As a colleague for so many years, Dr. Qiu is well aware of Hu Zhongliang's bad temper.
Hu Zhongliang hated it most when others interfered with his treatment plan. If Hu Zhongliang knew that Dr. Ziqiu had revealed the treatment plan in advance, he might cause trouble for him.
"I'll go find him. Old Wen is in this state, why is he just focusing on research? Human lives are at stake!" Feng Xueying was anxious. She wasn't stupid. Wen Yiran's condition was dire. If he could get treatment sooner, there might still be a glimmer of hope. If he delayed any longer, the consequences would be unpredictable.
Her family's Lao Wen couldn't fall! News came from Kyoto that Lao Wen would have the opportunity to come to Beijing next year, something Feng Xueying had been looking forward to for many years. Besides, if anything happened to Lao Wen, that old man in Kyoto would definitely not look at their family again. After all, Lao Wen was the only one in their family who could get his smile.
"No need to look for her, I'm here." Before Feng Xueying walked out of the room, Dr. Hu's voice came from outside the door.
Zhao Qingshan walked into the ward with his hands behind his back. Half a step behind him, Hu Zhongliang was carrying a medicine box.
No matter how you look at it, he looks like a medicine boy who is holding tools for Zhao Qingshan.
"Zhao Qingshan, what are you doing here? Lao Wen is about to start treatment, and I don't have time to greet you." Feng Xueying was furious the moment she saw Zhao Qingshan. This country bumpkin had no sense at all. At such a critical moment when Lao Wen was about to start treatment, he was still here to join in the fun.
"Director Feng, this is the expert I invited for Mayor Wen." Hu Zhongliang was furious when he saw Feng Xueying speaking to Zhao Qingshan in such a tone. "If Director Feng thinks I'm meddling, I'll ask the teacher to leave right away. Director Feng, please find someone else to handle Mayor Wen's illness!"
"Master?" Feng Xueying looked at Zhao Qingshan in confusion. Could this Zhao Qingshan be a master? No way! He looked just like that rustic country bumpkin.
"Director Feng, I'm not bragging, but there aren't many people in this world who can cure Mayor Wen. My teacher should be 70% sure. However, if Director Feng isn't willing to treat him, we won't force him."
Doctor Hu has always been very arrogant when treating patients. No matter how high his status, how much power he has, or how much financial resources he has, he cannot avoid dealing with diseases.
Even if Feng Xueying was the mayor's wife, so what? She ate the same grains and could get sick. In Hu Zhongliang's eyes, there was only a distinction between sick people and non-sick people.
"Doctor Hu, that's not what I meant." Feng Xueying explained to Hu Zhongliang with a smile on her face. Doctor Hu always looked down on others, even in front of Doctor Qiu, his attitude was arrogant. Today, he actually said so many good things about Zhao Qingshan, and Feng Xueying must have heard them.
Wen Yiran is the backbone of their branch. Feng Xueying knows very well that if anything happens to Wen Yiran, none of her sons will be able to support the family, let alone compete with the direct branch in Kyoto.
For Dr. Hu's sake, Feng Xueying softened her attitude towards Zhao Qingshan. However, the country bumpkin she had always despised suddenly became a "miracle doctor," and Feng Xueying wasn't strong enough to be rude and respectful.
Hu Zhongliang's eyes kept watching Zhao Qingshan's expression. Seeing Zhao Qingshan's calm face, neither angry nor smiling, Hu Zhongliang finally let go of the breath he had raised.
People with some ability are usually very arrogant, and Hu Zhongliang was afraid that Zhao Qingshan would be driven away by Feng Xueying. After all, in all these years, Hu Zhongliang had only seen Zhao Qingshan, who could accurately tell which meridian of a patient was blocked just by taking the pulse.
It wasn't that Zhao Qingshan wasn't angry; he was just too lazy to argue with Feng Xueying. Zhao Qingshan and Wen Yiran's friendship had been forged through blood and fire; they were brothers willing to risk their lives. Who was Feng Xueying?
On the way to Qingshan City, Zhao Qingshan had considered secretly treating Wen Yiran. He knew Feng Xueying had a deep prejudice against him, and he was impatient to see her expression. However, after taking Wen Yiran's pulse, Zhao Qingshan rejected this idea.
After all, Wen Yiran's brain capillaries had numerous bleeding points, reaching four or five, so the treatment would take considerably longer. Zhao Qingshan estimated that it would take at least eight or ten treatments to completely clear the blood clots in Wen Yiran's brain. Furthermore, Zhao Qingshan couldn't be disturbed during the treatment.
Wen Ziqing didn't dwell on it; he simply trusted Zhao Qingshan. After witnessing Zhou Yuanyuan's impressive acupuncture skills, Wen Ziqing's admiration for the Zhao family's traditional medicine deepened. Zhao Qingshan offered to treat Wen Yiran, and Wen Ziqing welcomed it with open arms.
Zhao Qingshan was very cautious when giving acupuncture.
Others cannot see the mystery in it, but Wen Ziqing can.
Every time Zhao Qingshan took out a silver needle, he would attach a thin layer of "qi" to the silver needle, and then slowly insert it into Wen Yiran's head.
Even though that thin layer of air entered Wen Yiran's brain along with the silver needle, it did not dissipate. Instead, after a few seconds, it returned to Zhao Qingshan's body as Zhao Qingshan twisted the silver needle with his fingers.
Throughout the whole process, Zhao Qingshan appeared very cautious.
After inserting five silver needles into Wen Yiran's head, Zhao Qingshan's forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat.
Hu Zhongliang watched Zhao Qingshan perform acupuncture, secretly smacking his lips in amazement. Teacher Zhao's medical skills truly surpassed his own. His needlework, the lifting, pulling, twisting, and pinching, all held a unique rhythm. As Hu Zhongliang watched, he felt a new realization dawn on him.
If Hu Zhongliang were to treat Wen Yiran today, he wouldn't have done a better job than Zhao Qingshan. Zhao Qingshan inserted needles in several areas Hu Zhongliang currently didn't dare touch, but they were also the key acupuncture points that would stimulate Wen Yiran's awakening.
Oh no! Lao Wen's situation is not good.
Hu Zhongliang couldn't see what was going on inside Wen Yiran's head, but Zhao Qingshan could. The thin layer of "qi" attached to each silver needle, as it expanded and contracted, directly reflected the situation within a few centimeters around the silver needle to Zhao Qingshan's mind.
The six silver needles formed a small world. Through the detection of the silver needles, Zhao Qingshan had "seen" the situation inside Wen Yiran's head.
Zhao Qingshan had initially assumed Wen Yiran had only one or two brain bleeds, but he hadn't expected six hemorrhages, large and small. Two of the most severe were congested, with blood clots about a centimeter in diameter. One of the congestions had even pressed against several of Wen Yiran's brain nerves.
The human brain is the most complex and fragile place in the world. Zhao Qingshan is sure that Wen Yiran's inability to wake up is directly related to the large blood clot.
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