"Dr. Xia, what's wrong?" Looking at Dr. Xia's expression, Zhang Dianzheng suddenly became anxious.

Originally, he was just lucky with Zhuang Zhong, thinking that if Zhuang Zhong could cure Zhang Xiaohu, he would just take it. But now when Dr. Xia came, Zhang Dianzheng's mentality changed again, and he began to regret why he agreed in the first place.

Did Zhuang Zheng treat him?

This time, Zhuang Zhong must have worsened Xiaohu's condition, which is why Dr. Xia was so shocked. Damn, it was all his own fault. Zhang Dianzheng's intestines turned green with regret, and the look he looked at Zhuang Zhong became less friendly.

But Zhuang Zhong didn't seem to notice it at all, and even showed a cute smile to Zhang Dianzheng.

You're trying to sell your sister's cuteness! If Xiaohu can't get better, there's no point in trying to be cute! Zhang Dianzheng slandered.

"Weird, too strange, this is impossible!" Dr. Xia ignored Zhang Dianzheng and kept talking.

This can't help but make Zhang Dianzheng even more anxious. If it weren't for Dr. Xia's expert status, Zhang Dianzheng would have slapped him in the face. You can't speak clearly!

"Are you sure what you showed me was the patient's brain CT photo? Not someone else's?" Dr. Xia asked the nurse beside him suspiciously.

The nurse nodded: "Sure. This is my responsibility and there will be no mistake."

"That's so strange..." Doctor Xia couldn't help but be even more shocked after hearing this.

"Dr. Xia, what happened to my son...?" Zhang Dianzheng finally couldn't help himself and asked again.

"Oh, don't worry. Your son's condition has not worsened. On the contrary, there have been some unexpected changes. Logically speaking, this situation is impossible. In the case of large-scale intracranial hemorrhage, the patient

He should fall into a severe coma, and various physical data will also decrease accordingly. But I just saw your son's data reflection, and it is almost the same as that of ordinary people. This is really contrary to common sense, so I am a little rude, sorry." Dr. Xia explained.

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"What? You mean, Xiaohu is fine?" Zhang Dianzheng asked in disbelief, his voice even trembling.

A generation of heroes licked their calves with deep affection, but they could no longer maintain their usual composure when facing their sons.

"If there is no error in the instrument, it should be like this." Dr. Xia replied seriously. "But before that, I have to do a manual inspection to confirm."

"Okay, okay, Dr. Xia, do it quickly." Zhang Dianzheng said hurriedly.

Dr. Xia nodded, then picked up the stethoscope and flashlight and began to examine Zhang Xiaohu.

A few minutes later, the look of shock on Dr. Xia's face became even more obvious.

"A miracle, simply a miracle! The instrument shows nothing wrong, and the patient's condition has improved greatly! Nurse, quickly turn on the brain scanner, I want to see the condition of his brain!" Dr. Xia ordered.

The nurse immediately went to prepare the scanner and pointed it at Zhang Xiaohu's head.

After a while, an image will appear on the scanner's display screen.

Zhang Dianzheng couldn't understand it, but Dr. Xia could understand it.

"There's only such a little congestion? How is it possible? It's inconsistent with the previous scan photos. Did you already perform surgery on Zhang Xiaohu before I came here?" Dr. Xia asked suspiciously.

However, he did not think that all this was caused by Zhuang Zang. How could a charlatan who was not even a doctor have the ability to cure such a complicated condition? Zhang Xiaohu's bleeding area was very large, even if he operated on it,

There is less than 50% certainty. As for solemnity? Not even one ten thousandth! Doctor Xia naturally has reason to ignore him.

"Surgery? No, we have been waiting for your arrival. Except..." As he said that, Zhang Dianzheng looked at Zhuang Zhong.

Could it be Zhuang Zhong? Zhuang Zhong really cured Xiao Hu? Zhang Dianzheng’s eyes became eager. Except for Zhuang Zhong, no one else had ever come into contact with Zhang Xiaohu. If someone really cured Xiao Hu, it could only be Zhuang Zheng!

The people at Guoan are indeed all-rounders, and even their medical skills are among the best in the country! Awesome!

Zhang Dianzheng also lost his sense of moral integrity and completely forgot his previous thought of looking down on solemnity.

"Except for what?" Dr. Xia couldn't help but ask when he saw Zhang Dianzheng saying half a sentence.

"Except...him." Zhang Dianzheng hesitated and pointed at Zhuang Zhong.

