This doctor is not short of money

Chapter 900 A Domineering and Righteous Name

"Really?" The boy's mother's voice was a little trembling, and she waited expectantly for Du Heng's answer.

In fact, the medical staff on duty had already mentioned this issue, but she didn't believe it.

She only believes in Du Heng now.

Of course Du Heng would not disappoint her trust, with a slight smile, he nodded directly and said it was true.

"That's good, that's good." The boy's mother took a step back, her expression changed from anxious and excited at the beginning to slowly becoming dull, and she also murmured in a low voice, which only she could hear clearly if.

The boy's mother was like this, and his grandmother was even more unbearable. When Du Heng came in, the old lady stood there stiffly, holding on to the window sill behind her.

Du Heng winked at the nurse next to him, and the nurse immediately understood, pulled his colleagues around him, and helped the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law to find a place to rest.

Then Du Heng turned his head and looked at the sleeping boy again. After a moment of silence, he gave the doctor on duty a new prescription to help the boy feel at ease.

After the explanation, there is nothing to do in the ward for the time being. As for how the child is recovering, the final result will not be known until the child wakes up.

So Du Heng asked everyone to go back to rest, and don't disturb the patient and his mother and grandma.

As for himself, he didn't intend to go home after checking the time, so he went directly to the office and continued to squat on the big sofa for a while.

Half asleep and half awake, Du Heng was awakened by the ringing of his mobile phone again. When he looked up, the sky outside the window was already bright.

Glancing at the caller ID, Du Heng rubbed his face vigorously and got up from the sofa before answering the phone, "Old Zheng, why did you call me so early?"

Zheng Yuancheng's voice on the other end of the phone was a little hurried. Before Du Heng's voice fell, he asked, "Xiao Du, I heard that the child woke up?"

Du Heng smiled lightly, the news spread quickly enough, "I woke up at two o'clock in the morning this morning, and fell asleep again around 02:30."

"Okay, okay, sure enough, I didn't misread you, I knew you boy would have a solution." Zheng Yuancheng's hearty laughter came directly through the receiver of the mobile phone.

But no matter how happy the voice was, it couldn't conceal the weakness in it.

Du Heng sighed softly in his heart.

What happened to Zheng Yuancheng was completely hurt.

Even if I have made adjustments to the symptoms, it cannot solve the fundamental problem.

And this is not good news for an old man who is over eighty years old.

But Zheng Yuancheng didn't think so much about Du Heng, after laughing, he asked Du Heng again, "How is the child's specific condition, did he hurt his brain?

I heard from people in the hospital that after the child woke up, he was a little disrespectful. "

"After all, the patient has been in a coma for more than three months. It is normal to have these problems, but the specific situation can only be known after the child wakes up."

Du Heng restrained his emotions for a while, and then said loudly, "The doctor on duty had communicated with the patient before, in addition to the above-mentioned problems, the doctor on duty said that the patient's thinking logic was clear during the communication.

So I don't think short-term amnesia is a problem. It should be alleviated after the child wakes up. "

"If you think it's okay, then it's okay." After hearing Du Heng's words, Zheng Yuancheng stopped talking, "Then you have to pay more attention to this matter, Xiao Du."

"Old Zheng, you can rest at ease, the hardest part is over, and the rest should be easy."

After the two talked a few more words, Zheng Yuancheng hung up the phone while laughing.

But before Du Heng could take a breath, the phone rang again.

Looking down, it was Lan Changhua who called this time.

Du Heng smiled helplessly. If he guessed right, he should still ask about this young man.

And he thought well, that's really what he was asking.

That's it, for nearly an hour, all the colleagues in the capital who were familiar with Du Heng and had left a phone line lined up to ask about this matter.

At the end of this phone call, Du Heng directly formed a whole set of statements about the process of this matter.

But even if it was talking, Du Heng was tired of talking continuously. He was so annoying that he heard the ringtone of the mobile phone that he liked very much before, and he actually had a slight sense of hiccups.

This phone ringtone is useless!

Just when Du Heng couldn't help but wanted to turn off the phone directly, the doctor on duty came to the door and told Du Heng that the patient was awake and asked him to take a look.

