Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Inside the ward.
Su Zhengnan and his teacher Gu Fangzhou worked together to administer acupuncture, and they did not stop even though Old Zhang's eyelids twitched.
Gu Fangzhou was using the Qiankun One Needle Technique, which mainly involved using a single needle to penetrate three meridians to mobilize the body's primordial yang energy and unblock the eight meridians, thus determining yin and yang with a single needle and controlling the universe with a single acupoint.
Besides not needing to follow the traditional meridians and acupoints for acupuncture, the most important aspect of the Qiankun One Needle Method is that it requires acupoint selection and acupuncture according to the twelve two-hour periods of the day.
The acupuncture points used vary depending on the time of day when acupuncture is performed.
Fortunately, Gu Fangzhou already had a thorough understanding of the Qiankun One Needle Technique, so it was not difficult for him to perform. In fact, he even had time to take a look at Su Zhengnan's needle-handling movements.
Upon seeing this, a look of shock flashed across Gu Fangzhou's face.
Su Zhengnan's acupuncture technique was fast and accurate, and each needle insertion followed the meridian flow acupuncture method, which also corresponded to the current time.
"It seems that my last disciple's acupuncture skills have far surpassed mine!"
Gu Fangzhou couldn't help but sigh inwardly, but his needlework didn't stop for a moment.
Ten minutes later.
Su Zhengnan and his apprentice stopped what they were doing at the same time; the acupuncture was finally over.
Old Zhong and the others standing nearby couldn't help but stare at Old Zhang lying on the hospital bed and asked, "How is he? Will he wake up?"
Gu Fangzhou picked up the disinfectant alcohol next to him, sprayed some on his hands, wiped his hands and said, "He should be able to wake up. Acupuncture and moxibustion need time to stimulate the acupoints. Old Zhang's meridians have already atrophied, so I'm afraid the needles will need to be left in for a little longer."
"Then let's wait a bit!"
Old Master Ye nodded, then looked at Su Zhengnan and said, "I never imagined that Little Su's acupuncture skills had reached such a proficient level. He has probably already surpassed us old folks!"
"Uh, Mr. Ye, you flatter me."
Su Zhengnan replied modestly.
Old Ye smiled and waved his hand, saying, "I'm not exaggerating. We all saw your acupuncture technique just now, and it's definitely better than what we old folks do."
"Yes, it seems you've surpassed your teacher, Xiao Su!"
Old Zhong, standing to the side, nodded in agreement with a smile:
"I really envy Master Gu. He was able to take on a disciple like Xiao Su who has a talent for traditional Chinese medicine. Unlike my other disciples, they are all like blockheads. No matter how I teach them, they don't know how to adapt."
Gu Fangzhou turned to look at Elder Zhong and the others, and said with a smile, "Alright, you lot, stop praising him. I came here to treat Old Zhang, not to watch you praise my apprentice."
Secondly, Old Master Gu was very happy at that moment!
But since we were treating Old Zhang, it wasn't appropriate to show it.
Zhong Lao, Ye Lao, and the others exchanged glances, then fell silent, quietly waiting for Zhang Lao to wake up in his hospital bed.
Leave it for ten minutes or so.
Su Zhengnan and his teacher Gu Fangzhou removed the silver needles that had been stuck in Zhang Lao's body at the same time.
The needles have already been left in for more than ten minutes, so there's no point in leaving them in any longer.
If acupuncture is effective, Old Zhang should wake up soon.
"Hmm..."
Sure enough, in no time at all.
Lying on the hospital bed, Old Zhang let out a soft groan, slowly opened his eyes, turned his head and looked around, still in a daze.
Fortunately, the person has woken up, so there shouldn't be any major problems.
"He's awake! Old Zhang is awake!"
When Elder Ye and the others saw Elder Zhang wake up in his hospital bed, they were all very excited. It seemed that the acupuncture had really worked.
Gu Fangzhou quickly stepped forward, grabbed Old Zhang's wrist, and took his pulse. After carefully feeling the pulse, a smile appeared on his face as he said:
"Not bad, the pulse has regained some strength, and the person has woken up. Let's prescribe another medicine to replenish their vital energy!"
"Which prescription does Dr. Gu think is better?"
Zhong Beishan couldn't help but ask.
