer as careful and slow as before, but inserted very casually.And after the needle is inserted, it is not like the previous few needles, just a little trembling and it is over.

Du Heng used a lot of lifting, thrusting, thrusting and turning on the needles on the two elbows.

It didn't look like he was treating people, but rather like playing casually on a piece of dead pork.

At this time, Du Heng didn't care about them, just adjusted the needles on his own.And such almost 'rough' movements took 30 seconds each time, adjusted every 2 minutes, and lasted for half an hour.

But at this moment, these people present didn't dare to ask, they couldn't ask anymore.

If I asked, I was afraid that Du Heng would look at them like an idiot.

During the adjustment process, some people thought it was very interesting and watched Du Heng's movements without blinking.

Some people said it was very boring.

They just wanted to know whether Du Heng's fierce operation was of any use.So one or two began to whisper and whisper.

And those who stood at the back, those at the lowest end of the food chain in the department, were bored and anxious now.

They don't understand Chinese medicine, and they don't like Chinese medicine; they also expressed no interest in the Du Heng in the middle of the venue who caught his attention.

Now they want to check the next one as soon as possible, and then send away these leaders who have almost done nothing, and immediately go back to write the cases that they have not finished writing.

And when they think of cases, these people's heads hurt even more.

Especially for those who turn from surgery to internal medicine, the case records of internal medicine are cumbersome and cumbersome.

Even after writing the case of internal medicine as required, and then recalling the case of surgery, it cannot be called a case at all, but a draft that is too simple to be simpler.

Thinking of this, they couldn't wait to see Du Heng who was dawdling and wasting everyone's time.

But Mr. Tian didn't speak, the director lowered his head to watch carefully, and the other deputy directors also walked around like curious babies, which made them very helpless.

At this time, Du Heng didn't have the mind to take care of other things, he just did his own thing with peace of mind.

After reaching his psychological expectation, Du Heng gave the injection decisively.

At this time, the deputy director frowned and asked, "Doctor Du, is this the end?"

"Let's come to an end for now." Du Heng put away the needles in his hand and said softly, "It's better to have another massage, so the effect will be better."

Massage?

The deputy chief doctor's face wrinkled, showing reluctance.

And there are several other deputy directors who have the same performance.

Although Du Heng's previous injections made people feel terrified.

But after adjusting his mentality, he felt that Du Heng's methods were nothing more than playing tricks.

It has taken such a long time, and now I have to massage and waste another time, then I am taking myself too seriously.

Could it be that he thought that everyone present was just like him, a bunch of idlers with nothing to do?

The deputy chief physician frowned and asked, "Dr. Du, how long will it take for you to see the effect after finishing these things just now?
Or should we wait and see the effect before making further plans? "

Du Heng's eyes jumped slightly.

This old boy actually used the word 'something' to describe his treatment process just now. It can be seen from the bottom of his heart that he doesn't think that the injection he just gave is a kind of treatment method.

Du Heng pursed his lips and said, "Let's measure the patient's blood pressure now."

The deputy chief doctor glanced at Du Heng in surprise.

Check now?

Is this preparing to be shameless, or does he have this confidence?
The deputy chief doctor didn't care what Du Heng thought, and turned to the resident doctor behind him to get the sphygmomanometer.

It's good if it works, if it doesn't work, it's not me who is ashamed anyway.

It's just that the deputy director still didn't realize it, and glanced at Dean Tian at the side.

He was afraid that Du Heng would be ashamed, and Dean Tian would be unhappy, which would implicate him.

But after thinking about it, when the resident doctor at the back came to him with a blood pressure monitor, he didn't hesitate at all and started measuring directly.

152/100?

How much was it before?

Looking at the numbers on the blood pressure monitor, the deputy chief physician blinked his eyes twice quickly.

It seems to be 170/145.

After the deputy chief physician thought of the previous figures, his head was a little dazed, and he felt a little messy.

His eyes were even more involuntary, and he looked at the blood pressure meter several times.

This shit can't be broken, can it?

These people in the nurse's station are also real. When they are working, can they cherish a little bit?

At this time, the resident doctor next to him licked his lips and said, "Mr. Fan, is this wrong?"

Checked wrong?
Teacher Fan suddenly thought that he hadn't used this thing for a long time, and it was very likely that he made a mistake just now.

But at this time, neither of them felt that Du Heng was responsible for this moment, but only thought that something might have gone wrong.

"Come on, check it again, check carefully this time, don't make mistakes."

"Good teacher Fan."

The resident doctor nodded, reached over Deputy Director Fan's work, and started to check blood pressure again.

155/105?

This is the same as before. Is it true that the blood pressure monitor is broken?

Deputy Director Fan frowned and shouted back, "Bring another blood pressure monitor over here, this thing of yours is broken."

As soon as these words came out, the face of the head nurse who came to join in the fun changed.

The blood pressure meter is a tool that is used all the time in their department.

If this thing is wrong, it's no small matter.

That would be big trouble.

"Go, bring a new blood pressure monitor, hurry up." The head nurse looked ugly, and after she finished speaking, she carefully glanced in the direction of the department director.

And this look made her panic.

Because both the director and Dean Tian had ugly and smelly faces.

The head nurse couldn't help praying: Dr. Du, please, you are not pretending, you are capable, it must not be that my blood pressure monitor is broken.

140/102?

The measurement figures of the new blood pressure monitor came out.

The high pressure changes a bit, but the low pressure remains basically the same.

Could this be bad too?
After the results were measured again with the new blood pressure monitor, everyone's expressions immediately became weird.

Surprise, doubt and other emotions began to appear.

But only director Tian's face showed a sense of relief and joy.

At this time, the head nurse saw Deputy Director Fan looking at her, and hurriedly said, "This blood pressure monitor is new, and it is definitely not broken.

Everyone saw it with their own eyes, and the packaging was just removed. "

Everyone just glanced at the head nurse, not really thinking that the blood pressure monitor was really broken, and then looked at the few people in front with weird eyes again.

Deputy Director Fan's expression was very tangled, to the point of perversion.

His blood pressure has dropped, and his troubles have been relieved, so he should be happy.

But this also shows that the young man in front of him is a man of real ability.

The point is that he didn't embarrass him, but he used his own power to prove that these people standing in the ward now, no matter men, women or children, are fucking waste.

(End of this chapter)