Hearing this news, Du Heng immediately felt relieved.

Without further ado, he directly put the phone in his hand into the doctor's hand, "Please answer the phone for me, and if someone asks about the patient, please answer it for me.

If it's anything else, then you can tell me. "

After finishing speaking, he ran directly to the ward without looking back.

Now, he just wants to stay away from his mobile phone.

After communicating with the patient in the ward, Du Heng breathed a sigh of relief.

The boy's situation was similar to what he had expected, and the amnesia was only a temporary thing.

After a sleep, although the teenager's memory is still vague, shadows of various people and things have begun to appear in his memory.

Therefore, Du Heng believed that all the problems would be resolved if the young man had to rest for a few more days.

After the exchange, Du Heng did not stop the previous treatment just because the boy had awakened.Instead, he took out the needle and pricked the needle that should be pricked as before.

The acupuncture and moxibustion treatment he gave to the young man was not just to awaken the young man's consciousness, but to nourish Qi and blood and strengthen the brain.

When everything was done, Du Heng instructed the doctors and nurses who took care of the teenager to strictly follow the doctor's instructions, and not to start perfunctory just because the patient was already awake.

At the same time, I told the teenager's mother and grandma to talk to the child more, talk more about what the child likes to listen to, and what the child likes to listen to. As for playing the piano, it is best not to talk about it.

For the doctors and nurses, looking at Du Heng now is like watching an idol. That is what Du Heng says.

As for the boy's mother and the two of them, the situation is similar.

Especially now that the child is awake, they treat Du Heng's words as if they were an imperial decree, so the two of them kept nodding.
Du Heng didn't care so much, he just went to the dispensing room again, put all the rhino horn powder in his pocket into the concoction and shook it well, and said with emotion, "Although this thing has been used a lot this time, it counts as It cost a lot of money, but the effect did not disappoint.

But now that he has woken up, it is better to save the medicine. "

After feeling emotional in his heart, Du Heng still did it himself, let the child drink the medicine, took away the paper cups and destroyed them.

When Du Heng finished all this work and was about to leave the ward, two policemen outside the ward came in with a man.

Just when Du Heng was puzzled, the boy's mother and grandma surrounded him crying, holding each hand tightly, for fear that the man would disappear suddenly.

At this time, the policeman who came in together said, "You are lucky this time, and the injured are generous. You don't need compensation, and you won't be held accountable. This matter is over.

But here I want to solemnly warn again, if something goes wrong, find a way to solve it, and never try to solve the problem through violence.

If there is a next time, it may not be possible to meet such a talkative wounded person. "

The three people holding hands tightly nodded and kept saying no, no, no.

"Okay, take good care of the child."

After the two policemen finished speaking, they scanned the situation in the ward before turning around and leaving.

The same was true for Du Heng, who had no intention of getting to know the man, so he followed the two policemen and left.

Just when he was about to drive back to his good friend, a man suddenly appeared in front of his car blocking his way.

The man smiled first, then walked quickly to Du Heng's car window, and said with a smile, "Dean Du, do you still have an impression of me?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Du Heng's eyes immediately, but then he remembered that this man was the reporter who appeared once in the morning and at noon four days ago.

"Comrade reporter from the Old Metropolis Daily."

"Dean Du really has a good memory. He has seen me twice, but he still remembers me."

Du Heng's mouth couldn't help but tugged out. It didn't sound like a good thing to say. Could it be that his own brain, in the eyes of this reporter friend, was so unbearable that he couldn't even remember it personally?
"What's up?"

The man smiled at Du Heng and said, "I'm not going around in circles, I just want to interview you."

Seeing that Du Heng was about to open his mouth to speak, the man hurriedly added, "Dean Du, you said earlier that the patient is not awake and there is nothing to interview.

Now that the patient is awake, shouldn't it be time to fulfill your promise and accept my interview? "

Damn, this set is too blatant.

But Du Heng is not willing to interview this matter from the bottom of his heart.

So as soon as he rolled his eyes, he immediately said, "I still have something to do at the hospital. The timing is a bit unlucky. Let's make an appointment next time."