Gu Fangzhou thought for a moment, then turned to look at Su Zhengnan and said, "Let's make a Bazhen Tang (Eight Treasures Soup). Too much nourishing medicine is not suitable for Lao Zhang. Bazhen Tang is a bit milder, and it can replenish qi and blood, as well as strengthen the spleen and stomach. What do you think, Zhengnan?"
Su Zhengnan was slightly taken aback at first, then quickly replied, "I think what you said is correct, teacher. The Eight Treasures Soup is indeed quite suitable for Elder Zhang's current condition in terms of nourishing vital energy."
"Then let's make an Eight Treasures Soup!"
Gu Fangzhou nodded and turned to instruct the nurses behind him.
Soon, several nurses took the prescription and went to decoct the medicine.
Lying on the hospital bed, Old Zhang mumbled something unintelligible as he gradually regained consciousness. He then waved to Gu Fangzhou, clearly wanting to say something to him.
Gu Fangzhou stepped forward, glanced at him, and said:
"Let's talk about it when you've fully recovered. Right now, you need to rest."
Lying on the hospital bed, Old Zhang pursed his lips and weakly retorted:
"Don't worry, I won't die. Even a bomb didn't kill me back then, this little illness won't kill me..."
"Alright, old man, stop showing off. You're almost ninety. Even if this disease doesn't come after you, how many more years do you have left to live?"
Gu Fangzhou glared at him unhappily and said, "I told you to get the shrapnel out of your head sooner, but you wouldn't listen to me. I told you to practice health preservation with me, but you wouldn't listen to me either. If it weren't for the presence of my master and me today, you'd probably be meeting the King of Hell by now!"
"Hehe, then I should thank you both, master and disciple!"
Zhang Zongguo smiled and asked jokingly, "By the way, which apprentice accompanied you this time? It wouldn't happen to be your eldest apprentice surnamed Chu, would it?"
"No, he is my last disciple."
Gu Fangzhou sighed softly, turned to look at Su Zhengnan, and said in a low voice:
“Zhengnan, come here and get acquainted. This is Zhang Zongguo. You can call him Uncle Zhang.”
When Gu Fangzhou accepted disciples, Zhang Zongguo happened to be busy and was unable to participate, so he knew nothing about Su Zhengnan, his last disciple.
However, his relationship with Gu Fangzhou can be described as that of brothers, and he can also be considered Gu Fangzhou's benefactor.
After all, Gu Fangzhou had also participated in the War of Resistance against Japan and was a military doctor back then, and happened to be in the same unit as Zhang Zongguo.
Back then, Gu Fangzhou had saved Zhang Zongguo's life.
Upon hearing the teacher's introduction, Su Zhengnan immediately walked quickly to the bedside and respectfully said to Zhang Zongguo:
"Hello, Uncle Zhang!"
Zhang Zongguo lay on the bed, carefully examining the young man before him. A hint of admiration appeared in his eyes, and he smiled and nodded, saying:
"Hmm, the young man is quite energetic. He looks much better than the other kids. Cough cough cough..."
As he spoke, Zhang Zongguo suddenly couldn't help but cough violently.
Seeing this, Gu Fangzhou quickly patted the other person's back and said:
"Alright, stop talking. Focus on getting better. We can talk about other things after you've recovered."
Zhang Zongguo nodded and remained silent; he did indeed feel quite tired.
Although it was only a few words exchanged.
But Zhang Zongguo felt a tightness in his lungs. If it weren't for his strong willpower, the dizziness in his head alone would have been enough to make him fall asleep again.
Afterwards, Gu Fangzhou got up and called everyone to leave the ward, without staying to disturb Zhang Zongguo's rest.
After leaving the ward.
Gu Fangzhou turned to Elder Zhong and the others and said, "Are you guys busy with something? If not, how about we get together for lunch?"
"Eat? Sure!"
Zhong Beishan smiled and nodded, saying, "It's been a long time since we've seen each other. Since Elder Gu said he'd treat us, let's have a meal before we go back."
"Okay, let's go then, the usual place."
With that, Gu Fangzhou took the lead and walked outside.
For this group of people, they had long since become indifferent to life and death.
Now that Zhang Zongguo has woken up, it's not their place to worry about the rest.
Besides, worrying won't help!
Who can guarantee that they will never face death and separation?
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