Medical Sovereign

After twenty years of despair, Ye Shulan suddenly saw the dawn, her heart was overwhelmed, and she subconsciously looked at Shen Muyang.

Whether or not that stubborn young man can be invited to act, the biggest key is that bastard Shen Muyang.

Grandma, is it so difficult for you to apologize? She secretly made up her mind to call her husband at dawn and ask him to persuade this little stubborn donkey.

Old Mr. Hu was old and frail, and it took a while to grab the inspection report tremblingly. After comparing it with the color Doppler ultrasound, his whole body trembled with excitement, and an inexplicable brilliance bloomed on his face:

"This... this is the nine ghosts and thirteen needles."

"Mr. Hu, what are you talking about? Is this nine ghosts and thirteen needles?"

The old Chinese doctor Zhang was shocked and asked emotionally.

"That's right. I once saw the trajectory of the Jiuguishen Needle in an ancient medical book. It is very similar to the acupuncture technique used by this young man. I'm 80% sure that this is the Jiuguishen Needle that has long been lost. .”

The old Chinese doctor Hu was inexplicably excited, and said with a trembling voice: "If the nine ghosts and thirteen needles appear in the world, it will be a great fortune for my Chinese medicine doctor. It will benefit the common people and the blessing of life."

"Old Hu, what are these nine ghosts and thirteen needles? What's their origin?"

Director Zhao suddenly felt refreshed. If the nine ghosts and thirteen needles were as miraculous as the old Chinese doctor Hu said, if he could recruit that Ding Ning, wouldn't it add a resume to his political achievements.

"Yes, Mr. Hu, tell us what's going on with the nine ghosts and thirteen needles?"

Dean Zhou's head was not slow to react, and immediately realized that this was a great opportunity. The Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine had long since declined. If Ding Ning could be recruited under the banner of revitalizing Chinese Medicine, Changjiang Hospital would also become famous for it.

Lao Huai, an old doctor of traditional Chinese medicine, was relieved, stroked his beard and said: "Everyone knows that "The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic" was written in the Warring States and Qin and Han Dynasties, and it is the earliest medical work in China. Before, in ancient times, there was a school of medical skills that shocked the world and wept ghosts and gods, such as the legend of Shennong tasting a hundred herbs is the best proof."

"Tch, you also said that Shennong's taste of herbs is just a legend. Who can prove that he ever existed?"

McJohn said disdainfully that although the inspection report shocked him, he thought it was just a coincidence, and he did not believe in Chinese medicine from the bottom of his heart.

Old Chinese doctor Hu was too lazy to pay attention to this hopeless fake foreign devil, and rolled his eyes at him: "It was Director Zhao who asked me and I said, you can go out if you don't want to listen."

"You..." John John was about to retort, but seeing Director Zhao staring at him viciously, he closed his mouth wisely.

The old Chinese doctor Hu finally took advantage of the opportunity to shut up the fake foreign devil, and said with ease, "The nine ghosts and thirteen needles are acupuncture techniques from the same period as Shennong's, and his inventor is Chi You..."

"What? Chi You? Isn't he the enemy of Emperor Yan and Emperor Huang? How could he know medical skills?"

John Mai still interrupted Mr. Hu's words in a ignorant way, arousing Director Zhao's outrage, and said coldly:

"Doctor Mai, have you been abroad for a few years, and you don't even understand the minimum politeness in China's state of etiquette? Don't you know what it means to respect the old and love the young? Don't you know it's impolite to interrupt others? If you don't want to hear it, you can go out."

John Mai was scolded in public, his face was red with embarrassment, if it were someone else, he would definitely roll up his sleeves and yell at him, but he didn't have the courage at all to face Director Zhao.

He could only forcefully smile with a smiling face and said: "Director Zhao, don't be angry, I won't talk anymore, I won't talk anymore."

"Hmph!" Director Zhao snorted coldly with a gloomy face, and when he turned to old Chinese medicine doctor Hu, a springy smile appeared on his face again: "Mr. Hu, continue talking."

The old Chinese doctor Hu stroked his beard, glanced proudly at John Mai and continued: "Everyone knows that Chi You and the Yanhuang Tribe are at war because of disagreements.

But in fact, Chiyou and Shennong are related. "Road History Chiyou Biography" says: "The surname Chiyou Jiang is the descendant of Emperor Yan." Many people think that Shennong is Emperor Yan, but it is not the case. Emperor Yan and Chiyou are both Developed from the Shennong clan, it belongs to the alliance of the agricultural ministries. The Yandi tribe is a direct descendant of the Shennong clan. It was named "Yandi" because of its ancestor Shennong's achievements in inventing Leisi. , Emperor Yan and Shennong actually belonged to two different historical stages. "

Everyone listened with gusto, as if they were listening to myths and legends, and even McJohn was elated.

"Chi You is the leader of the Jiuli tribe. He is good at controlling ghosts and gods and exorcising evil spirits. He is the leader of the witch tribe. It is said that the witch doctor and Miao Gu technique in the Miaojiang area of ​​our country and the head-down technique in Nanyang are handed down by Chi You. These nine ghosts The thirteen needles were also created by Chi You to control ghosts and exorcise demons, and they have the miraculous effect of killing people against the sky, but unfortunately because Chi You was defeated and died in the end, the nine ghosts and thirteen needles were lost because of this."