After finishing speaking, Du Heng smiled back and prepared to drive away.

But the reporter knew that the so-called next time was just an excuse.

I missed such a good opportunity today, if I want to ask Du Heng again, it may not be the time, so I stopped Du Heng again, "Dean Du, wait a minute."

As a last resort, Du Heng could only stop the car, and forced a smile to look at the reporter.

When the reporter saw Du Heng stopped the car, he also breathed a sigh of relief, "Dean Du, listen to me first, and then decide whether you want to accept my interview."

Du Heng said helplessly, "You tell me, I'm listening."

"First, what happened at the Institute of Acupuncture and Moxibustion before was widely known, and it had a serious impact on the Institute of Acupuncture and Moxibustion, and even Chinese medicine.

I would like to take advantage of the critical time when this young man wakes up, and while this matter is still hot, I want to report this matter, so that everyone can get to know Chinese medicine again and restore their confidence in Chinese medicine. "

Looking at the eloquent reporter, Du Heng nodded slightly.

"Secondly, because of this young man's incident, there have been a large number of organized negative comments against Chinese medicine on the Internet, and some very sensational posts.

Such as 'acupuncture ruined my family', 'one acupuncture made my father regret it all his life' and so on.

I also want to use your interview to justify Chinese medicine and acupuncture and prove that they are lying.

Or, I want to use your story to tell them that the root cause of their pain is not Chinese medicine or acupuncture, but people. "

Having said that, Du Heng was a little moved.

As a practitioner of Chinese medicine, especially those who have worked hard from the grassroots level, he knows better than anyone what the current situation of Chinese medicine is.

And what kind of newspaper the old city newspaper is, it is obvious to all.

If this platform can really be used to promote Chinese medicine and rectify its name, that would be a good thing.

So after a little hesitation, Du Heng invited the reporter into the car, "I haven't asked how to call it yet?"

"Wen Zhong."

Wen Zhong?

Du Heng turned his head to look at the co-pilot reporter in surprise.

And this reporter named Wen Zhong grinned directly after seeing Du Heng's eyes, "Surprised?"

Du Heng couldn't help but also laughed, "Zhong next to Shanren?"

"correct."

Du Heng shook his head with a smile, clicked his tongue twice and said, "Your name is so domineering."

Reporter Wen Zhong asked with a smile, "President Du, do you know?"

"Wen Zhongwen Grand Master, Nine Heavens Responds to Yuan's thunder and universalizes Tianzun, this is the true God of Thunder in "Fengshen Bang", how could I not know."

When Du Heng said these words, he turned his head and looked at this reporter who dared to call 'Wen Zhong'.

Although this name is the name in the novel, it has been handed down to the present, it is not the god of thunder but also the god of thunder.

Such a name is dared to be given to a child, and I don't know what his parents think.

Although it is a bit superstitious, the heart is really big.

Reporter Wen Zhong smiled triumphantly, "This is the name I should have given myself after I became a reporter."

The smile on Du Heng's face froze immediately.

NND, I made a mistake.

Reporter Wen Zhong went on to say, "Changing this name is my professional requirement.

I will be the god of thunder, and use this mighty heaven and earth righteousness to shatter and sweep away the filth and filth in this world. "

After hearing this sentence, the stiff smile on Du Heng's face became even more stiff, and when he looked at reporter Wen Zhong in front of him, his eyes also became weird.

You say that this person is a second-year student, and he is indeed a second-year student.

After all, after graduating from university, Du Heng has never heard such words again, especially from the mouths of social people, even if this person is very honest, what he hears is smooth and secular language.

But you can't deny that with the blessing of his identity, you actually feel that this person has the illusion of not forgetting his original intention and moving forward with enthusiasm.

This makes Du Heng, who has never been too smooth and too worldly, actually feel that there is such a trace in his heart. . .ashamed.

"Very good, a very good name, and the meaning is also very good."

Du Heng exhaled lightly, and looked at reporter Wen Zhong with a smile again, "I hope that as you wish, you can use your mighty righteousness to earn a sliver of clarity for the world."

(End of this chapter)