Chapter 7 Rescue 2
The best time to rescue a person is in the early stages of stroke symptoms; the earlier the rescue, the better the effect.
Wen Zhu didn't dare to delay for a moment, and immediately took out the silver needle and squatted beside the old man.
Some of the onlookers began to mock Wen Zhu, thinking that he was overestimating his own abilities.
"A teenage girl is trying to show off her abilities by imitating others. Don't turn around and kill someone. You'll have to pay with your life for that. Don't think you're a hero just because you've seen heroines on TV. You'll have a bad example!" an aunt said sarcastically.
The kind-hearted person who first noticed the old man fainted immediately spoke up for Wen Zhu.
"How about you save them? You didn't save them, but they did, and you still have the nerve to mock them. If you don't want to save them, then shut up and don't bother them."
Someone immediately chimed in, "Exactly. Not only do you not want to help, but you're also just making sarcastic remarks. I wonder if you'd rather others leave you alone the next time you faint."
The auntie was embarrassed by the crowd and whispered, "I'm just afraid that her family will blame her. I mean well but end up doing something bad. Anyway, it's her fault. It has nothing to do with me. I didn't touch her. You all saw it."
Although Gu Zhenbei didn't say anything, he actually agreed with what the mean aunt said.
This little girl, aside from being pretty, was a real troublemaker. And trouble was what he feared most. The slight affection he had for her due to her appearance was now slowly fading.
Forget it, considering her young age, forget it, help her. So Gu Zhenbei said, "Or I will carry her to the Chinese medicine clinic and find a doctor to treat her, and you don't mess around here."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man who was watching the shop came out to watch the fun and replied, "Mr. Wen is out seeing patients. I don't know how to do it." He scratched his head.
Gu Zhenbei: "I'm taking this old man to the hospital, don't cause trouble." As he said that, he was about to squat down to resist.
Wen Zhu saw that this was not going to work. If the old man was moved and the car was bumpy, he would be paralyzed even if he woke up at the hospital. So he immediately stopped him with a cold face.
"Don't move. He's having a stroke, not just fainting. By the time you rush him to the hospital, the best time to save him will have passed. Even if he wakes up, he'll be paralyzed in bed for the rest of his life."
Seeing that Gu Zhenbei paused, Wen Zhu deliberately added fuel to the fire, "I dare to take responsibility for punishing him, but do you dare to take this responsibility? If you are not afraid of being taken care of by others in your old age, then you can move out, I won't stop you. As for whether you believe what I say or not, that is not my business."
"It's not that I don't dare take responsibility, it's just that I don't understand medicine. Since you say it's so serious, saving lives is the most important thing. For the sake of this old man, I won't move him. But you'd better not move either. I'll go find a doctor."
After saying this, Gu Zhenbei took a step forward, borrowed a bicycle, turned around and went to find a doctor.
Wen Zhu curled her lips and didn't bother to pay attention to him. She let him go and look for it as long as it didn't interfere with her saving people.
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There were whispers all around, some were waiting to see Wen Zhu make a fool of herself, while others were worried about her.
The barrage of comments is just like the crowd, with two sides confronting each other and each holding their own opinions.
Wen Zhu turned a deaf ear to everything and turned a blind eye. She remembered her master saying that when you embark on the path of a doctor, you have a mission to save people, and no matter what the situation, you must maintain your original heart.
Wen Zhu soaked the silver needle in alcohol from the clinic, and then used the alcohol to disinfect his hands and the acupuncture site of the unconscious old man. Only after he was ready did he pick up the silver needle and began to perform the acupuncture with skillful techniques.
She calmly and quickly inserted the silver needles into the acupuncture points one by one. The people around her subconsciously watched with bated breath, and fell silent in tacit understanding.
She sometimes twirled the needle, sometimes gently pressed around the acupoint. Everyone was amazed, wondering how she could exert such strength, but the tiny needle seemed to have a positioning function, landing steadily and accurately on the acupoint she pressed.
