left side doctor

51. On the Way of Acupuncture and Moxibustion

Two days later, Wang Pengyu went to the city's No. [-] hospital, asked at the service desk, and finally reported the woman's signature when she was undergoing surgery. Only then did she know that the woman's name was Ai Yiwen, and she had just been transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward yesterday.

Wang Pengyu was the clearest about Ai Yiwen's injury, so he couldn't help asking with a dark face: "She is seriously injured, and it's only been five days since the operation, why was she transferred to the general ward so quickly?"

The nurse at the service desk said coldly: "You only paid 2000 as a deposit, and now there are more than [-] left. Naturally, you can no longer stay in the intensive care unit. Have you brought any money? If you don't pay the money, you will be discharged from the hospital in two days. "

Wang Pengyu's face became more gloomy. He didn't realize that he was getting angry more and more easily because of the influence of evil spirit. He asked in a cold voice, "No one came to pay her treatment fee?"

At the beginning, the female police clearly said that the youth who caused the accident would be responsible for the expenses of Ai Yiwen's medical treatment, why didn't they pay the deposit back for five or six days!

The female nurse shook her head and said, "No! I said, are you going to pay or not? If you don't pay, get out of the way. There are still many people waiting behind."

Wang Pengyu left the service desk sullenly, walked towards Ai Yiwen's ward, went up to the third floor of the inpatient department, found the ward number, looked inside, and found that it was a double ward. uniform, but gauze bandages can be seen on many places on the body.

The hospital bed next to her was empty, and in front of Ai Yiwen's hospital bed, there was a small folding bed, which was obviously used by the people who took care of her to rest.

When he came, a middle-aged doctor in a white coat had just checked Ai Yiwen's body, and said with a serious face: "Her internal injuries have not completely stabilized, and there may be a risk of infection in the general ward. If you have money, pay the deposit as soon as possible, and transfer back to the intensive care unit for a few more days.”

Talking to the middle-aged doctor was a girl who was about the same age as Ai Yiwen, only seventeen or eighteen years old at most.

She looked delicate and lovely, but at this moment her eyes were full of flowers, and she was so anxious that she was about to cry, she whispered to the doctor: "Doctor Pang, can you think of a way to help her be transferred to the intensive care unit first?" .We are all students of Pingda University. We have just paid our tuition fees, so we don’t have enough money for the time being, but I promise to make up the deposit as soon as possible.”

The doctor sighed: "I want to help you too, but it's a hospital rule, and I can't help it."

Ai Yiwen suddenly said weakly: "Xiaoshi, don't bother the doctor, I'll just live here."

Wang Pengyu took a deep breath, his face calmed down slightly, and he walked into the ward and said, "Dr. Pang, you are going to help her transfer to the intensive care unit. I will pay a deposit of [-] later."

The 1 yuan was money for Bruce's medical treatment. Although most of it was taken away by Ye Ying, who said he would save money for buying a house and getting married, some money was reserved for Wang Pengyu's usual expenses.

Dr. Pang looked at Wang Pengyu a little strangely. He hadn't seen Wang Pengyu appearing in the past few days. He didn't know the relationship between this young man and Ai Yiwen, but he nodded without asking, "As long as you pay the money, I will Immediately arrange for her to go to the intensive care unit."

After speaking, he left the ward to examine other patients.

The woman named Xiaoshi looked at Wang Pengyu suspiciously for a while, and asked uncertainly, "Are you Xiaoqian's sister's boyfriend?"

Wang Pengyu was stunned for a moment: "Xiaoqian has been here?"

Xiaoshi nodded, and finally said happily: "It's really you. My name is Xiaoshi, and I live in the same dormitory as Yiwen. Sister Xiaoqian has been here twice, but she has just started school now, so she has to stay in school for two days Haven't seen her."

Ai Yiwen, who was lying on the hospital bed, turned his head with difficulty, the corners of his mouth moved, and he could see that he wanted to smile to greet Wang Pengyu, and said in a weak voice: "Thank you very much. I heard that Dr. Pang said that it all depends on your use The golden needle saved my life, otherwise I would not be able to support the time to the hospital."

Wang Pengyu waved his hand slightly, smiled and said: "Your injury is not recovering now, don't talk yet, I will check your body for you."

Xiaoshi learned from Doctor Pang and Liu Yuqian that although Wang Pengyu is young, he has amazing medical skills, so naturally he will not stop Wang Pengyu from giving Ai Yiwen a physical examination.

Wang Pengyu first took a look at Ai Yiwen's complexion, nodded slightly, and had already roughly judged her current situation. In traditional Chinese medicine, one of the most important means to judge a patient's condition is to look, smell and ask.