"He? Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could a liar complete such a difficult operation? I absolutely don't believe it." Dr. Xia looked at Zhuang Zheng first, and then shook his head violently.

"Haha, surgery? Does such a minor disease require surgery? You underestimate the Chinese medical skills!" Faced with Dr. Xia's contempt, Zhuang Zhong immediately jumped out and retorted.

"Look at Zhang Xiaohu's head. Are there any signs of surgery? What kind of brain expert is he? His IQ is simply worrying!"

He was solemnly sarcastic and spared no effort. One sentence made Dr. Xia's face turn red.

Then Dr. Xia walked up to Zhang Xiaohu and observed Zhang Xiaohu's head. The expression on his face immediately became wonderful.

Indeed, there is no trace of any craniotomy on Zhang Xiaohu’s forehead. In other words, as Zhuang Zheng said, Zhang Xiaohu did not perform any surgery at all!

Incredible, incredible! Dr. Xia looked at Zhang Xiaohu dumbfounded and murmured to himself.

Immediately, he looked at Zhuang Zheng with piercing eyes: "Tell me, how did you do it? I apologize for my previous rudeness, please forgive me."

This Doctor Xia was not unscrupulous, but arrogant. Now faced with the solemn miracle, he immediately apologized outright.

At this point, Zhuang Zhong felt embarrassed. He had boasted about the Chinese medical skills he used before. If he really wanted to explain it to Dr. Xia, he still had to think of a good reason.

By the way, Chinese acupuncture is so awesome that even foreigners marvel at it. Why not just talk about acupuncture? But other people’s acupuncture techniques have names. What should I call mine?

Avalokitesvara sitting on a lotus? An old tree with entwined roots?

Ah, bah, it’s all the same! Forget it, let’s call it Tai Chi Nian. He solemnly and casually named his unfounded acupuncture technique after a move in Chinese martial arts.

"Haha, it's okay to tell you. In fact, I use Chinese acupuncture." Hehe solemnly and pretended to say to Dr. Xia.

"Acupuncture? It shouldn't be. Ordinary acupuncture will definitely not achieve this effect. You must be using a lost acupuncture technique! Can I ask the name of that acupuncture technique?" Dr. Xia asked piously.

"Okay. This acupuncture technique is passed down from my family and is called Tai Chi Twisting."

"Tai Chi twist, Tai Chi twist..." Dr. Xia took it seriously and repeated it twice, a little crazy.

Later, this technically geeky doctor actually read through a vast amount of information and found out about an acupuncture technique called Tai Chi Twisting. But what puzzled him was that this set of Tai Chi Twisting did not seem to be as miraculous as the one Zhuang Zheng used at that time.

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"Okay, there is still some congestion left in Zhang Xiaohu's skull. My acupuncture technique requires Qi to control the needles, which just cost me a lot of energy. I'll ask Dr. Xia to clean up the remaining congestion. Thank you." Zhuang Zheng

He said politely.

When Dr. Xia heard Zhuang Zhong say "control the needle with Qi", his eyes couldn't help but brighten even more. He hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No problem, Mr. Zhuang is polite."

Then, like an obedient little nurse, the arrogant Dr. Xia began to carry out the final treatment of Zhang Xiaohu.

Zhuang Zhong and Zhang Dianzheng walked out of the operating room together.

"I didn't expect that you really saved Xiaohu. Thank you." Zhang Dianzheng said to Zhuang Zhong as soon as he walked out of the ward.

"Don't be so polite, you know what I want." He glanced at Zhang Dianzheng solemnly and said disapprovingly.

"Okay, I will do what I promised you. However, if you want to find the person behind the scenes, you must have a clue. How should I check?"

"When I was treating Xiaohu, I found that he had been hit on the temple area. It was this secondary injury that caused Xiaohu to become unconscious and his condition worsened. I suspected that someone entered the ward and harmed Xiaohu. The force of the attack was very strong.

Old Taoist, the other party is obviously a kung fu master." He said solemnly.

Zhuang Zheng's words caught Zhang Dianzheng's attention. When Dr. Xia treated him before, he also said that Zhang Xiaohu's condition worsened due to secondary injuries.

If both doctors say this, there must be something wrong.

Besides him, the only people who had come into contact with Zhang Xiaohu before were the nurses and doctors from Qingzhou Municipal Hospital.

But it is impossible for nurses and doctors to have the courage to attack Zhang Xiaohu, and they do not have such good skills.

Kung Fu master... thinking of this word, a person's face suddenly appeared in Zhang Dianzheng's mind.

Could it be him?!
Chapter completed!