Lu Wanting asked Xue Yimeng: "Where are you going to treat my son? If you want to use the operating room of the People's Hospital, I will go and tell the hospital."

Xue Yimeng looked back at Mr. Pang, and the old Chinese medicine doctor nodded silently.

So Xue Yimeng said: "If you don't need an operating room, you can do it here."

Zhao Long was unhappy again and said: "There must be a limit to joking. This is a rehabilitation ward. There are no instruments. What should we do if something happens during the treatment?"

Mr. Pang smiled and said: "Mr. Zhao, Chinese medicine is different from Western medicine. It does not require huge medical equipment or sharp scalpels. All it requires is just a few needles."

As he said this, Mr. Pang showed off the silver needle used for acupuncture, which looked very serious.

Xue Yimeng said: "The only condition is to ensure absolute silence in the ward. The teacher must not make any noise when using the needle."

Lu Wanting said: "Don't worry about this. This ward is a single-entry room with excellent sound insulation. Aaron's brothers are all guarding outside, so it is impossible for outsiders to disturb it."

"Then there is no problem." Xue Yimeng looked at Mr. Pang, "Teacher, let us start."

"Um!"

Mr. Pang agreed, went to Zhao Hu's hospital bed, and pulled out the oxygen tube inserted in Zhao Hu's nostril.

Zhao Long was shocked and said: "What are you doing!?"

Pang Lao said: "Don't worry, you won't die!"

After saying that, he and Xue Yimeng pushed Zhao Hu up from the bed and sat up, but Zhao Hu's whole body lost strength. Wherever he could sit up, his whole body went soft again before he could sit up.

Mr. Pang said to Zhao Long: "Hey, come and help me too!"

So Zhao Long also came to help, and with the help of three powers, he made Zhao Hu's body sit firmly on the hospital bed and assumed a cross-legged meditation posture.

Hu Jia had also taken out the thick manuscript paper and spread it on a table. Lu Wanting had good eyesight, and she could see clearly what was written on the manuscript paper. All she could see were mathematical equations and symbols densely written.

, and the coordinate axes... No matter how much Lu Wanting thought about it, she could never figure out what was written on these manuscript papers.

As a mother, Lu Wanting was also a little worried, but then she thought about it, this boy was sincere in what he said, unlike the kind of person who would make fun of his own life. My son already looks like that, so why should he bother to do this?

Nosy?

So Lu Wanting chose to believe that Xue Yimeng would not stop what he was doing, at least until the results came out!

But Zhao Long's character was different from his wife's. When he saw Hu Jia laying some things on the table that had nothing to do with medicine, he said angrily: "What are you doing? Are you doing arithmetic problems? I, Zhao Long, am a tiger.

Luo Pingyang, but I won’t be teased by you like this!!”

As he said that, Zhao Long picked up a piece of paper full of formulas and wanted to tear it up.

Hu Jia immediately stopped him and said, "Stop it! Do you know how valuable these manuscript papers are?"

Zhao Long's eyes turned red and he said: "It's so expensive! - Math homework for middle school students!"

"stop!!"

Zhao Long was about to get angry, but Lu Wanting shouted loudly to stop him.

"Wife, they are making fun of my son, I..."

Zhao Long's voice was filled with tears, but Lu Wanting didn't care about it and said: "Don't worry about using it, don't worry about it. Why have you grown so big in vain? Why don't you put the paper away quickly and don't throw it in front of others?"

Although Zhao Long, the coal boss, is famous outside, at home, he is an out-and-out "rascal". He usually listens to his wife and does not dare to make mistakes.

In today's situation, it seems that his wife supports Xue Yimeng. No matter how much Zhao Long wants to lose his temper, he has to wait until Xue Yimeng's treatment is over... "I'll go out and have a cigarette!"

Zhao Long said bitterly and walked towards the door. He was about to open the door when he turned back.

"Let me know if my son is awake or dead..."

With that said, Zhao Long opened the door silently and left the rehabilitation ward.

When the younger brothers saw the boss coming out, they all asked: "Boss, how is the situation inside? Why is that kid still in there?"

Zhao Long said sternly: "Stay here obediently and don't let anyone in!"

While teaching his younger brother a lesson, Zhao Long closed the door firmly and lit a cigarette. However, he found that the cigarette had no flavor no matter how much he smoked it, so he threw the cigarette on the ground.

In the ward, Mr. Pang joked: "Mrs. Zhao, you did a good job. If your husband is still noisy in the ward, I really don't know how to inject your son."

Lu Wanting sighed and said: "My husband is good at everything, but he is easily irritable. This time, because of his son's affairs, he was also very angry... By the way, doctor, since I am here, can I ask if there is anything I can do?

Helped?"

Pang Lao said: "I will use the needle later. When I use the needle, I am most afraid that your son's body will suddenly fall down, so please trouble Mrs. Zhao to keep watch, just in case."

Lu Wanting had a good idea. If this is the case, then no matter how effective acupuncture is, all efforts will be in vain!

Hu Jiadao: "Let me help too!"

