Ruan Tang was stunned and understood what Mr. Zhuang meant.
Xie Jiang studied under Master Zhuang, but because he became the last one to become his disciple and because of the turmoil, he did not have the chance to learn all the skills from Master Zhuang.
Even so, Xie Jiang's medical skills are top-notch in neurology in China.
It can be imagined that Mr. Zhuang's medical attainments in neurology are unparalleled.
The reason why Mr. Zhuang took the initiative to mention President Liu's illness this time might be that he was moved by the household registration.
He is returning the favor.
Ruan Tang thought for a moment and said sincerely, "We're not brothers, but we're better than brothers. When we encounter difficulties, we rely on everyone's support to overcome them."
"The floor, carpet, clothes, shoes and socks in your room were all sent by others."
Old Zhuang glared at Ruan Tang, his voice tinged with hesitation. "I've already sworn off practicing medicine."
"Aren't there enough people who swear every day? If the Thunder God really wanted to strike everyone, he would tire himself to death."
Ruan Tang courteously offered Zhuang Lao a way out, "If you're afraid of being struck by lightning, we can retire."
As he said this, he found a washbasin for Mr. Zhuang.
Mr. Zhuang was talking nonsense, but he put his hands down and washed them obediently.
After washing his hands, Mr. Zhuang stopped being pretentious and urged Ruan Tang to go back before dark.
Ruan Tang also knew that it was not easy to get Mr. Zhuang to come out of retirement, so she didn't dare to be picky about the time.
"I'm looking for Ji Nanfeng."
Mr. Zhuang grabbed Ruan Tang and asked, "What do you want to do with him?"
"We were both elderly and pregnant, and we went out in the middle of the night and were caught by everyone without even realizing it."
Mr. Zhuang still wanted to keep the child alive, so he let go of Ruan Tang's arm.
It's not impossible to tolerate Ji Nanfeng's words.
Ji Nanfeng heard some movement in Ji Xiaodi's room late at night. He took a look and found that Ji Xiaodi had gotten a basket of chalk from somewhere and was practicing throwing arrows at the target.
I have to say, my accuracy is pretty good. Seven or eight out of ten times I hit the bull's eye.
But this still meant a beating.
For fear of disturbing others' rest, Ji's younger brother was not allowed to speak.
After Ji Nanfeng stretched his muscles and came out, he heard some noise on the stairs and saw Ruan Tang coming up.
"Hurry, let's go to the hospital."
us?
Who else?
Ji Nanfeng was pulled downstairs by Ruan Tang and went to Mr. Zhuang's room.
Old Zhuang sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his hands together. Ji Nanfeng had been busy these days, and he had no chance to get back his bath-scrubbing job.
Oh, now...
He brought it upon himself.
Zhuang Lao was picky and said, "Change your clothes. Gray is not my lucky color. I'm afraid there will be some accidents while I'm treating the patient."
Ji Nanfeng raised his eyebrows, "Your eyesight is not good, this is green."
Mr. Zhuang's eyes widened after being rebuked. This kid was even more petty than him. He just said that she was not worthy of Xiao Tang'er, but he still holds a grudge against her!
"My eyesight is very good! Xiao Tang'er, tell me, is this gray?"
Their eyes fixed on Ruan Tang, waiting for her to speak.
Ruan Tang had no idea what the two were celebrating and thought that Ji Nanfeng was just too lazy to go back to change his clothes.
"Grandpa Zhuang, it's not gray, it's green."
Ji Nanfeng chuckled complacently, and regardless of whether Mr. Zhuang was willing or not, he started to carry him like a princess.
Before Mr. Zhuang could even refuse, Ji Nanfeng picked him up and carried him away.
Old Zhuang looked at Ji Nanfeng's jaw with gritted teeth. Humph, he announced that the feud was officially formed.
What made him most sad was Xiao Tang'er, she didn't even help him.
Mr. Zhuang was sad all the way to the door of the ward.
Miao Jianye was the one keeping the family company tonight. When he saw Ruan Tang and the other two, his gaze finally fell on Mr. Zhuang.
"Please sit down."
When he was in front of outsiders, Mr. Zhuang regained his world-weary look.
After Mr. Zhuang sat down, he took out a bamboo tube from his waist and took out a bag of silver needles from it.
"Insert the needle two centimeters away from the Hua Tuo Jiaji point. Once it touches the bone, lift it up about three millimeters. Repeat this three times to stimulate the spinal nerves."
As Mr. Zhuang spoke, he handed the silver needle to Ruan Tang.
Ruan Tang was full of questions, "Grandpa Zhuang, can I help you disinfect?"
Zhuang Lao shook his head: "You come."
"Me?"
"Although I swore not to practice medicine again, I didn't say I couldn't teach apprentices."
Zhuang Lao had spotted Ruan Tang as a promising talent long before his time in Shanghai. He had mentioned him to Ruan's father several times, but he was always rejected. He never expected that now, buried up to his neck in the dirt, he would still have the opportunity to teach Ruan Tang.
"Xiao Tang'er, do you dare?"
Ruan Tang shook her head. When it came to practicing medicine, she had never been afraid.
Ruan Tang held her stomach, bent her knees, and knelt in front of Mr. Zhuang.
Miao Jianye tactfully poured a glass of water and handed it to Ruan Tang.
"Master, please have some tea."
Old Zhuang nodded, took a sip of water, and personally helped Ruan Tang up.
"good."
I hope he can live longer and pass on his medical skills to Xiao Tanger.
Ruan Tang had already learned acupuncture from his father, but it was only used to assist in surgical treatment.
However, this also made Ruan Tang's learning process more difficult than with twice the effort, as at least he didn't have to start from scratch to identify the acupuncture points.
"My ancestors have been practicing medicine for generations. My generation specializes in neurology, so I only study auxiliary neurological treatment..."
Under the guidance of Mr. Zhuang, Ruan Tang gave acupuncture to President Liu with skillful techniques.
This made Mr. Zhuang feel a little jealous, "Cong Qian taught you very well."
Ruan Tang had a solid foundation and a very positive attitude. No matter what he said, Ruan Tang could always execute it well and was not self-righteous.
This is a rare opportunity for those who are new to this subject.
What he disliked the most was that students did not put themselves in the position of students. After only a few days of learning, they would think of rebelling and overturning the experience that their master had explored for decades.
This is why Xie Jiang, although not considered to be an excellent talent, was still able to be his closed disciple.
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but after the needle was removed, she seemed to vaguely see the black color fade a little.
Mr. Zhuang was in very poor health. He had exerted a lot of energy the night before and was unable to get out of bed the next day. Even his porridge had to be brought into the house by Xie Jiang.
After Xie Jiang left the room, she began to wipe away her tears, muttering about how Teacher Zhuang's health had suddenly deteriorated.
Ruan Tang returned home after the operation and happened to hear Xie Jiang's words. She felt very guilty and went back to President Liu's ward and asked Miao Jianye to find some good things to nourish Mr. Zhuang.
"I have a wild ginseng in my room. When Ji Nanfeng was unconscious, I specially asked someone to find it. He woke up as soon as I got it, so I never used it..."
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