"Can the patient wake up in a while?" Zeng Zisai asked in disbelief.

"Zhitao, what's going on with the patient? Can you tell me?" Li Guangke asked. He had just taken the pulse for the patient and felt that the patient's condition was a bit bad, but it was not a very serious one. It might be that there was something wrong with the patient himself.

Qiu Yuan next to him was excited when he heard Mo Zhitao say such a big talk. "Mo Zhitao, did you really wake the patient up? If so, you can try it. If the patient does not wake up, then you will be responsible. Hahaha."

"Expert Qiu, who is he? Will he treat the disease?" The patient's family looked at Mo Zhitao half-believingly. If an old man like Li Guangke was treating his father, he could still discuss it. But he would not believe it if he was a young man like Mo Zhitao.

"He said he is very powerful. You can wake up. You can try it. If he cures your father, you can settle the score with him." Qiu Yuan said to the assistant behind him: "Go and tell others and ask them to come and see who are from the Chinese Medicine College to show their skills to cure diseases. We must also study hard."

The assistant followed Qiu Yuan for so long, how could he not know what Qiu Yuan was thinking? Qiu Yuan wanted to see Mo Zhitao make a fool of himself. So he ran out and called someone over. After a while, there were many doctors standing inside and outside the ward. They wanted to see what happened to the patient who had been lying on the hospital bed? Who was so powerful to wake him up.

Li Guangke saw more and more people coming, and he was worried. It would be fine if Mo Zhitao could wake up the patient, but if he couldn't wake up, the problem would be big, and their Chinese Medicine College would be embarrassing again.

"Zhitao, look at how it is now." Li Guangke said worriedly.

"Teacher, this patient may have a ill disease. He fantasized in his mind that he was very serious, that he was about to die and that he could not survive." Mo Zhitao said in a low voice.

"Is this a disease?" Li Guangke patted his head. Yes, why didn't he think of it? If the patient does not really pretend to be sick, it is mentally ill. The patient forces himself to be sick. This situation is called a medical disease.

However, Li Guangke was worried again, "Zhitao, this disease cannot be saved in a short while. You said just now that the patient can wake up in a while, are you a little too hasty?"

"Haha, teacher, don't worry, I'm sure." Mo Zhitao smiled. He was very busy and would go to Wenhua and Guangxi Province to settle the score tomorrow. He couldn't stay here forever.

"Is that true? Mo Zhitao, you are so capable, just do it." Qiu Yuan sneered, "If you can't cure the patient, are you responsible?"

Li Guangke hurriedly said, "School Qiu, everyone has seen this patient. You have not improved for a week of treatment. Now let us see that there should be no problem. Why do you ask us to be responsible?"

Li Guangke is not easy to bully. You have been cured for a week. Now, we will be responsible for the treatment after a while. Then you doctors who have been cured for a week are even more responsible.

"Haha, this patient is cured by people from your Chinese Medicine College, of course you are responsible. We are just taking over the treatment now, just keeping a humanitarian spirit. Otherwise, you can take the person away for treatment, I won't care." Qiu Yuan saw that the people coming were almost the same, and he could ridicule Li Guangke and the others, so he started to laugh at him.

The patient's family listened to Qiu Yuan's words. When he saw Qiu Yuan say this, he immediately said, "I listen to expert Qiu, and he will do whatever he says."

Mo Zhitao looked at the patient's family and said, "He has not cured your father for a week. Do you just trust him so much? Why don't you treat me?"

"I don't believe you." The patient's family said angrily.

"Hmph, Director Mo, he doesn't want you to treat him, so don't worry about him." Min Xiaoyan behind said angrily.

Mo Zhitao shook his head and said, "The doctor's parents' hearts are actually his father is sick. Even if he doesn't understand me, I will treat the patient."

"Yeah," Min Xiaoyan heard Mo Zhitao say this, and she couldn't help but lower her head. It seemed that her realm was worse than Mo Zhitao. When she first studied medicine, there was a sentence in the textbook. The doctor's parents' hearts must regard the patient as their own family in order to be meticulous.

Mo Zhitao said to the patient's family: "Believe me, I will wake up your father in a while."

"I won't believe you, I just listen to Expert Qiu." The patient's family shook his head.

Mo Zhitao turned his head and looked at Qiu Yuan and said, "Expert Qiu, don't you dare to let me treat patients?"

"That's your business, I don't care." Qiu Yuan shook his head. At first he wanted to make Mo Zhitao look ugly, but now Mo Zhitao said so surely, he was a little worried that Mo Zhitao would really cure the patient.

"Then I won't let you treat my father." The patient's family shook his head and rejected Mo Zhitao's kindness.

"If something happens, I will be responsible, right?" Mo Zhitao said.

The patient's family said, "This is what you said, everyone help me listen. If he can't wake up my father, I will take responsibility for him." Anyway, my father has been in a coma for several days, so the patient's family is also willing to do so.