So Hu Jia and Lu Wanting guarded Zhao Hu's left side and Zhao Hu's right side. Zhao Hu was still sitting cross-legged, with his palms facing up, but his head hung heavily downward, almost to his stomach.

Up.

Pang Lao, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, said to Xue Yimeng: "Then, let's get started!"

Xue Yimeng nodded, and Mr. Pang began to stroke the back of Zhao Hu's head. In order to prevent Zhao Hu's body from losing balance, Hu Jia and Lu Wanting held him firmly.

After Mr. Pang carefully stroked Zhao Hu's head for ten minutes, Mr. Pang came to Xue Yimeng and began to communicate with Xue Yimeng.

"The location of this meridian is probably a little to the right. At this place, there is congestion and aggregation. Here, the flow of Qi is chaotic and reversed. Here, there is also congestion and aggregation..."

Since Pang Lao pointed to the drawing of the standard body model to communicate with Xue Yimeng, Lu Wanting couldn't understand it at all, while Hu Jia could understand something, but without looking at the picture, she didn't know what it was.

Location.

Xue Yimeng listened carefully to Mr. Pang's description, found a piece of white paper, and carefully recorded what the old Chinese doctor said.

It didn't take long for Mr. Pang to finish his story, and the rest was Xue Yimeng's job!

Xue Yimeng began to calculate on the manuscript paper again. Since the standard in-body model he constructed was based on himself as a template, Zhao Hu's head structure was slightly different from his. The first thing Xue Yimeng had to do was to substitute the deviation value into the formula.

, and then obtain Zhao Hu’s accurate parameters.

"Deviation value...1.142..."

It took Xue Yimeng about five minutes to get this deviation value. This was because he calculated quickly. If he had done it differently, he might not have known how long it would have taken.

Then, the chaotic flow of qi and blood on Zhao Hu's head was described one by one with vector equations, and the meridians blocked by congestion were also calibrated with equations one by one, and the positions of the congestion and agglomeration were used on the three-dimensional coordinate axis.

Point to indicate.

This process took Xue Yimeng ten minutes.

Seeing Xue Yimeng writing furiously on the paper, Lu Wanting couldn't believe that he was treating a disease and rescuing him. He kept supporting Zhao Hu so hard that her hands became a little soft.

Mr. Pang said: "Mrs. Zhao, just support him instead of pushing him hard. Your son will not fall down like this. You can relax a little."

Under Pang Lao's suggestion, Lu Wanting also relaxed her mood, and Hu Jia on the other side also reduced the strength of his hands.

Xue Yimeng wrote down a dozen important equations on paper and calibrated dozens of important points!

Immediately afterwards, comes the most crucial step, which is to calculate the specific treatment equation for Zhao Hu's actual situation!

Since Xue Yimeng's clinical treatment of traditional Chinese medicine is only at the theoretical stage, this process needs to be completed by Mr. Pang, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and him.

Xue Yimeng described the calculated treatment equation to Mr. Pang in easy-to-understand words. After listening to it, Mr. Pang put forward opinions on Xue Yimeng's treatment equation based on actual experience. Xue Yimeng then improved the equation based on the opinions put forward by Mr. Pang.

, fine-tune some parameters to achieve foolproof results.

This process is very complicated. The old man and the young man have been thinking about it on the manuscript paper for more than half an hour, but the treatment equation has not come out yet... Hu Jia is a little anxious. With Xue Yimeng's cleverness, if there is no result after such a long time, he must have encountered something.

Got a problem.

"Auntie, you stay here and watch, I'll go over there."

Hu Jia said something to Lu Wanting, then came to the side of Xue Yimeng and Pang Lao, and immediately joined the discussion.

Although Hu Jia's mathematics level is not as good as that of Xue Yimeng, and her medical level is not as good as Pang's traditional Chinese medicine doctor, she is indeed Xue Yimeng's only assistant. She has constructed several parts of the standard body model with her own hands.

So when Hu Jia got involved, the situation went much smoother than before!

As the saying goes, three cobblers are better than Zhuge Liang, and these three are not "cobblers", but theoretical experts.

The difficult language problem has been solved!

Lu Wanting could not help much, she could only watch the three of them discuss in silence. At this time, all the hatred for Xue Yimeng in her heart had disappeared, leaving only endless expectations... After another ten minutes, Zhao Hu's current situation was

The treatment equation was finally released. Xue Yimeng looked at the series of formulas on the paper and said to Mr. Pang: "Teacher, what do you think?"

In discussions with Xue Yimeng and Hu Jia, Mr. Pang has become completely familiar with the construction process of the entire treatment equation. Although this equation is not foolproof, it is definitely necessary to try!

"I think it works. Without further ado, let me start the injection!"

Xue Yimeng said: "Teacher, when you are about to die, please be careful when administering the needle. Although the equation is constructed without any flaws, Zhao Hu's cure rate still does not reach 100%. If there is a deviation during the treatment process, please

Tell me immediately and I will modify the equation!"
Chapter completed!