The old Chinese doctor Hu shook his head and said with emotion: "Since ancient times, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. History books are written by the winner. To put it bluntly, Chi You was defeated in the tribal dispute. Is he good or bad? It’s not just letting the Yanhuang tribe propagate. After all, Emperor Yan and Chi You were fighting for the position of the chief of the Shennong clan before, but they were defeated by Chi You. In the end, he led his supporters to unite with the Huangdi tribe to defeat Chi You. Naturally, Emperor Yan would not It is good to publicize Chi You as an enemy. There is another saying in ancient medical books that the nine ghosts and thirteen needles were actually passed on to Chi You by Shennong. After all, strictly speaking, both Emperor Yan and Chi You are descendants of Shennong, but the truth has long been known. Annihilation cannot be found in the long river of history, and our descendants can only speculate based on a few words recorded in ancient books, but from all aspects of research, the nine ghosts and thirteen needles did exist, and Chi You used the nine ghosts and thirteen needles to let him go. Only when the fighters under his command exhibited super strength can they defeat Emperor Yan in the early stage."

"That's right, I've also seen the introduction of the nine ghosts and thirteen needles in ancient medical books, saying that this acupuncture method has the magical effect of changing the world and changing fate. I always thought it was a legend, but I didn't expect it to really exist. "

The old Chinese doctor Zhang nodded and confirmed that the nine ghosts and thirteen needles were indeed recorded in ancient books.

Now everyone is not calm, especially those who study Chinese medicine. Such ingenious acupuncture techniques are now in the world, which is a great boon for the declining Chinese medicine.

But for someone like John McKenna who advocates Western medicine, this is not good news, but with Director Zhao watching over him, he dared not throw cold water on him, lest Director Zhao think about it.

But Ye Shulan's mother thought more, if Ding Ning really understood the nine ghosts and thirteen needles, wouldn't Shen Muqing's illness be cured?

Director Song of the Cardiothoracic Department of Renhe Hospital asked weakly: "Mr. Hu, if that young man's acupuncture technique is really nine ghosts and thirteen needles, why doesn't he just cure the patient completely?"

"Hehe, Director Song doesn't know something. Traditional Chinese medicine is no better than Western medicine. Chinese medicine emphasizes gradual progress and accumulation of experience. The older you get, the deeper your skills will be. Nine ghosts and thirteen needles are against the sky. You say a young man in his early twenties can master it again. How hot is it? The doctor is benevolent, if he can fully grasp the nine ghosts and thirteen needles now, he will not only give seven needles to stabilize the patient's condition. I guess these seven needles are already his current limit, and he wants to completely cure the patient. For a good patient, I am afraid he still needs to continue to use the eighth or even ninth injection."

The old Chinese doctor Hu stroked his chin beard and explained with a smile: "According to President Zhou, the young man named Ding Ning saved the patient for his righteousness. It can be seen that he is a young man with medical ethics, such a young man with noble morals, How could you not do your best to treat patients?"

"That's right. I once asked this young man, and he told me that he is not yet capable of curing my daughter, so I think Mr. Hu's speculation is quite correct."

Ye Shulan interrupted suddenly, confirming Mr. Hu's guess.

Old doctor Zhang and old doctor Hu looked at each other, showing surprise: "Madam, have you seen that young man?"

"Yes, I've seen it before." Ye Shulan looked at them in surprise.

The old Chinese doctor Hu said with some embarrassment: "Well, can you recommend it for us?"

"Recommendation? You also want to seek medical treatment from him?" Ye Shulan became more and more strange.

"No, we...we want to worship him as a teacher." Mr. Zhang said with an unnatural expression, rubbing his hands together.

"A teacher? You want to worship him as a teacher. You are the masters in the field of Chinese medicine?" Ye Shulan was stunned, unable to understand their thoughts.

The faces of the two well-known old Chinese doctors turned red, and old Chinese doctor Hu said frankly:

"There is no priority in learning, and a master is a teacher. Although he is young, his medical skills are better than ours. What is there to be ashamed of us worshiping him as a teacher? Besides, Chinese medicine is declining now. If we want to revitalize Chinese medicine, we have to put it down , as long as Chinese medicine can be revived, so what if we kowtow to him."

"Yes, Chinese medicine is a treasure left to us by our ancestors, but we have only learned the superficial knowledge of our ancestors. Not only have we failed to develop Chinese medicine, but it has declined day by day. It is a shame. Every time I think of this, My heart hurts, even if I die, I won't have the face to go down to see my ancestors."

The old doctor Zhang said sadly.

The sincerity of the two old Chinese medicine practitioners moved everyone, even McJohn was shocked by it. What kind of charm does Chinese medicine have that made these two leading figures in the field of Chinese medicine feel ashamed?

Ye Shulan was in a dilemma, she was too embarrassed to refuse the kindness of the two old Chinese doctors, but Ding Ning, that stubborn and weird little guy, would he take it out on himself because of his recommendation?

If he was unwilling to treat his daughter because of this, wouldn't he be shooting himself in the foot?

Immediately smiled wryly: "You two old men, it's not that I don't help, but that I dare not agree without asking for his consent. How about this, after I see him, I will check his tone. You communicate, and I will inform you again, do you take care of it?"

Mr. Hu and Mr. Zhang also knew that it would be too abrupt to meet directly, so they immediately took out their business cards and handed them to Ye Shulan, saying earnestly:

"Then please trouble Ms. Ye. If there is any news, please let us know immediately."

"sure!"

Ye Shulan took the business card dumbfounded, secretly cursing in her heart, this Ding Ning, my old lady has turned into an errand messenger among you.

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On the twelfth floor of the inpatient department, Li Wensheng woke up leisurely, and found himself lying in the cold corridor, his mind went blank. How could I sleep here?

It wasn't until he recalled the previous scene that his face changed drastically, he got up trembling all over, carefully looked around, and didn't find the murderous ghost, so he bravely turned on the corridor light.

The whole floor was brightly lit, which reassured Li Wensheng a little. He quickly slipped to the nurse's duty room, and shouted in a low voice at the door: "Wang Juan, Wang Juan..."