Lin Muye, president of the Affiliated Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, vice president of the Medical University, and deputy director of the Chinese Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
To put it bluntly, if Lin Muye says a word, the entire medical community will tremble.
So now he publicly expressed his support for Zhang Xiaoqiang. All the doctors present were shocked and surprised, especially Director Huang's face was very expressive at the moment. His throat was constantly beating, but he couldn't make any sound.
In the end, it was Xu Deli who acted as the peacemaker in an official tone: "Uh, haha, Dean Lin is certainly qualified to vouch for the junior, but his identity..."
"Call the patient's family. If they agree, then it's no problem." It can be seen that Lin Muye is a resolute person, and he will absolutely carry out the things he is determined to do.
This is in line with the qualities a doctor should have. Otherwise, if you are shaken by someone else's comments about the disease, how can you give medical advice to the patient in the end
Seeing Lin Muye's firm attitude, Xu Deli was also angry.
After all, this is his territory, and it is really embarrassing for him to be so suppressed by others.
Xu Deli even once wondered whether Zhang Xiaoqiang was secretly sent by Lin Muye to cause trouble.
However, if you think about it carefully, it is unlikely. You should know that with Lin Muye's status and level in the medical field, there is no need to go to such trouble to teach anyone a lesson.
In this case... His eyes glanced at Zhang Xiaoqiang again, and the corners of Xu Deli's lips curled up with an imperceptible arc: Humph! If you support this kid so much and he causes trouble later, I wonder how you, a leading figure in the medical field, will still be able to hang out in the industry in the future.
With this in mind, Xu Deli said, "Director Huang, you should have the phone number of the patient's family. According to Dean Lin's wishes, please contact his granddaughter."
"But… "
"let's hit."
He quietly glanced at Director Huang. Director Huang, who was in the same league, immediately understood. He took out his cell phone and quickly answered Su Lengche's call.
"Hello, Miss Su? I am..."
"Bara Bala" carefully confirmed the hospital affairs with Su Lengche. Director Huang repeatedly emphasized the dangers of such practices and the hospital's disclaimer. Then he turned around and handed the phone in his hand to Zhang Xiaoqiang: "Take that. Phone, she’s looking for you.”
After taking the phone, Zhang Xiaoqiang said "hello" uncertainly.
Then I heard the female voice on the other end of the phone whisper: "Xiaoqiang, I have some things to do in other places and I can't get back for the time being. Grandpa's things... please."
"Uh... you heard what Director Huang said just now, don't you be afraid..."
"Don't be afraid! What other people say is other people's business. I only believe what I see. I believe in you, Xiaoqiang. I believe in your medical skills and your character. So, grandpa, I leave it to you."
Hearing this, the blood in Zhang Xiaoqiang's body surged wildly, and he seemed to feel that the small universe was exploding.
This was the first time that someone trusted and praised him so much. At this moment, he felt that he was the immortal little powerful Saint Seiya who was beaten to half death every time he encountered a strong enemy, and then resurrected with full health after Athena summoned him.
Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Zhang Xiaoqiang straightened the microphone and said solemnly: "Don't worry! I will cure your grandfather!"
After saying that, Zhang Xiaoqiang threw the phone to Director Huang, and then handed it over with a stream of consciousness: "Old man, twelve needles in the holy hand!"
"receive!"
In half a second, the familiar feeling came over me again, and then I heard Lin Muye ask: "Young man, can we start?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded: "Okay."
"Okay! Director Huang, please go to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department of your hospital to get the tools for acupuncture."
"Don't bother, I have it right here!" As he spoke, Zhang Xiaoqiang shook one hand, and twelve small silver needles suddenly appeared on his fingertips.
Seeing this, all the doctors present stared with big eyes. Fortunately, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't say "This is the moment to witness the miracle", otherwise it would be like a "close-up magic".
"Hmph! Grandstanding!" Director Huang snorted contemptuously.
Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored him. His eyes were completely fixed on Su Bingkun. Just like the last time he treated the little distinguished guest, the surface of Su Bingkun's body was also shining brightly. Twelve bright spots penetrating the veins clearly guided Zhang Xiaoqiang to where the needle should be placed. .
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a silver needle from his fingertips, adjusted it, and plunged it in decisively.
Pulling, pulling, lifting, twisting, as the first silver needle fell, he followed it with one after another without stopping at all.
In the eyes of others, it is pleasing to the eye and breathtaking.
"This guy is very confident in his acupuncture skills!"
"Well, his confidence comes from his control of acupuncture points. I really didn't expect that he would have such accomplishments at such a young age, and his future life will be formidable!"
The doctors from the Affiliated Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine who were present were talking quietly to themselves.
"But... it seems like this is the first time I've seen him doing needlework? Has any of you seen it before?"
"Hiss, from what you put it, it's true."
"Hmph, I think she is just messing around." The person who spoke was a young female doctor. Although she was not young, judging from the reaction of everyone to his words, she seemed to be authoritative.
Lin Muye stared at Zhang Xiaoqiang intently, and the word "Chuan" on his old forehead became increasingly clear. This leader in the field of traditional Chinese medicine has not made a comment so far, but only watched the young man perform acupuncture with a solemn expression.
Xu Deli saw all these details. At this time, he sneered secretly in his heart: Hum, Lin Muye, Lin Muye, shoot yourself in the foot, I will see how you end up later.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Xiaoqiang had completed eleven stitches in a row. His dark cheeks were covered with sweat. It was obvious that he was very tired, and his right hand that was doing the stitches was trembling slightly.
There is one last shot, hold on! The encouragement from Divine Doctor Hua came through his mind.
If you lose here, you will lose not only Su Bingkun's life, but also the face of the Chinese medicine doctor, and... Su Lengche's trust!
Gritting his teeth, Zhang Xiaoqiang adjusted his breathing, and then without any hesitation, he lifted the needle and stabbed it down steadily.
Finally finished!
Zhang Xiaoqiang was relieved. He had just recovered and turned around when he heard an old voice behind him: "This... these are the twelve needles of the Holy Hand!"
Lin Muye stared closely at the twelve silver needles stuck vertically in Su Bingkun's body. His upright body was trembling slightly and he looked quite excited.
"The Twelve Needles of the Holy Hand!? Old Lin, are you talking about the "Twelve Needles of the Holy Hand" of the miracle doctor Hua Tuo?" An old Chinese doctor in the crowd, who was older than Lin Muye, said in shock.
"It's impossible, master. The Twelve Needles of the Holy Hand have been lost for many years. How can this person learn it at such a young age?" The young female doctor just now questioned on the spot.
Lin Muye did not answer, but turned around and focused on Zhang Xiaoqiang: "Young man, may I ask if the acupuncture method you used just now is the "Twelve Acupuncture Needles" of the miracle doctor Hua?"
"I..." Before he finished speaking, Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes darkened and he fell straight down.
(End of chapter)