Compared to Zhao Wuji, who had only been through the past two years, "Iron Blood Yang" has few people who are worthy of being famous in the hospital. The man quickly completed the registration procedures for Xia Yunshen. After the procedures were completed, Yang Zhenjun took a large pile of documents and threw them into Xia Yunshen's arms, and then dragged Xia Yunshen to the elevator.

Xia Yunshen, who had not recovered from the joy of losing and regaining, was confused by this series of situations. Uncle Master's temper has always been bad, and he couldn't ask directly, so he had to turn around and ask.

Xia Yunshen plucked up his courage and asked: "Uncle Master, we have to have not seen each other for four or five years..."

"Ah, yes, you were a little bit late when you went to the viewing room last time." Yang Zhenjun finally had a smile on his face, but his national face looked even more ugly than when he was serious.

"So, how did you recognize me?" Xia Yunshen thought to himself, just pick up someone and register him. If I came later, I wouldn't be able to enter the hospital.

Yang Zhenjun turned his head, gently pulled a flower under his left hand, gathered a ball of true energy to cover Xia Yunshen's head, and stopped for a while and said, "Why have you practiced for so long but still haven't broken through the Taiqing Realm?"

Those who practice Taoism can quickly identify whether there are any fellow Taoists within a radius of a few kilometers through Taoism. It seems that this uncle is not too reckless. Xia Yunshen smiled and said, "I have no talent in Taoism, but uncle, your Ruyi Orchid Palm has been diligent again. If you took a photo just now, I would have died long ago."

"Okay, you, you just didn't spend time practicing Taoism, thinking about overturning the case for your family, and studying your medical skills all day long. But I heard from my junior brother that you have learned Xuezhai's mind, isn't it true?" Yang Zhenjun first exposed his lack of talent lies, and then began to inquire about Xia Yunshen's medical skills. It seems that there are indeed difficult patients upstairs waiting for diagnosis.

Having said nothing, Xia Yunshen simply started to read Yang Zhenjun's heart. He said slowly: "I don't know if this kid is OK. Anyway, I will never believe that those children are food poisoning. If they don't work, I will do it myself."

Seeing his nephew easily say what he said in his heart, Yang Zhenjun was not surprised at all. Xuezhai's mind-mindedness is a skill that only Xia Yunshen's physique can practice. At first, he could only enhance his hearing and vision. If he practiced more deeply, he could observe the other person's physical condition through his meridians and body shape. When he was successful, he was now the mind-reading technique and even the perspective of his eyes.

"Good boy, since you can see through my thoughts, you should know what happened." Yang Zhenjun was straight to the point. For him, the patient's safety was more than anything else, and he should not say much nonsense at this time.

In the morning, a large-scale food poisoning broke out in the city's No. 1 Primary School. Children in the third grade both had vomited and diarrhea to varying degrees, and in severe cases, they even started to have bloody stools.

After consultation, the hospital initially judged that it was food poisoning. After the drug drip, the children who had already relieved the condition had developed drug allergies. The condition worsened again. It was urgent to determine what toxin was. The barrier set up by the door felt the fluctuations of Taoism. Yang Zhenjun went downstairs to take over Xia Yunshen, who was being embarrassed by the staff.

The elevator soon reached the eighth floor. Before he could reach the door of the pediatric conference room, Xia Yunshen heard the discussion inside. When he opened the door, an old man in a white coat was standing in front of the multimedia and talking about the importance of this crisis.

"Old Yang, is this the expert you invited? He probably doesn't look thirty years old." After looking at Xia Yunshen, the old man said with a little doubt.

"That's right, I know this person. Didn't you pretend to be our doctor on the plane before and practice medicine without a license?" Zhao Wuji, who was sitting on the side, looked contemptuous. Seeing that Yang Zhenjun was leading Xia Yunshen, he knew that he had been relieved of the siege, so he simply attacked with this old stubborn man.

Yang Zhenjun did not return to his seat, but stood firmly at the door and said, "When should I practice medicine, it depends on my age. Lao Qin, you have a deep qualification. Do you make the effort to massage? Do you stand up when you are in a major operation? Don't look down on young people."

"Okay," the old man took out a tissue and wiped his hands and said, "Tell me what you think, comrade."

"I have learned that patients cannot be food poisoning. There are no small stoves in the primary school cafeteria, and they are all big pots of rice. One grade goes to eat together, why are patients in only two classes? Moreover, the first primary school is a noble primary school, and there will definitely be parents who make bento for their children themselves, and the food they eat is different. How can we judge that food poisoning is? "

When in the elevator, Xia Yunshen had already analyzed the problem based on existing information. He had to see the patient with his own eyes to accurately diagnose it, so he did not dare to draw conclusions on what disease the patient was.

"We all know this. We just want to hear what method do you want to use to treat it?" Zhao Wuji crossed his legs, waiting for the young man to say something strange again and then make a fool of himself in front of his colleagues.

There was no diagnosis, and who dared to talk about the treatment method, this person obviously made things difficult for him. Xia Yun took a deep breath and said, "If the toxin cannot be confirmed, there is no way to treat it by Western medicine. Acupuncture and bloodletting are the best way."

After hearing the last sentence, the old man slowly held his glasses and looked at Xia Yunshen carefully. He always felt that the young man in front of him looked so much like a person, a person who once made him proud and extremely regretful.

"Okay!" The old man was the first to applaud, and stood up while applauding, saying, "Take this little comrade to the ward and let him observe the patient, comrade, these more than 70 little lives, please give it to you."

"Director, this person is not our doctor yet, and he doesn't even have a doctor's qualification certificate. What should I do if the leader of the Health Bureau blames him!" Zhao Wuji was the first to stand up and expressed his objection. He was afraid that someone would start in everything, and the wave of opposition was brought up suddenly.

"That's right, is there no one in our hospital? This is too ridiculous."

"We are a hospital famous for Western medicine. It is said that if we use a traditional Chinese medicine to treat people, how can we still be in the circle?"

The old man threw his eyes on the table in anger, slapped the table heavily and said, "Okay! Who do I listen to? The patient is waiting to help his life, but you have no choice. Why don't you give it a try? If there is a problem, I will take it. It's just decided. If there is any question, you can treat it yourself!"
Chapter completed!