What Zhen Fei said to Wen Xiaoge is not entirely true. He saved the Onmyoji, but there are many things that the Onmyoji taught him, far more than just a kind of "yin and yang needle".
Even Zhen Fei did not believe all the things taught by Onmyoji to Zhen Fei. The Yin Yang Needle was used for the first time after learning. I did not expect it to have obvious effects. According to the introduction in the book "Yin Yang Needle", this kind of needle The Fa has not appeared for hundreds of years, and according to Onmyoji himself, he has a full life span of more than 500 years.
It was precisely because of the words of the Onmyoji that Zhen Fei was half-believing, that he did not dare to say too much to people, and it was not fun to be treated as a lunatic gibberish.
After a while, the department director Fang Kangyong came over and said, "Ma Dafu, how do you feel?"
"Okay, it's much better." Ma Dafu is very grateful. Since falling ill, he has never felt as good as he does today.
Fang Kangyong nodded and said, "It used to be Hu Tiankai as your attending doctor. Dr. Hu received another patient today and he cannot be your attending doctor. Since Dr. Zhen is effective in your treatment, then we do not intend to treat you I’ve been transferred to the inpatient department. Let’s stay in the emergency department. I will be your attending doctor, and Dr. Zhen will be responsible for the specific treatment."
With this arrangement, Zhen Fei is still responsible for Ma Dafu’s treatment, but Zhen Fei is still an intern and has no right to write prescriptions. Therefore, there must be an attending doctor to give guidance. This is also an encouragement to the intern as well as a supervision of the internship. Doctor's treatment system.
Ma Dafu didn't understand the relationship between the rules and systems in the hospital. He heard Zhen Fei come to treat him and said gratefully: "That's fine, anyway, I won't live long, and it's good to be able to suffer less."
Fang Kangyong felt uncomfortable when he heard it. For a doctor, he could never cure the patient anymore, and it made him more uncomfortable to let the patient wait for death. He couldn't think of anything else to comfort Ma Dafu, so he nodded and said to Zhen Fei: "You should treat with your heart, and it is best to relieve the patient's pain. This is the best we can do."
"Don't worry, Director Fang, I will treat with my heart." Zhen Fei promised.
"Come with me." Fang Kangyong called Wen Xiaoge away.
Ma Dafu whispered: "Dr. Zhen, you are here for treatment. Director Fang is still worried. He has hung up the title of attending doctor. This is clearly a robbing of the fruits of your labor."
"I am an intern, and I need the supervision and guidance of the attending doctor. Director Fang’s approach is correct, hey! Uncle Ma, don’t provoke the relationship between our superiors and subordinates. If it weren’t for Director Fang to say that your family has no money today I have been treated for you, and I will not take the initiative to invite Ying to treat you."
"It turns out that you are an intern. This hospital can really cheat people." Ma Dafu was very angry. If he knew that Zhen Fei was only for an internship and said that he would not agree to use acupuncture to treat cancer, it would be a joke. But Ma Dafu has now tasted the sweetness of acupuncture and has changed his mind.
"Uncle Ma, you are the client, do you think my level of treatment is worse than that of the attending doctor?"
"Don't tell me, your acupuncture technique is good compared to those chemotherapy and physical therapy. After the treatment, I feel that I have strength all over and my stomach is no longer painful, but the maintenance time is too short. , It's only an hour."
"Uncle Ma, you are terminally ill. I don't know if it can be cured completely. Let's cross the river by feeling the stones."
"Boy, I know, you are holding my body to practice hands." Ma Dafu also understood a little in his heart.
"Uncle Ma, don't think I will lie to you, in fact, I think you are very lucky. My acupuncture and moxibustion technique has been lost for hundreds of years, and most people don't get this treatment."
"Really? You kid, don't lie to me." Ma Dafu was dubious in his heart.
"Look at what you said, can I deceive you as a doctor? It's a big deal if I don't treat you, there is nothing to lose, right?"
"That's right, I have no money and no status. Others just lie to me, and there is nothing to lie, alas! People, don’t get sick, if you fall ill, you will be over and you will become half-human and half-ghost. Looks like." Ma Dafu became more and more energetic as he spoke, and became more and more boring as he spoke.
He said that with enthusiasm. Zhen Fei listened boringly. Everyone wanted to live healthy and healthy, but people who eat whole grains have different physical fitness and experience. How can they be guaranteed not to be sick? Others have a family inherited medical history and cannot escape the torture of the patient for a lifetime.
After the acupuncture, Ma Dafu walked away lightly.
Zhen Fei just cleaned up the needles, and Zhang Linlin shouted outside: "Wenwen, we have dinner."
"Oh, come right away."
The eating place is in the large canteen, which is filled with doctors and nurses from the hospital. Hu Tiankai also sullenly drank a glass of juice, and Zhen Fei greeted: "Doctor Hu, have you eaten it?"
"Yeah." Hu Tiankai looked up at him and asked, "How about that Ma Dafu? Can it be done?"
"It's okay. I'm not too opposed to acupuncture."
Hearing Zhen Fei's words, Hu Tiankai looked at Zhen Fei with a puzzled look, and muttered, "It shouldn't be like this."
