My legendary life

Gao Zhizhen was still in her mind. She patted Xie Dong on the shoulder and said, "Dongzi, I also want to advise you that when you become famous in the future, you should focus more on your business. You'd better stay away from officials and politics. You know, there are people who can be officials everywhere, and you are the only one who can master the treatment of acupoints in the world."

After listening, he nodded his head and fell into meditation.

Seeing off Li Yunpeng and Qin Feng, Smith's second round of fumigation began. According to the plan made in advance, Xie Dong should give acupuncture treatment before fumigation.

With the experience of using needles in Yong'an hospital last time, he naturally relaxed a lot, but Smith mainly felt wind evil, so he made some adjustments on acupoints. During the preparation stage, the president accompanied Mike and Mrs. Smith in. In fact, it was not visiting time at the moment. Maybe it was because of the leader's special instructions at the meeting, so he made an exception to arrange this visit visit.

Although through the glass, Mrs. Smith was very excited to see her husband recover so quickly. She couldn't help kissing him. Mike was holding up his mobile phone. It should be in camera.

When they saw the little nurse carrying a plate needle with a medical tray, they were both a little silly. Mrs. Smith couldn't help covering her mouth with her hand. Her eyes showed a look of surprise, and she didn't know what to mutter in her mouth.

Xie Dong didn't look at them either. He quickly put the needle into the acupoint. A moment later, Smith's spine was covered with silver needles from both sides to the top of his head. From a distance, he looked like a big hedgehog.

After putting the needle through, he took a slight breath, examined his pulse, stepped back half a step, put his hands on the acupoints in Smith's ribs, and began to run Neidan. A moment later, the room was foggy, like a fairyland.

The medical staff had seen this strange scene many times, and they didn't make a fuss about it, but Mrs. Smith and Mike saw it for the first time. They were so stunned that they couldn't even speak.

Gao Zhizhen went to Smith and held his pulse. She carefully observed the subtle changes in his pulse. With the deepening of xiedong's massage acupoints, Smith's forehead began to appear fine beads of sweat, and soon he was sweating all over the body. Seeing this, he quickly stopped his hand and asked Zheng Hui to inquire. When he learned that there was no discomfort, he continuously urged Neidan to let Danyang Qi flow into Smith's meridians.

Taoism believes that Danyang Qi is pure to Yang Qi, and wind evil poison is generally negative. When the pure to Yang Qi flows into the meridians, the negative wind evil poison is naturally unable to resist. Then it is excreted with sweat, and the rest is gathered near the deep subcutaneous silver needle. About 20 minutes later, Xie Dong received the skill and immediately began to take the needle To speed up, Gao Zhizhen and Zheng Hui also help. Every time a needle is pulled out, a black gas comes out. In this case, not to mention Mrs. Smith and Mike, even Gao Zhizhen, a well-informed master of traditional Chinese medicine, is the first time to meet him.

"Dongzi, your internal power is so deep that no one can surpass you in the world." Gao Zhizhen sincerely praised: "no wonder Mr. Tan is so optimistic about you. The two words" Star "are really worthy of the name. It's not in the same breath with the current ordinary acupuncture technique!"

Zheng Hui even looked at him without blinking an eye and said with a smile, "master, when can I worship my teacher? Otherwise, I'll kowtow to you now."

"Girl, you can't miss this master. Your foreign language is so good. If you can learn your master's unique skills again, it will play an important role in the promotion and development of traditional Chinese medicine overseas." Gao Zhizhen said, turning to Xie Dong and said, "don't put it off any longer. Xiao Zheng is smart and willing to learn. It happens that I'm here. You choose a day and I'll personally preside over the ceremony for you. In addition, I'll let several of your former disciples come here, especially Qinglin. He has very good qualifications. I have to give him some good advice. Don't waste all my energy on being an official and doing business like tutor Zheng Hui It's on

When he mentioned his disciples, his heart sank and he sighed silently.

Xiaojiang is in prison, whether he can save his life or not is between two choices, and Xiaoyu is in more trouble than one. While speaking, all the needles were pulled out. He massaged for a while to promote the closure of the bone suture with the needle, which was the result of his internal skill.

Smith is very sober all the time. With the help of the nurse, he turns over. He looks at Xie Dong and suddenly says thank you.

Although it's an English sentence, it can be understood by a Chinese. Xie Dong smiles subconsciously, turns to Zheng Hui and says, "you tell him, you're welcome. I'm Bethune of China." But as soon as the words came out, he was stunned.

Looking back at Smith, I found that he was also at a loss. He was obviously shocked by the fact that he could speak. After all, he had been speaking vaguely for more than half a year since his stroke. He could only express his inner thoughts by handwriting. Even he was startled when he could not speak a word.