Mo Zhitao walked towards the patient with the disinfected silver needle, and Li Guangke followed closely behind him. He wanted to see what method Mo Zhitao used to treat the patient's illness.

Mo Zhitao stabbed the patient's pain point with a silver needle, and Li Guangke's face showed a look of surprise. He used pain to awaken the patient's illness, someone had done this. But the patient was so old that the pain point was pierced, and the pain was very strong, so he was afraid that the patient would die like this.

"Ah," he immediately screamed and seemed to have woken up after the patient was given an injection by Mo Zhitao.

"You are dead," Mo Zhitao said as he quickly pulled out the silver needle.

"Ah, I'm dead. I haven't told my son where my money is hidden?" The patient suddenly sat up from the bed when he heard Mo Zhitao's words.

When the patient's family saw his father sitting up, he hurriedly shouted: "Dad, are you awake?"

"Huh? Why are you dead?" The old man looked at his son strangely. "Where is this? Why is the Hall of King Yama a bit like a hospital?" The old man was very weak. He wanted to rub his eyes with his hands, but found that he couldn't lift his hands up.

"Dad, you are not dead, you are still alive, this is the hospital." The patient's family comforted.

The patient said strangely: "Why didn't I die? I seemed to hear someone say I'm dead. Ah, I feel so painful." The patient screamed again. The pain hole Mo Zhitao had pierced just now was unusual, and he remembered that he was in great pain.

Mo Zhitao said, "You let me give it a few more needles for your father." After saying that, the silver needle in Mo Zhitao's hand took action again. This time, it was not a silver needle, but a few.

When the silver needles fell on the patient's body, he stopped crying out the pain, but looked at Mo Zhitao quietly.

Mo Zhitao held the patient and lay gently on the bed, "Don't worry, I can cure you. Do you feel a little warm in your body? It's very comfortable?"

"Yes, I feel much better now." The patient nodded.

"That's good. You have to have confidence in me. I'm very powerful. Close your eyes." Mo Zhitao said softly.

At first, the patient's family was a little worried that Mo Zhitao would cure his father. Now, when he heard his father say that he felt much more comfortable, he did not stop Mo Zhitao.

Half an hour later, Mo Zhitao took out the silver needle and then said, "The patient is not a big problem. I will prescribe a prescription for him, seven doses, and after taking it, I will ask Teacher Li to come for a follow-up visit."

"Doctor, my father is really fine?" The patient's family asked Mo Zhitao in disbelief.

"Well, you can come and check him. You can also ask your father if he feels much more comfortable." Mo Zhitao said. "But because he was in a coma for seven days, you ask the doctor to give him some nutritional injections and eat some porridge."

Seeing that his father's expression had improved a lot, the patient's family secretly felt relieved.

"Is that all right? It's such a fantasy. Come and have a good examination for the patient." Qiu Yuan didn't believe Mo Zhitao was so powerful, so he called some doctors to do a simple examination for the patient.

"Principal Qiu, the patient's blood pressure, heart rate and body temperature are all normal." After the examination, the doctor reported to Qiu Yuan strangely.

"That's fine?" Qiu Yuan didn't believe it. "Send him to Ding's room to take a picture, and the blood needs to be checked."

When he was checking the rounds just now, he found that the patient's body temperature was still there. Why did he return to normal all of a sudden? If he hadn't been watching from the side, he would have thought Mo Zhitao had used some magic tricks?

Just by using a few silver needles to cure the patient? The more Qiu Yuan thinks, the more impossible it is.

Now, the patient's family was excited, "Doctor, you are so awesome, thank you for waking my father."

"You're welcome, you believe that our Chinese medicine doctors are not quack doctors now?" Mo Zhitao said with a smile.

"No, you are not." The patient's family said, looking at Zeng Zisai over there. Zeng Zisai's face turned slightly red, but he was also very happy. Now that the patient has woken up, he doesn't have to worry. For the sake of this patient, he hasn't closed his eyes much these days.

Mo Zhitao said: "That's good, please let someone go to the traditional Chinese medicine room to get medicine."

"Well, I'll go now," the patient's family ran out with the prescription. Another patient's family accompanied the patient to have an examination. When the examination was released, Qiu Yuan had nothing to say. A series of examination reports all showed that the patient had healed a lot.

"Hmph, you can send the patient to the Chinese medicine department, no need to stay here." Qiu Yuan left angrily.

Li Guangke was not polite either. He asked people from the Chinese medicine department to come over and sent the patient to the Chinese medicine department.

On the way to go, Min Xiaoyan asked Mo Zhitao: "Director Mo, can you tell me about this medical record?"

"This medical record is also very simple." Mo Zhitao smiled. "The patient has a conjecture and is now misdiagnosed. He is very scared and imagines that he is about to die. Therefore, the patient is also in a fake coma. No matter what medication he uses, he has been repelling in his heart and will not have much effect."
Chapter completed!