Excellent little doctor

Chapter 38
Everyone was stunned by the words of the old director. The old director was not only the director of the previous generation of their hospital, but his medical skills were also top-notch, especially in Chinese medicine, and he was a master-level figure. Not too much.

But it is this figure who can be called a master in Chinese medicine who is so polite to a young man. What does the old dean mean to observe?

Even the little nurses who have always been nympho to Han Yu stared in disbelief, let alone those doctors who had some achievements in medical skills.

Chinese medicine, unlike Western medicine, generally only has the relationship between master and student to observe, otherwise it will only be discussed.

"Wow! A little hero is a little hero, and even the medical skills impress the old dean!" A little nurse with little stars in her eyes clasped her hands on her chest.This should be regarded as Han Yu's brainless fan.

When the old dean came, Dr. Jiang wanted to say something bad about Han Yu, but now he felt that there was no need for that, but he was still very upset, because after hearing the old dean's words, Tong Xiaoyu looked at Han Yu with a smile on his face. With affectionate adoration.

"So what if you have good medical skills? So what if the old dean thinks highly of you? I still don't believe it. You can really cure that little girl with acupuncture? If you can't, just wait to be arrested!" Doctor Jiang had a sullen face with resentment in his heart.

Han Yu was also shocked by the words of the old dean, and hurriedly said: "You are too polite, boy, how can He De!"

"Since ancient times, a hero was born in a young age. I believe that since the ancestors would sigh like this, it must be reasonable. There is no priority for doctors. There are only high and low. I don't know how sure you are in treating this little girl. You only need to control the disease." It's not something I can do, old man!"

Han Yu's attitude made the old dean very pleased, and he was more appreciative, neither arrogant nor proud, and did not think highly of himself because of his ability.

"Jing Jing's illness cannot be delayed, Han Yu will not be polite with you, the dean, and may need your help later."

Without being too hypocritical, he put the wooden box beside the bed, took a deep breath, and stabbed Xiao Jingjing's Shenting and Baihui points very quickly...

The doctors and nurses crowded at the door did not leave. They all held their breath when they saw Han Yu's hands, and their eyes widened when they saw his hand speed.

Acupuncture and moxibustion has been passed down in China for thousands of years, and it has gradually fallen behind in modern times. Except for some family inheritance, few people learn acupuncture. Even those who have made good achievements in acupuncture and moxibustion are old Chinese medicine practitioners.

Even those old Chinese doctors, no one can have the same speed as Han Yu.

Accurate, steady, fast!
It took less than 30 seconds to complete more than [-] acupoints before and after. Not only does it require to be very clear about the location of the acupoints, but also to know the sequence of acupuncture points and the depth of insertion of the silver needles.

Without enough practice, even the most talented person can't do this step.

The old dean stared intently at Han Yu's hands, and every time Han Yu dropped the needle, he murmured in a low voice: "Two fingers at Shenting point, two fingers at Baihui point..."

In the end, it may be due to high concentration, dizzy old eyes, and missed three needles in the blink of an eye, and finally shook his head with a wry smile on his face and sighed: "I'm old, I'm old!"

Han Yu applied the needles on his own, and he automatically blocked the small movements of the outside world. At this moment, he only had one thought in his mind, which was the specific location of the acupuncture points, the sequence of applying the needles, and the depth of penetration.

"Dean, take two silver needles and pierce into Jing Jing's Neiguan acupoint three seconds after I start!" The dean is still sighing, Han Yu has already given the order.

The old dean was as happy as an apprentice when he heard that the teacher was going to talk about actual combat experience. He nodded, rubbed his hands, took out two silver needles from the wooden box, looked at Han Yu, and nodded at the same time.

"start!"

Han Yu spat out two words, before he finished speaking, a silver needle in his hand had pierced an acupuncture point, while the old director silently counted: "1, 2, 3..."

Although the dean is old, he still has a good grasp of the acupuncture points. When counting to three, the silver needles in the left and right hands are pierced at the same time, and it is impossible to tell the order.After finishing, the old dean wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Han Yu just glanced at the old dean, and his hands kept moving. After a while, there was only one silver needle left in the wooden box brought by the old dean.

Including Han Yu's own silver needles, a total of 51 were used!
After the needle application, Han Yu's forehead was already dripping with sweat. Instead of wiping it off, he stared at the two silver needles piercing Xiao Jingjing's temple.

The old dean was very curious, he had seen so many silver needles pierced at once, but he didn't see any clues from the sequence of Han Yu's acupuncture, he just had a vague feeling that these acupoints were related to meridians.

Tick ​​tock!

The ward was quiet, when suddenly there was the sound of a drop of water, everyone looked around curiously, the old director stared wide-eyed at the silver needle piercing the little girl's temple.

And Han Yu showed a smile on his face, and finally succeeded!

It turned out that a drop of blood fell on the ground along the silver needle that pierced the little girl's temple. The blood didn't look like bright red, but some were black, and some looked like bruises.

Congestion, the old dean thought of this word, and suddenly remembered the result of the pulse diagnosis of the little girl just now, and the blood congestion oppressed the brain nerves.Could it be that the congestion was eliminated in this way?

Han Yu didn't explain to him, because the little girl's eyes had returned to clarity, and she blinked at Han Yu, showing a cute smile.

"Let's go, let's go, police! Who called the police just now?"

Suddenly, there was a stern voice, followed by hurried footsteps, and the doctors and nurses surrounding the ward gave way one after another, looking at the group of policemen with puzzled faces?

Dr. Jiang was standing in the ward. He was the third person who saw the little girl's state besides Han Yu and the old director. He was completely shocked.Hearing the police's voice, Dr. Jiang was at a loss. If Han Yu killed the little girl, or even the treatment didn't work, he could explain to the police that it was Han Yu who disrupted the order of the hospital and attacked the patients indiscriminately.

But what to do now?
Han Yu naturally heard the voice of the policeman, and the voice was still so familiar to him, but he didn't look back, because the treatment of Xiao Jingjing was not completely over.You also need to pull out the silver needles one by one in a certain order!
This is naturally not difficult for Han Yu, the hand speed is still flying, and the silver needles are pulled out one by one. Xiao Jingjing has been smiling at Han Yu since she opened her eyes, without moving, looking like a good baby.

The police came to the hospital, and it was said that the old director should come forward, but when he saw Han Yu pulling out the silver needle, he refrained from speaking, and closed his eyes thoughtfully after reading.

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(End of this chapter)