personal doctor

"The patient will wake up in a while?" Zeng Zisai asked in disbelief.

"Zhitao, what happened to the patient? Can you tell me?" Li Guangke asked.He also took the pulse of the patient just now, and felt that the patient's condition was not good, but it was not a serious one. It might be something wrong with the patient himself.

Qiu Yuan who was beside him became excited when he heard Mo Zhitao say such big words. "Mo Zhitao, did you really wake the patient up? If so, you can try it. If the patient doesn't wake up, then you will be responsible. Hahaha."

"Expert Qiu, who is he? Can he cure illnesses?" The patient's family members looked at Mo Zhitao suspiciously.If an old man like Li Guangke treats his father's illness, we can still discuss it.But for a young man like Mo Zhitao, he couldn't believe it.

"He said that he is very powerful. He can wake up your father. You can let him try. If he cures your father, you can ask him to settle the score." Qiu Yuan said to the assistant behind: "You go and tell the others People, let them come over to see people from other Chinese medicine colleges want to show their skills and cure diseases, and we have to study hard."

The assistant has been with Qiu Yuan for so long, how could he not know what Qiu Yuan is thinking?Qiu Yuan wants to see Mo Zhitao make a fool of himself.So, he immediately ran out to call someone over. After a while, many doctors stood inside and outside the ward. They wanted to see what was going on with the patient who had been lying on the bed.Who is so powerful to wake him up.

Seeing more and more people coming, Li Guangke became worried.It would be fine if Mo Zhitao could wake up the patient, but if he couldn't, then there would be a big problem, and their TCM school would be ashamed again.

"Zhitao, look at what's happening now." Li Guangke said worriedly.

"Teacher, this patient may still be suffering from hypochondria. He fantasizes in his mind that he is very serious, that he is about to die, and that he can't live." Mo Zhitao said in a low voice.

"Is it such a disease?" Li Guangke patted his head, yes, why didn't he think of it?If the patient is not really pretending to be ill, then he is mentally ill, and the patient forces himself to be ill. This situation is called false illness in medicine.

But Li Guangke was worried again, "Zhitao, this kind of disease can't be cured in a short time. You just said that the patient can wake up in a short time. Didn't it be a bit too hasty?"

"Hehehe, teacher, don't worry, I'm sure." Mo Zhitao laughed.He is very busy, and he has to go to Wenguang Province to settle accounts with the Tiger Gang tomorrow, so he can't stay here all the time.

"Really? Mo Zhitao, you are so capable, just do it." Qiu Yuan sneered, "If you can't cure the patient, will you be responsible?"

Li Guangke hurriedly said: "Chief Qiu, everyone has seen this patient. Your treatment has not improved for a week. Now let us see that there should be no problem. Why do you want us to be responsible?"

Li Guangke is not easy to bully, you have been healed for a week, and now we are healed for a while, we will be responsible.Then you doctors who treat you for a week are even more responsible.

"Hehehe, this patient was cured by people from your School of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Of course you are responsible. We are taking over the treatment now in the spirit of humanitarianism. Otherwise, you can take him away for treatment, I don't care. Seeing that there were almost enough people here, Qiu Yuan could just taunt Li Guangke and the others, so he laughed.

The patient's family listened to Qiu Yuan's words. When he saw Qiu Yuan say this, he immediately said: "I listen to expert Qiu, and he will do what he says."

Mo Zhitao looked at the patient's family and said, "He hasn't cured your father for a week. Do you trust him that much? Why don't you treat me?"

"I don't believe you." The patient's family members said angrily.

"Hmph, Director Mo, unexpectedly he doesn't want you to treat him, so you just leave him alone." Min Xiaoyan from behind said angrily.

Mo Zhitao shook his head and said, "The doctor is a parent, but his father is sick. Even if he doesn't understand me, I will treat the patient."

"En," Min Xiaoyan heard Mo Zhitao say this, she couldn't help lowering her head, it seemed that her realm was worse than Mo Zhitao's.When I was just studying medicine, there was a sentence in the textbook, doctors have a parental heart, and they must treat patients as their own family members in order to be meticulous.

Mo Zhitao said to the patient's family: "Believe me, I will wake your father up in a while."

"I won't believe you, I only listen to expert Qiu." The patient's family members shook their heads.

Mo Zhitao turned his head to look at Qiu Yuan and said, "Expert Qiu, don't you dare let me treat patients?"

"That's your business, I don't care." Qiu Yuan shook his head.At first he wanted to embarrass Mo Zhitao, but now that Mo Zhitao was so sure, he was a little worried that Mo Zhitao would really cure the patient.

"Then I won't let you treat my father." The patient's family shook their heads and rejected Mo Zhitao's kindness.

"If anything happens, I will take full responsibility, right?" Mo Zhitao said.

The patient's family member said: "You said this, please listen to me. If he can't wake up my father, I will find him responsible." Anyway, the father has been in a coma for several days, and the patient's family members are willing to fight.