However, he still took Ai Yiwen's pulse. After listening to the pulse for a while, he smiled and said, "Well, he's recovering well. As long as he enters the sterile intensive care unit, he should recover soon."

Xiaoshi suddenly motioned Wang Pengyu to the side, and said in a low voice: "Wang... Ayu, what happened to the person who bumped into Yiwen? How could he do this! He didn't come to see Aiwen, and he didn't pay for the treatment. I I went to the Public Security Bureau with a few classmates to inquire, but they didn’t explain clearly and said they couldn’t find anyone.”

Wang Pengyu nodded: "Don't worry, I will find a way. By the way, what about her family? Even if the hitter doesn't come to pay the money, why can't her family transfer her to the general ward because she is in danger of infection?"

Xiaoshi smiled wryly and said: "Yiwen was adopted by her adoptive parents since she was a child, but unfortunately, in an accident three years ago, both her adoptive parents died, and she was the only one. Fortunately, her grades were good, and the school reduced her tuition fees, so she was able to go to university. Normally, the cost of living is still paid for after school, working short shifts in the supermarket, or being a tutor, if that person doesn't help Yiwen pay for the treatment, what will Yiwen do?"

Many people in the class knew about this and donated some money to Ai Yiwen, which was just over 1000 yuan. In the intensive care unit, it would cost more than [-] yuan a day.

She paused for a while, and said again: "Sit down, I'll go and peel an apple for you."

Wang Pengyu waved his hand: "I'll go and pay the money first. Her internal organs are dislocated and injured, and she just had an operation and her body's resistance is not strong, so she can't stay here anymore."

Xiaoshi nodded, then took out a small cloth bag from the small cabinet next to the hospital bed and handed it to Wang Pengyu: "Return these gold needles to you."

Wang Pengyu nodded, took the cloth bag, took out the golden needle inside, put it into the small wooden box of the backpack, and then went to the payment office of the inpatient department, took out the bank card and transferred 1 yuan to Ai Yiwen's inpatient account above.

The people at the toll office heard Wang Pengyu's request and immediately called the nurse to transfer Ai Yiwen to the intensive care unit.

The two waited for a while, and found that besides the nurse who pushed the hospital bed, there were also two male doctors who were not young, one of whom Wang Pengyu sent Ai Yiwen to the hospital to see, and performed the operation on Ai Yiwen physician.

When the attending doctor saw Wang Pengyu, his face was happy, and he ordered the nurse to carefully transfer Ai Yiwen to the intensive care unit, and then said to Wang Pengyu a little excitedly: "Wang Xiaoyou, we have already met, I don't know if I still remember it. ? This is Zhang Santai, the vice president of the Chinese Medicine Department of our hospital. Knowing that Wang Xiaoyou is here today, he came here specially to ask Wang Xiaoyou about acupuncture and moxibustion."

Deputy Director Zhang Santai had a gray beard and looked at least in his 50s. Looking at Wang Pengyu, he couldn't help but asked with some doubts: "Dr. Luo, is this the owner of the golden needle you said? He was the one who used the golden needle to stop the patient's spleen bleeding and stabilize the pulse condition." ?”

Dr. Luo nodded repeatedly and said, "Exactly. At the beginning, Wang Xiaoyou specifically told me not to pull out the golden needle during the operation, and even pointed out the patient's fracture and the most seriously injured part. I can successfully complete this operation. Xiaoyou Wang reminded me."

Zhang Santai nodded, looked at Wang Pengyu for a while, and then cupped his hands and said: "Wang Xiaoyou is young, and his knowledge of acupuncture and moxibustion is so profound. The acupuncture points he pricked are all the body's acupoints. The acupuncture points are strange and unpredictable. I have never heard of it before. I don't know who he learned from? Can you discuss acupuncture and moxibustion with the old man?"

"Explore the way of acupuncture and moxibustion?" Wang Pengyu smiled suddenly, looking very humble and simple like a boy next door, "Do you know the art of acupuncture and moxibustion?"

Zhang Santai said a little conceitedly: "My husband has practiced medicine for more than 30 years, and has studied acupuncture for 23 years. He has a little understanding of various acupuncture schools, such as heavy acupuncture and heavy moxibustion. Both acupuncture and hn Dong's acupuncture have been studied, if we confirm each other, there will be mutual benefits for our own acupuncture."

Wang Pengyu nodded, and said lightly: "Then do you know what are inner eight stitches and what are outer eight stitches? What are upper eight stitches, middle eight stitches, and lower eight stitches? Have you heard of heavy style?"

He suddenly changed the subject and said with a sneer: "I don't think discussing acupuncture with you can improve your acupuncture technique. It will definitely inspire you, but what's the use of it? We quack doctors still know the way of medicine." Benevolence, healing and saving lives, how do you treat my friend?"