Live broadcast: I am an upright Chinese medicine practitioner, and all my patients died online

Chapter 200 Diligent Students

After Shimu’s popular science, netizens in the live broadcast room all realized the seriousness of pancreatitis.

They all expressed that they would never dare to overeat again in the future.

Soon, the operation was over.

Because it was discovered in time, the operation went smoothly, and the pancreas did not cause much damage to Jia Shan's body.

When Jia Shan woke up, his followers had already disappeared one by one.

Qin Jiang looked at Jia Shan lying on the hospital bed and said calmly: "You had pancreatitis just now and it was an emergency, so I performed an operation on you."

"The operation was successful, but you will still need to rest for a while. I have contacted other hospitals."

Qin Jiang took out the payment code and handed it to Jia Shan.

"The operation fee plus medical expenses are a total of 188,000. Please pay."

When he heard it was 188,000, Jia Shan suddenly grinned.

"This number is quite auspicious. Thank you Dr. Qin. I will give you the money right now."

Jia Shan picked up his mobile phone and paid the bill without blinking.

Even in order to show his gratitude to Qin Jiang, Jia Shan even chipped in and gave him 200,000 yuan.

Netizens in the live broadcast room all sighed when they saw this scene.

"As expected of your venerable master, you are really not short of money."

"Didn't you see that there were so many believers behind him when he first came? He must have made a lot of money over the years, and he has already made enough."

"It reminds me of those masters in Xihang who accept incense money from many believers every year. As a result, everyone drives a Mercedes-Benz the next year. It's really awesome."

"Don't you understand yet? Buddha does not help the poor."

Qin Jiang is not interested in whether Jia Shan is a venerable person or not. Anyway, here in Qin Jiang, he is just a patient.

He took out twenty nectar disinfectant pills from the pharmacy and handed them to Jia Shan, telling him to take one pill a day, and then asked the medical staff to pick him up directly.

Ding.

[It was detected that the host was outspoken to the patient and told the patient’s hidden illness, which greatly helped the patient and the task was completed]

[Congratulations to the host for receiving the reward: Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate]

Qin Jiang's eyes widened when he saw the reward given by the system this time.

It turned out to be the legendary Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate!

This acupuncture method is very famous.

Many people think this is made up, but in fact it is true.

This acupuncture method is included in "Acupuncture of Traditional Chinese Medicine" and has miraculous effects on epilepsy, mania, and epilepsy.

As the system poured relevant knowledge about the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate into Qin Jiang's mind.

Qin Jiang gradually mastered the use of these thirteen needles.

Wonderful!

This is so subtle!

This is much better than what is advertised today.

Seeing that Qin Jiang was very excited, Liu Yan asked in confusion: "Doctor Qin, what happened?"

Qin Jiang smiled brightly.

"It's nothing, I just thought of some happy things."

As soon as Qin Jiang finished speaking, a family of three walked in from outside.

Qin Jiang immediately cheered up, looked at the three people who walked in, and asked with a smile.

"Three of you, who will treat you?"

The woman was dressed very delicately, wearing a cheongsam and a wavy hair. She looked like a star in a movie or TV show, or a lady of the last century.

The woman looks to be in her early forties, but she is well-kept and elegant, so she looks similar to a woman in her early thirties.

She took out the cigarette case from her handbag and pointed at the girl next to her.

"Help my daughter see a doctor. She has been complaining of headaches recently."

Seeing that the woman wanted to smoke, Qin Jiang quickly stopped her. "Ma'am, we are a traditional Chinese medicine clinic here, so smoking is not allowed."

The woman frowned, a little unhappy.

"Is it okay if I go to the side to smoke?"

Qin Jiang shook his head.

"This is a traditional Chinese medicine clinic, you can smoke anywhere."

The man also persuaded him.

"But Qing, this is a hospital after all. Just smoke less and listen to the doctor. It's good for your health."

As the man spoke, he took out the ID cards of the three people and swiped them on the card reader.

Soon, the three people's information was displayed on the computer screen.

The man's name is Ou Zhenhua, a high school teacher.

The woman's name is Yan Keqing. She has no formal job and is a full-time housewife.

Their daughter, Ou Jiaojiao, is now in high school and is a key city school.

After understanding the basic information of the three people, Qin Jiang asked: "When did you start having headaches? What kind of pain is it mainly? Can you describe it?"

Ou Jiaojiao glanced at Yan Keqing subconsciously.

Yan Keqing frowned.

"The doctor is asking you something. What do you think I'm doing? Say it nicely."

Ou Jiaojiao nodded nervously, and then said: "It seems like three days ago, I couldn't sleep after finishing the paper one day, and I felt a severe headache."

"At first I thought it was a cold and fever, so I took some medicine, but I soon found out it wasn't."

"I've had colds and fevers before, and it feels completely different."

According to Ou Jiaojiao's description.

When she had a cold or fever before, her head would hurt.

But this time she felt the same pain as a knife cutting flesh, but the pain was not that intense, but the knife would hit her from time to time, making it difficult for her to sleep well and unable to read.

Qin Jiang frowned.

If it hurts like a knife, then you should consider whether there is something wrong with the nervous system.

This is more troublesome.

After all, the functional structure of the nervous system is relatively complex, and a little carelessness may affect some basic functions of the patient.

"Put your hand up and I'll take your pulse."

Ou Jiaojiao obediently put her hand up.

As soon as Qin Jiang felt his pulse, he looked at Ou Jiaojiao in surprise.

"Do you usually stay up late?"

Ou Jiaojiao nodded generously and admitted.

"It doesn't count as staying up late. After the evening self-study, I come back and do two sets of test questions. I usually go to bed at 1:30 in the evening."

When Ou Jiaojiao said this, Qin Jiang carefully observed the reactions of Ou Zhenhua and his wife.

It turned out that neither of the two couples had any reaction. It seemed that it was really not a big deal and they had become accustomed to it.

Qin Jiang said in a deep voice: "One thirty in the morning doesn't count as staying up late? Then what time do you get up in the morning?"

"Five o'clock."

Ou Jiaojiao explained: "Because I have to make breakfast, wash up, etc. in the morning, I get up at five o'clock. It's almost half past six when I finish these things. Then I still have half an hour to go to school on the way."

After listening to Ou Jiaojiao's words, Qin Jiang's expression became solemn.

"Does that mean you only sleep four and a half hours a day?"

Yan Keqing added from the side: "Don't listen to her nonsense. She has to come back for a lunch break at noon. She can sleep for more than an hour, which is close to six hours of sleep a day, which is enough."

Although Ou Jiaojiao didn't speak, Qin Jiang could clearly feel tired from her expression.

(End of this chapter)