At the moment when all the silver needles fell, the old man's eyes, which were originally closed, trembled slightly. After a moment, his eyes slowly opened.
Everyone let out a cry of surprise.
When the old man regained consciousness, his eyes were filled with confusion. Wen Zhu explained softly, "Master, you just had a stroke and fainted. Fortunately, the blockage in your blood vessels was short-lived. I helped you clear it with acupuncture and you're fine now. But you still need to recuperate. I'll remove the needles from you now. It won't hurt too much, you'll be fine in a moment."
The old man looked at Wen Zhu gratefully: "Miss, it's all thanks to you. I didn't expect that you look so young, but your medical skills are so amazing!"
Wen Zhu smiled and said, "This is traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture, an old method that has been passed down for many years. It just happened that I read a lot of medical books and had a good master who trusted me to practice it. This is all the wisdom of our ancestors."
Everyone was full of admiration: "I didn't expect Chinese medicine and acupuncture to be so powerful. Today is really an eye-opener!"
"Yes, yes, the little girl is very capable! Next time, some people should not judge people by their appearance." After saying this, he looked meaningfully at the aunt who had previously mocked Wen Zhu.
Seeing that she was being ridiculed, the aunt lost her temper and dared not say a word. She picked up the basket and ran away in shame.
Wen Zhu went to the clinic, borrowed a pen and paper, and wrote a prescription for the old man, telling him to take it home and boil it himself. He also suggested that he go to a larger hospital for a checkup, both to put his mind at ease and to prevent a relapse. He also advised him to eat less meat, greasy food, high in salt and oil, and to keep a regular routine, avoid staying up late, and exercise regularly.
The old man now looks at Wen Zhu with eyes like a living god.
After rummaging for a long time, he took out a cloth bag tightly wrapped with a rope from his pocket and stuffed it into Wen Zhu's hand.
Before Wen Zhu could react, the old man took the cloth bag back.
He carefully untied the rope and took out all the money, including Great Unity notes and Mao Zedong notes, and stuffed them into Wen Zhu's hands without allowing him to refuse.
"This money is all for you. The bag was sewn by my old lady. She is gone now, so I leave it as a reminder. You will need it to store money next time, so I won't give it to you."
Wen Zhu was a little confused.
Looking at the handful of coins and notes in her hand, she finally realized that the old man was going to give her the medical fees. But giving her all the money was too much. And she had no intention of taking the old man's money.
So I returned the money without even thinking about it.
The old man refused to accept the consultation and waved his hands repeatedly, "Little doctor, you have to accept it. I'll feel bad if you don't. I heard that I'm either dead or paralyzed today. If it weren't for you, how would I have a chance to be alive and well? And if you don't charge for the consultation, if my life is taken away by God again, there will be nothing I can do."
Wen Zhu was so amused by the old man's nonsense that he asked her to collect the consultation fee that she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. So she compromised and accepted a symbolic fee. "Then I'll take this ten yuan. God will feel embarrassed to take it from you."
The old man still refused to take the money back. "I have money, I'm not short of it. I haven't spent anything my daughter and son have given me, and I can even work and earn money myself. If you don't accept it, how can I have the nerve to come to you for treatment next time?"
Finally, with the old man's insistence, Wen Zhu received the first consultation fee after awakening his memory of traditional Chinese medicine, which was 18.56 yuan.
Gu Zhenbei rode a bicycle and arrived at the door of the clinic with a doctor in a white coat. He saw that the old man who was unconscious before he left was not only awake now, but also lively and insisted on giving money to Wen Zhu.
He was so shocked that he was speechless, and now he even regretted his previous behavior of stopping her from saving people.
He had never thought that she actually knew Chinese medicine, and was so skilled at it. Now he had a new understanding of Wen Zhu: it was better to make friends with such a person than to make enemies with him.
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