"My God, I can... Say it." He was a little stuttered when he was excited.

Seeing this, Zheng Hui bent down and began to communicate with him in English. At the beginning, Smith's speaking speed was still very slow, but soon returned to normal. Although his pronunciation was still a little vague, his communication was no longer a problem."My God, this is incredible!" Zheng Hui turned around and said in a loud voice, "his language function has recovered."

Mrs. Smith couldn't help it any more. No matter what happened, she rushed in and put her arms around her husband. Tears filled her eyes. They said a few words. While listening to them, Zheng Hui whispered to Xie Dong: "Smith said that your medical skills are just as magical as God's hands. He decided not to go anywhere and will stay in China after recovery..."

before Xie Dong's reaction, Mrs. Smith stood up, walked up to him, put her hands together, bowed deeply, and said a great deal. Zheng Hui quickly translated: "Madam said, thank you for your wonderful medical skills. She implored you to take her and her husband as disciples and learn the ancient oriental medical skills. They are willing to do their little for the spread of traditional Chinese Medicine ”At this point, Zheng Hui suddenly stopped and said with a smile, "take the apprentice? That's not good. Mr. Xie doesn't accept foreign students! "

When they heard this, they burst into laughter. The Smiths didn't understand what they were laughing at, but judging from their friendly expression, it wasn't malicious, so they laughed too.

"OK, let's fumigate while the pores are not completely closed." Gao Zhizhen orders calmly. When the medical staff pushed Smith away, she turned around and grabbed Xie Dong's hand. After a long time, she said with great emotion: "Dongzi, you just take me away. Really, I'm not kidding you."

After hearing this, he shook his head and said, "you are joking. It's the greatest honor of my life that I can carry your shoes." In fact, this sentence is not a compliment. It's really from his heart, and it's true.

After listening, Gao Zhizhen said with a smile: "that's it, you give me shoes, I worship you as a teacher, neither of us will suffer."

"Elder sister, don't tease me. To be honest, I'll give Smith treatment this time. If I don't have you here, I'll be dead more than ten times." He said with a smile. However, Gao Zhizhen shook her head: "clinical experience can be gradually accumulated through practice. You have never been in a regular hospital before, so you are naturally in a hurry and have no idea. However, as long as you have contact with them, you can calmly deal with all kinds of problems within two years. But Mr. Tan once said that your Kung Fu is a coincidence of all kinds of opportunities, plus your natural savvy, even ordinary people If you practice all your life, you may not be able to reach your level. "

"Dear, Mr. Tan thinks so highly of me. It's like I'm a genius." He scratched his head and suddenly thought of something. He looked at the people's backs and whispered, "sister, do you see that Mike? Why does he seem to be gone? "

Gao Zhizhen then smiles to stare at him one eye way: "your idle heart is really much! How many times have I told you that it's not our duty. As a detective, it's just that there are more mediocre policemen but less magical doctors. Which one is important He wants to say a few more words. Suddenly, his mobile phone rings and takes out a look. It turns out that it's Xiaoyu's call, so he greets Gao Zhizhen and walks towards the office with the phone.

Entering the office, as soon as he picked it up, Xiaoyu's anxious voice came from the receiver: "brother, come here quickly!"

"Where do you want me to go?" He was in a good mood, not as cold as usual, but asked with a smile.

"The eleventh floor of Weikang hospital, hurry up, uncle is ill! It's very heavy now. " Xiaoyu almost said with a cry.

I don't know why. His first reaction is that Xiaoyu's father is ill. I'm still a little sorry. The couple's life is really hard. Xiaoyu's mother is just before a good day is coming, and Xiaoyu's father has just lived a few days of affluence. How can he also be ill?... eh! No, it seems that the sick one is not Xiao Yu's father, but his uncle...

"don't cry, is it Zhang Liwei who is sick?" He asked in surprise.

"Yes, he was ill. He got sick in the middle of last night and suffered from cerebral hemorrhage. He was rescued in Weikang hospital for a night and underwent surgery. He finally saved his life. Brother, I don't believe anyone now. Can you come and accompany me? I just want you by my side." Xiaoyu said in one breath.

Cerebral hemorrhage? How can it be? I was fine when I left last night! He held the phone in a daze and didn't know how to answer. Xiaoyu heard that he didn't make a sound, but he started to cry.

"Come on, don't cry. I'll be there." He said helplessly.

Put down the phone, he took a deep breath, silently thought, at such a critical moment, Zhang Liwei suddenly cerebral hemorrhage, there should be no fraud?