Agent Mad Doctor

Chapter 7 Chosen as a private caregiver

"Who said I'm afraid of seeing a doctor. You don't want to take my blood pressure. I insist on you. Come here and take my blood pressure. I wasn't afraid of beating devils back then. How dare you take this small blood pressure?" face disdainful.

It really makes sense to say that it is better to invite generals than to provoke generals. If Yang Suhuan tried to persuade this person with the thinking of a normal person, I am afraid that this person will not only not obey, but may even make trouble for a long time.

Lu Zhenghua and the middle-aged man looked at each other, and the middle-aged man smiled lightly and said, "Dad, then I'll go see if Dr. Han is here, and you should do the examination first. Shi Heng, look at Grandpa." The young man ordered the man on the side.

The man named Shi Heng nodded: "Okay, I see."

Just for a while, Yang Suhuan took out the blood pressure speedometer and stopwatch. When measuring the blood pressure, he also recorded the pulse rate. Taking this opportunity, Yang Suhuan used his Tiantong eyes to directly see the old man clearly. The inside of his body, after looking at it, he took a deep breath.

There are still nine bullets in the old man's body, one of which is close to the heart, and one is in the head. These two bullets alone can make the old man suffer for a lifetime. It is no wonder that his temper is so violent. It is unbearable to hide such pain.

It does take a lot of perseverance for the old man to be able to endure until now, especially through the traces, it can be seen that these warheads have been in the body for at least decades.

After measuring the blood pressure and pulse: "The blood pressure is currently within the normal range, and the pulse beats only 1 times per minute, which seems a bit slow."

Lu Zhenghua nodded slightly: "It's almost the same as yesterday's inspection."

"I said I'm not sick." The old man was annoyed again.

Seeing that the old man was upset, Yang Suhuan knew that the old man was in pain again, so he stood up, pressed his temples lightly with both hands, and gave him a slight massage: "Don't be impatient, the more impatient you are, the more pain you will have." Yang Suhuan Su Huan’s voice at this moment seems to have a magical power. In fact, this voice Yang Suhuan joined the sound magnetic therapy researched by later generations. Although it is talking, it will create a peaceful atmosphere through the sound, so that the originally impatient patients will gradually quiet down. Down, it is good for treatment.

The old man seemed to have never felt such a comfortable feeling, and he closed his eyes unconsciously: "It's comfortable."

Originally, Yang Suhuan did this rashly, which surprised Lu Zhenghua, and he didn't object yet. Seeing the old man's comfortable expression, his face was filled with astonishment. In his memory, the old man hadn't had such an expression for a long time.

After about 10 minutes of massaging, Yang Suhuan let go of his hand: "My technique can only relieve the pain of the patient at most, but it cannot cure it."

Lu Zhenghua laughed and said: "This move is not bad, but you seem to have a saying about this move."

Yang Suhuan smiled casually: "Explanation, there is no explanation, I just massaged it casually, but this acupoint massage is also learned from our middle school of Chinese medicine." Healing patients by himself does not need to explain to others.

The young man on the side said: "Nurse Yang, can you teach us this technique?"

Yang Suhuan shrugged irresolutely: "Yes, I can teach whoever you want to learn. Anyway, there is no technical color." It is just a simple massage technique, but to be effective, it needs to practice voice Magnetic, but not everyone can learn this.

Lu Zhenghua and the young man naturally didn't know what was going on inside.The young man looked grateful: "Thank you, my name is Yan Shiheng, if you need my help in the future, just ask."

The old man also opened his eyes at this time, and looked at Yang Suhuan strangely: "Girl, you will come and give me a massage in the future."

"Me?" Yang Suhuan said with a smile: "If you live here, I can give you a massage, but let's say it first, you can't yell at others casually." Yelling is easy to get angry, and when the anger is strong, it is not good for your health By saying that, Yang Suhuan was teaching him how to keep in good health.

"You think I like to yell at people. Back then, I yelled at the soldiers under my command even more fiercely than now." The old man was dissatisfied, and his nostalgia for the past could be seen from his eyes.

"Cut." Yang Suhuan said disdainfully: "You are looking through the old imperial calendar. The present is the present, and the past is the past. The past is not suitable for the present society."

Seeing Yang Suhuan's expression, the old man was suffocated, and there was more interest on his face. Now he wanted to find someone to quarrel with. Except for the few old guys who were born and died together back then, there was no one in the later generation. They are all respectful. The younger generation in the family are afraid when they see him. It is rare that someone is arguing with him now. He wondered in his heart, no matter what, he should transfer this girl to his side. Anyway, this girl is a medical student, so it is better to let him do it. My own four-person caretaker.

Yang Suhuan didn't know what the old man was thinking, otherwise he would definitely fight with him.

Everyone was having their own thoughts when the door opened again, and the middle-aged man came in just now, followed by a young man: "Doctor Han, thank you." The middle-aged man walked into the ward and said to the young man behind.

It turned out that the young man was the famous contemporary Chinese medicine doctor Han Bai.

Han Bai came over and took the old man's pulse, with a slight surprise on his face: "There are still many hidden bullets in the old man's body that have not been removed. The reason why the old man is in pain is the two bullets in his heart and head. .”

Hearing Han Bai's words, Yang Suhuan nodded slightly in Yang Suhuan's ears. Yang Suhuan had to admit in his heart that this Han Bai really lived up to his reputation, and he could know his pulse just by feeling her pulse. Subconsciously, her eyes were on his hand, and she could see clearly. It turned out that the reason why Han Bai was able to make such an accurate diagnosis was only because Han Bai sent a wisp of breath into the old man's body when he felt the pulse. Following the meridian, he had already understood everything in his body.

"He is cultivating Lu Chunyang's pure Yang Qi." PY Cangshu's voice sounded in Yang Suhuan's heart.

Lu Chunyang is a legendary medicine fairy, his true qi is mostly beneficial to people, and Han Bai's medical skills are so high, it is inseparable from this pure yang true qi.

"Didn't you say that there are very few cultivators on this planet? How come there is a descendant of the real Chunyang?" Although he was startled by PY Cangshu's sudden voice, Yang Suhuan quickly adjusted his mood.

PY Cangshu said: "Although I said that there are few practitioners on this planet, it doesn't mean that there are none."

Yang Suhuan sneered in his heart when he heard this, he couldn't deny what PY Cangshu said.

"Doctor Han, is there a way to save him?" The middle-aged man looked at his father with concern, and then asked Han Bai.

"What I can do for the time being is to ease his pain. As for the operation, I still need to prepare some things." Han Bai's face was slightly heavy: "Secretary Yan, the old man has nine warheads in his body, and the other seven bullets. There is no problem with one. The problem is the two I just mentioned. One is stuck between the heart and gallbladder. If one is not good, there will be problems, and the other is in the head. If I want to have a craniotomy, I need time to make complete preparations." Han Bai will not hold back on this aspect either.

(End of this chapter)