After listening to Zhang Xudong's words, Dean Lu explained, "Some of them were doctors who used to work in our own clinic, and some were retired from frontline hospitals.
Born in the countryside, I learned some medical skills through family tradition or self-study. What kind of illnesses could they treat in frontline hospitals? Just gunshot wounds, knife wounds, injuries from falls, colds and fevers. Where have I ever seen silver needles stop bleeding or relieve pain?
When you tell me you can stop bleeding and relieve pain with acupuncture, and that you can tell the severity of a fracture just by feeling my pulse, you call me bragging and refuse to accept it. You're such a clueless bunch.
While the two were talking, Zhang Xudong wrote a prescription and handed it to Grandma Chen: "Grandma Chen, take these three doses of medicine twice a day. Simmer three bowls of water to make one bowl of water, and drink it for three days. Let Grandpa Zheng drink the medicine once today, and he will sleep much better at night."
"Grandpa Zheng, I'll give you an injection first to make you feel better." Zhang Xudong saw that there was no bed in the conference room, so he wanted to take Grandpa Zheng to the next ward.
Those old cadres are unwilling to do so. We have been waiting for you for a long time. What if you run away after the injection?
Those expert directors were unwilling to do so either. We were waiting for you just to see you treat the disease. If you just go away, what's the point of us seeing you?
Zhang Xudong had no choice. These were heroes who had fought the enemy on the battlefield with real guns and swords, shed blood and suffered injuries for this country and its people. We, the weaklings, couldn't afford to offend them, and we couldn't afford to offend them!
With no other options, Zhang Xudong had the old man lie down on a bench. He first pressed a few times on the old man's scarred waist, using his internal energy to move the shrapnel away from the nerves.
Then he inserted five needles and injected some internal energy to warm the damaged nerves and muscles.
Zhang Xudong twisted the five silver needles one by one with his fingers, and the silver needles made a vibrating "buzzing" sound.
"Phoenix nodded three times, this, this, this is not Chinese medicine, this is ancient medicine, this is the legendary acupuncture method!" A Chinese medicine expert from the provincial capital exclaimed and squeezed to the front in the crowd.
"Young sir, we are too arrogant and don't know how immature we are. I don't know who your respected teacher is. Can this old man go and pay him a visit?" said the expert who looked to be in his sixties.
"I don't know whether this is ancient medicine or traditional Chinese medicine. My master taught me, and I learned it. My master didn't say much. You won't be able to see my master anymore. He passed away last year on his immortal birthday." Zhang Xudong brought out the same trick he used to fool Dean Lu.
"The day of immortality? One hundred and eight years old? Master! There is no chance to see it, there is no chance to see it!" the expert sighed.
"Young master, will you accept me as your apprentice? I only want to learn this acupuncture method. This set of Phoenix Three-Nod is what I have dreamed of learning for many years! As long as you let me learn, I will do anything," the expert bowed and said to Zhang Xudong with the courtesy of a disciple.
Zhang Xudong quickly reached out and used some hidden strength to help the old man up. "Old sir, my master has no rules about keeping his medical skills secret, but you really can't learn this acupuncture technique."
Zhang Xudong met the old man's questioning gaze and continued, "This set of acupuncture requires a matching mental method, neither of which can be missing. I have studied medicine and martial arts with my master since I was a child, and I have cultivated internal energy to be able to use this set of acupuncture techniques."
"Look," Zhang Xudong said, poking the back of the chair with his right index finger. The finger pierced silently, and when Zhang Xudong withdrew his finger, a round hole appeared on the back of the chair.
Zhang Xudong's flirtatious finger startled everyone present. There wasn't a single person in this room who just sat around doing nothing. They all had been soldiers throughout their lives, having seen a lot of things.
But I'd never seen anyone like Zhang Xudong, a kid who hadn't even grown all his hair yet, achieve both medical and martial arts prowess. The whole room of old men and women felt like they'd lived in vain.
He ran over eagerly to find fault with others and laugh at their jokes. He must have been slapped in the face, the sound of his face slapping, didn't it hurt? Dean Lu looked at the stunned people in the room, his face smiling brightly, like a blooming old chrysanthemum.
As expected, they were all top performers who had been tested for a long time. After a moment of hesitation, everyone lined up, with those who reacted quickly standing in the front and those who reacted slowly standing at the back.
"See a doctor, I want to see the young master. You quacks have been treating me for so many years and there's been no improvement. If the young master can cure me, I'll go back to my hometown to open up wasteland and farm. It's better than living here and waiting to die, wasting the country's food."
Zhang Xudong looked at the long line, then looked at his watch, and then looked at President Lu, "What should we do?"
Dean Lu wanted to persuade these people to come back tomorrow, but then he looked at the director of the Medical Bureau waiting in line and thought, "Forget it, let's persuade Zhang Xudong to treat them more practically."
"Hey Xudong, everyone trusts you so much and has been waiting for you all afternoon. Are you just going to work hard for me? I'll get your certificate for you tomorrow morning."
"Doesn't it have to be done after the surgery tomorrow?" Zhang Xudong asked.
"The surgery you performed today is much more difficult than the one you will perform tomorrow. Even if you pass this assessment, you can perform the surgery normally tomorrow," said the dean.
"Can the surgery be arranged earlier tomorrow? I have to accompany Grandpa Zheng and Grandma home." Zhang Xudong said as he started acupuncture on Grandpa Zheng.
"Okay, the operation will start at 7 o'clock tomorrow. I'll arrange it now. You can sleep in my office tonight." After saying this, Dean Lu went to make the arrangements.
"Grandpa, please get up and move around a bit." Zhang Xudong said to Grandpa Zheng.
"Oh, it's comfortable. My waist can be straightened now. It doesn't hurt anymore. It's warm. It's really comfortable. I haven't felt this comfortable in thirteen years. Boy, I won't say thank you. It's useless. I will give you something real in the future," said Mr. Zheng happily.
"As long as you feel comfortable, it's fine. Other things don't matter. You and grandma should go back first. Take the medicine and have a good sleep."
Zhang Xudong watched the old man walk out of the meeting room with his back straight, accompanied by Grandma Chen, and began to treat the old cadres in the room.
"You have chronic cold legs. You soaked in cold water for a long time when you were young, and you have rheumatoid arthritis. I'll prescribe three doses of medicine for you to take for three days. After three days, come back and I'll give you some plasters to apply for a month.
Also, go back and find an ounce of Sichuan peppercorns, the best kind. Crush them into powder and soak them in white wine with a concentration of at least 55% for two days.
Then apply the alcohol to your legs and rub them back and forth with your hands. If you have moxa sticks, fumigate them back and forth for a dozen times. If you don't have moxa sticks, cover them with a hot water bottle for ten minutes."
Zhang Xudong said to a patient. He looked at the crowd and then said loudly: "This method is suitable for anyone, anywhere with rheumatic pain, everyone can try it."
"Anyone who suffers from rheumatic pain should exercise moderately during the day to induce sweating. Before going to bed at night, soak your feet in hot water. It's best to add some mugwort to the water. Soak your feet until you start to sweat slightly. I'm not asking you to just wash your feet for three minutes!"
Zhang Xudong spoke to the roomful of people. A bunch of old men and women quickly found paper and pen to write it down. "Who hasn't crawled through snow and waded through water in winter? The pain increases when it's cloudy or rainy. If there's such a good, free cure, anyone who doesn't use it is a fool."
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