Baobao Chen's car hurriedly arrived outside the nursing home, and after registering, he drove in quickly.
The decoration of the sanatorium is not luxurious, but the scenery is excellent and the environment is very good. There are many old men playing chess leisurely in the yard.
Chen Baobao parked the car, took Chen Xiaobao to a small building at the back, and hurried upstairs.
There were already quite a few people standing in the bedroom upstairs.
An old man who looked relatively healthy was lying there, breathing oxygen through his nose. Several doctors in white coats stood there, helpless.
An old man in Tang suit is giving acupuncture treatment to an old man.
There were many people standing around, looking worried.
The old man in Tang suit concentrated and held his breath, and was about to give the old man a needle on his head.
"Stop, you can't give me this injection!"
When Chen Xiaobao saw this scene, he spoke up immediately.
The old man paused and looked at Chen Xiaobao.
"Baby, who is he? Don't let him affect Master Nangong's treatment of the old man!" A middle-aged woman who looked slightly older than Chen Baobao frowned and said to Chen Baobao.
"Xiaobao, why can't I give this injection?" Chen Baobao didn't understand what was going on, so he turned around and asked, then explained to the middle-aged woman, "Sister-in-law, this is Chen Xiaobao. His medical skills are also very famous in Jiangcheng. He is a famous doctor in Jiangcheng!"
"A famous doctor in Jiangcheng? Even Tang Yigong, the master of traditional Chinese medicine in Jiangcheng, doesn't dare to call himself a famous doctor in front of my master!" The middle-aged man who was holding the needle behind the old man sneered and said disdainfully.
"How can a doctor from a small place like Jiangcheng compare to Master Nangong? Don't make any noise, lest you affect Master Nangong's treatment!"
The middle-aged woman said with a frown.
"With this injection, the old man will lose half his life!" Chen Xiaobao remained unmoved and said solemnly.
"Xiaobao, are you telling the truth?"
Chen Baobao's pretty face changed slightly, and she asked worriedly.
She and Fang Yuqiong had looked up Chen Xiaobao's information and knew that Chen Xiaobao's medical skills were quite advanced and that he was a famous doctor in Jiangcheng. Even Tang Yigong, a master of traditional Chinese medicine in Jiangcheng, called himself a disciple in front of Chen Xiaobao.
But Master Nangong is known as the best doctor in the province and is extremely famous in the provincial capital. If not for this, the Chen family would not have asked him to treat Mr. Chen.
In this situation, Western medicine may be of no use, so we can only seek help from Master Nangong as a last resort.
"The shrapnel in Mr. Chen's brain has merged with his flesh and blood, and is now compressing his nerves and blood vessels, causing paralysis and brain hemorrhage. In addition, Mr. Chen is too old, so it is impossible for him to recover completely. Medical skills have their limits. You want Chinese and Western medicine to work together to cure his disease, but it is impossible!"
Chen Xiaobao said lightly.
It is obvious that Master Nangong's method is to use traditional Chinese medicine to suppress the disease and Western medicine surgery to completely cure the old man.
But the problem is that the shrapnel in Mr. Chen's brain has become integrated with the brain tissue over the years, and forcibly removing it will be counterproductive.
Traditional Chinese medicine suppresses the injuries and creates an opportunity for Western medicine to perform surgery. The idea is good, but in reality, the tolerance rate is too low and any mistake can cause the old man to lose his life.
Not to mention, Chen Xiaobao didn't think there was any chance of success in doing so.
Medicine cannot cure incurable diseases, but Buddha can save those who are destined to be saved. Medical skills have their limits, and doctors are not gods. As a doctor, you have to admit this first.
"You are quite knowledgeable, young man. Unfortunately, that's just because your medical skills are not good enough. I can't say much when I treat Mr. Chen, but I am sure I have a 50% chance of success!"
Master Nangong smiled proudly, stroked his beard, and didn't take Chen Xiaobao's words seriously at all.
The disciple behind him also looked very proud.
“Young man, I know you are a martial arts genius. You can defeat Xiang Qitian at such a young age. However, although medicine and martial arts are inseparable, medicine and martial arts are not the same thing after all. I believe that your medical skills may be good, but there is definitely a gap compared to Master Nangong. Now that the old man’s life is hanging by a thread, we can only trust Master Nangong!”
A sturdy man in his fifties said in a deep voice.
This man has a strong aura and restrained energy, which emits extremely powerful strength. Chen Xiaobao estimates that his strength is not just at the peak of the Profound Realm, but at least at the level of half a step into the Earth Realm.
Even a real Earth Realm expert is very likely.
He should be Chen Baobao's father.
"Xiaobao, this is my father, Chen Xingtian, the deputy head of the Central Province Wumen Law Enforcement Hall!" Chen Baobao took the initiative to introduce Chen Xiaobao, and sure enough, it was the same as Chen Xiaobao guessed.
"Master Chen!"
Chen Xiaobao nodded slightly.
"It's true that heroes emerge from young people. There are only a handful of young people in our Central Province's martial arts sect who can stand shoulder to shoulder with you!" Chen Xingtian looked at Chen Xiaobao carefully and sighed slightly.
When he was as young as Chen Xiaobao, he was far from having the strength that Chen Xiaobao had.
However, it is precisely because of this that Chen Xingtian does not believe that Chen Xiaobao's medical skills can be better than Master Nangong's. A person's energy is limited. Even if one has great achievements in martial arts, it would be difficult to have similar achievements in medical skills, especially since Chen Xiaobao is still so young.
Even if you are extremely talented, how high can you improve your medical skills by practicing martial arts every day?
"So you are the Chen Xiaobao!" Master Nangong suddenly realized that Chen Xiaobao has been very popular in the martial arts circles of the Central Province recently, and many people in the martial arts circles have heard of him.
It is no small matter that a young man in his early twenties could actually kill Xiang Qitian.
"Young man, you have great talent in martial arts, but you should be more modest when it comes to medical skills!" Master Nangong smiled faintly, turned to Chen Xingtian and said, "Master Chen, don't worry, I'm here, the old man will be fine!"
"To tell you the truth, in the past month, I accidentally learned the Five Elements Divine Needle Acupuncture Method that has been lost for more than a hundred years. With this acupuncture method, I dare not say that the disease can be cured immediately, but it should not be a problem to help the old man live for a few more years!"
Chen Xingtian's face changed slightly, and he said in shock, "Are you telling the truth?"
"Of course it's true. My master is a leading figure in the field of traditional Chinese medicine in the province. How could he deceive you?" Master Nangong's disciple said proudly.
"That's great, that's great, I'll have to trouble Master Nangong, please save the old man!" Chen Xingtian said excitedly.
Master Nangong smiled faintly and prepared to give acupuncture.
At this moment, Chen Xiaobao suddenly asked, "Did you learn the Five Elements Divine Needle from Tang Yigong?"
The Five Elements Divine Needle was passed on to Tang Yigong by Chen Xiaobao. One of his conditions at the time was that Tang Yigong should pass on the Five Elements Divine Needle to benefit more patients.
"How do you know?"
Master Nangong asked in surprise.
"Because Tang Yigong learned the Five Elements Divine Needle Technique from me!" Chen Xiaobao said lightly.
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