"What shouldn't it?" Zhen Fei asked puzzledly.
Hu Tiankai calmed down and said, "I mean, how can he agree to use acupuncture?"
Only then did Zhen Fei understand what Hu Tiankai meant, and said, "You agreed with what I said about acupuncture and moxibustion. Don't you believe that acupuncture and moxibustion can also cure diseases?"
"Oh, no, I didn't mean that." Hu Tiankai said hurriedly: "You can eat, I'm leaving."
Zhang Linlin looked at Hu Tiankai's back and asked in a low voice: "What does he mean?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Zhen Fei made a helpless gesture and said: "I just don't believe my medical technology, what else can it be?"
"No wonder Dr. Hu suspects, I don't believe you either."
"Then wait and see, I believe in myself." Zhen Fei squeezed his fist after sitting down.
Zhang Linlin said admiringly: "Yes, I just admire you for this. When the whole world has abandoned me, the snowflakes are no longer pure and white. When my jasmine has withered, I believe that I can change everything."
"Who did you learn this from? After the jasmine fades, can it change?" Zhen Fei did not believe Zhang Linlin's words on the other hand.
"My famous saying." Zhang Linlin giggled: "Every time I feel sad and disappointed, I just cheer myself up like this, and then I feel better."
Zhen Fei went on to say: "There is a poet named Shi Zhi. His poem "Believe in the Future" says this: When the spider web relentlessly seals up my stove, when the ashes sigh the sorrow of poverty, I still Stubbornly flatten the ashes of disappointment and write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future. When my purple grapes turn into the dew of late autumn, when my flowers are nestled in the feelings of others, I still stubbornly use the frosty withered vines, Write on the desolate ground: Believe in the future..."
Zhen Fei went on to say, "Look at you, you can change other people's poetry beyond recognition, and the petals can wither. This is the result of ignorance."
Zhang Linlin smiled and said: "You can recite the poem of Shi Zhi. Do you really admire the poem "Believe in the Future"?"
"You are right. This is my favorite poem. It is top-notch in terms of conception and artistic conception."
"You are so old and decayed. Does anyone like poetry now?" Zhang Linlin stared wide-eyed, feeling Zhen Fei's weird look.
"What you like is a personal hobby. It's not that no one likes poetry, but the quantity has decreased. Poetry is the essence of the condensed national language. Many poems cannot be translated into another language, but they are just barely translated into other languages. , The beauty and profound meaning are also absent, why is this? Because the language characteristics of a nation determine the rhythm and taste of poetry, many people now clamor for patriotism, but they can’t even find the most basic sense of national pride. So, such people are just pseudo-patriotic, not true love."
"Hurry up and eat, you are an angry young man with a lot of principles." Zhang Linlin said with a smile: "However, I like the way you talk, like a person of faith."
In the afternoon, I gave Ma Dafu an acupuncture and moxibustion. Zhen Fei said to Ma Dafu: "Uncle Ma, besides acupuncture, have you ever thought of using Chinese medicine for treatment?"
"Chinese medicine? Dr. Zhen, don't fool me. Chinese medicine doesn't work. You have to rely on western medicine to treat cancer. Western medicine is the symptomatic treatment."
"Then you let me give you acupuncture?" Zhen Fei changed his breath and said, "I want to use acupuncture and Chinese medicine to suppress your cancer cells."
"Dr. Zhen, you are already grateful for helping me relieve the pain, so don't toss my old bones, save it." Ma Dafu doesn't believe in the saying that Chinese medicine can treat cancer. The main reason is that it costs money to take medicine. , He really has no money in his hands.
Zhen Fei has another idea in his heart. He has been thinking about Ma Dafu's cancer. Before today, he didn't know if acupuncture is effective. Seeing Ma Dafu so kindly ask him for acupuncture, Zhen Fei has a new understanding of "Yin Yang Needle".
Always using acupuncture and moxibustion is just a cure for the symptoms, not the root cause. It is not realistic to let Ma Dafu continue to use western medicine. The key is that Ma Dafu has no money, and Zhen Fei has no money to help him. Let Zhen Fei watch Ma Dafu wait to die, starting from the conscience of being a doctor, he didn't allow this in his heart.
Finding another treatment plan is imminent.
Seeing that Zhen Fei stopped talking, Ma Dafu was afraid that she would offend Zhen Fei. If Zhen Fei quits, it will be him who suffers, so he said: "Doctor Zhen, I am a big boss, not very good at talking, and offended. Place, please bear with me."
"It's okay, treating people is a matter between the doctor and the patient. Your statement is correct, but it has limitations. In fact, Chinese medicine can also be effective. After I go back, I will look through the medical book to see if it is targeted. Treatment."
"Dr. Zhen, you are embracing the Buddha's feet temporarily. I am not optimistic about your Chinese medicine treatment." Ma Dafu felt awkward when he thought of making another mouse that would become the subject of Zhen Fei's experiment. If it weren't for Zhen Fei's acupuncture and moxibustion. It has a very good analgesic effect, and he has long refused Zhen Fei's acupuncture treatment. ()