Mo Zhitao walked towards the patient with a sterilized silver needle, and Li Guangke followed closely behind. He wanted to see what method Mo Zhitao used to cure the patient.

Mo Zhitao pricked the patient's pain point with a silver needle, and Li Guangke's face revealed a look of surprise.Some people have done it to wake up the patient's hypocrisy with pain.But the patient is so old, once the pain point is pierced, the pain is very strong, and the patient is afraid that he will die like this.

"Ah," the patient screamed immediately after Mo Zhitao gave the needle, as if he had woken up.

"You are already dead," Mo Zhitao said as he quickly pulled out the silver needle.

"Ah, I'm dead, I haven't told my son, where is my money hidden?" The patient suddenly sat up from the bed when he heard Mo Zhitao's words.

When the patient's family saw his father sitting up, he hurriedly called out, "Dad, are you awake?"

"Huh? Why are you dead too?" The old man looked at his son strangely. "Where is this place? Why does Yama's Palace look a bit like a hospital?" The old man was very weak. He wanted to rub his eyes with his hands, but found that he couldn't lift his hands.

"Dad, you are not dead, you are still alive, this is a hospital." The patient's family members comforted him.

The patient said strangely: "Why am I not dead? I seem to have heard someone say that I am dead. Ah, I am in so much pain." The patient screamed again.The pain point that Mo Zhitao pierced just now was unusual, and he remembered that he was in pain again.

Mo Zhitao said, "Let me go, I'll give you a few more needles for your father." After finishing speaking, Mo Zhitao made another move with the silver needles in his hand, this time, not one silver needle, but several.

When the silver needles fell on the patient's body, he stopped crying out for pain, but looked at Mo Zhitao quietly.

Mo Zhitao helped the patient to lie gently on the bed, "Don't worry, I can cure you, do you feel a little warm in your body, it's very comfortable."

"Yeah, I feel much better now." The patient nodded.

"That's good. You have to have confidence in me. I'm very powerful. You close your eyes." Mo Zhitao said softly.

At first, the patient's family was a little worried that Mo Zhitao would cure his father, but now he heard his father say that he felt much better, and he did not stop Mo Zhitao.

Half an hour later, Mo Zhitao pulled out the silver needle, and continued: "The patient is not seriously ill, I will prescribe a medicine for him, seven doses, after taking it, just ask the doctor to come for a follow-up visit. "

"Doctor, is my father really okay?" the patient's family asked Mo Zhitao in disbelief.

"Well, you can have someone come over to check him up, or you can ask your father if he feels better." Mo Zhitao said. "But because he has been in a coma for seven days, you ask the doctor to give him some nutritional injections and eat some porridge."

The patient's family saw that his father's expression had improved a lot, and he was secretly relieved.

"Is this all right? It's a fantasy, come here and give the patient a good examination." Qiu Yuan didn't believe that Mo Zhitao was so good, so he called some doctors to do a simple examination for the patient.

"Principal Qiu, the patient's blood pressure, heart rate, and body temperature are all normal." After the examination, the doctor reported to Qiu Yuan strangely.

"It's all right?" Qiu Yuan couldn't believe it. "Send him to the CT room for a film, and blood tests."

During his ward rounds just now, he also found that the patient's temperature was 39 degrees. How could it return to normal all of a sudden?If he hadn't been watching from the sidelines, he would have thought that Mo Zhitao had used some magical technique?

Can a patient be cured just by acupuncture with a few silver needles?The more Qiu Yuan thought about it, the more impossible it became.

Now, the patient's family members were excited, "Doctor, you are amazing, thank you for waking up my father."

"You're welcome, do you now believe that our Chinese medicine practitioners are not quack doctors?" Mo Zhitao laughed.

"No, you're not." The patient's family member said while looking at Zeng Zisai over there.Zeng Zisai's face turned slightly red, but he was also very happy.Now that the patient wakes up, he doesn't have to worry about it.For this patient, he hasn't closed his eyes much these days.

Mo Zhitao said: "That's good, let someone go to the Chinese medicine room to get the medicine."

"Well, I'll go now," the patient's family members ran out with the prescription.Another family member of the patient accompanied the patient to the examination. After the examination, Qiu Yuan had nothing to say. A series of examination reports showed that the patient had improved a lot.

"Hmph, send the patient to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine instead of staying here." Qiu Yuan left angrily.

Li Guangke was also polite, he asked people from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine to come and send the patient to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

On the way there, Min Xiaoyan asked Mo Zhitao: "Director Mo, can you tell me about this medical record?"

"This medical record is also very simple." Mo Zhitao laughed. "The patient has hypochondria, and now he is misdiagnosed. He is very scared and imagines that he is about to die. Therefore, the patient is also in a state of pseudo-coma. No matter what medicine is used, he has always rejected it in his heart. What an effect."