The ward is very big and there are many people in it.
Except for Han Guo Song, the third eldest son of the Han family, who just came in, all the children of the Han family were present.
Mr. Han Jianzhang was lying on the hospital bed in a coma.
Beside the hospital bed was an old doctor with gray hair who was treating Han Jianzhang.
Han Hansong heard the movement behind him, turned around and saw Lin Hai coming in. He immediately frowned and asked displeasedly: "Who let them in?"
"Third uncle, I asked brother Lin Hai to come in. He saved grandpa once today in Tianhai Tower. I think he will probably save grandpa a second time." Han Zijie said.
Han Guofei said: "Third brother, this is also Zijie's intention."
Han Guosong's face softened slightly and he patted Han Zijie on the shoulder, "Good boy, grandpa's love for you is not in vain!"
Then he said to Lin Hai: "For you, this should be a very rare learning opportunity. I hope you can cherish the opportunity and don't talk nonsense, otherwise I will have you kicked out!"
After finishing speaking, Han Guosong turned around again and continued to focus on Mr. Han on the hospital bed and the doctor next to the hospital bed.
Guo Guofei introduced to Lin Hai: "My father is being diagnosed and treated now by Master Chen Mingjiang, a famous miracle doctor in Tianhai. He used to be often invited to Beijing to help people treat illnesses, and his medical skills are second to none in the country. You are lucky today, just in time to catch up with Chen Mingjiang.
Master Ming Jiang helped my father with acupuncture treatment. I believe it will benefit you a lot. But you can only look but not talk, let alone ask questions, otherwise no one can protect you. In fact, even if you can only learn a little bit today,
It will be of endless use to you, I hope you won’t waste this opportunity.”
Lin Hai nodded, "Okay, I understand."
Lin Hai didn't care about the suspicions of Han Guo Fei, Han Guo Song and others, and didn't bother to argue because it was meaningless.
He just thought Han Zijie was a good guy, so he was invited to come over and help. Since the Han family rejected his kindness, then forget it.
What he is paying attention to now is Master Chen Mingjiang. This is the first time he has met a real master of traditional Chinese medicine, and he wants to see how he performs acupuncture treatment.
A few minutes later, Master Chen Mingjiang completed the inspection work before acupuncture, then immediately reached out to pick up the silver needle and began to treat Mr. Han Jianzhang.
After a few injections, Lin Hai started to laugh and cry.
This is because Master Chen Mingjiang actually used the "golden bell cover", but judging from the acupuncture technique, there are obvious traces of imitation, almost copying his acupuncture technique exactly.
Master Chen obviously did not know the Qi-moving technique of the "Golden Bell Mask", so the "Golden Bell Mask" he used was specious and the effect was naturally greatly reduced.
But even so, the pirated golden bell still worked, and all the physiological indicators of Han Jianzhang were stabilized.
All the doctors and nurses in the ward, as well as everyone in the Han family, all looked happy.
"Master Chen's action is indeed extraordinary!"
A middle-aged man said happily that he was Han Jianzhang's eldest son and Han Zijie's father, Han Guowei.
Master Chen Mingjiang shook his head, took the towel handed by his assistant, wiped his sweat and sighed: "The acupuncture technique I just used is called 'Golden Bell', but it is not a real Golden Bell. The real one."
The golden bell "can at least buy us a day, but the acupuncture technique I just used can only buy us an hour."
Han Guowei frowned and said, "Master Chen, why is this?"
"The real golden bell has been lost for a long time and has not been seen again for many years. But some time ago, a young doctor used the golden bell, and it was a real golden bell! I got this set of acupuncture methods after many searches.
Unfortunately, I have never had the opportunity to meet that young doctor, so my acupuncture method only has its form but not its spirit, and the effect is greatly reduced." Master Chen Mingjiang sighed.
Lin Hai nodded slightly. Master Chen did not hide that he had learned the golden bell secretly and was an honest man.
Han Guowei frowned and asked: "Master Chen, what should we do now? Should we send someone to find this young doctor immediately?"
Chen Mingjiang shook his head, "It's too late. We only have one hour now. If we can't find him within an hour, Mr. Han's condition will get out of control again. No matter who comes by then, they won't be able to cure Mr. Han."
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"Then do you have any other options?"
Chen Mingjiang pondered for a moment, "There is indeed a way. There is an acupuncture technique called 'Nine-Story Pagoda', which has miraculous effects on brain diseases. Moreover, according to medical records, the Nine-Story Pagoda has cured many patients like Mr. Han, and the therapeutic effect is very good."
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Han Guowei hurriedly asked: "Master Chen, do you know how to 'nine-story pagoda'?"
"Yes!" Chen Mingjiang smiled bitterly, "But I only know the first eight levels, and I only know half of the acupuncture techniques on the ninth level."
"What should we do?" Han Guowei asked with a frown.
Chen Mingjiang said: "In fact, even if there is no ninth floor, the first eight floors should be enough. I have been practicing medicine for decades and have encountered countless patients with brain diseases. Except for a few incurable diseases, the eight-story tower
It's enough to deal with it, so I think I can give it a try. Apart from that, I can't think of any other way to cure Mr. Han."
Han Guowei is the actual helmsman of the Han family now, and he has extraordinary decisiveness.
After asking about the pros and cons of using an eight-story tower, Han Guowei immediately made a decision.
"Master Chen, please continue to help my father with his treatment. Don't worry, no matter what the result is, our Han family will be grateful to you!"
Chen Mingjiang no longer hesitated. After taking a short rest, he immediately picked up the silver needle and continued acupuncture.
Compared with the golden bell jar, the nine-story pagoda is much more complicated and requires much longer acupuncture time.
Half an hour later, Chen Mingjiang completed the six-story tower.
At this time, there was a lot of sweat on his forehead, and he frequently needed help from his assistant to wipe away the sweat.
After another twenty minutes, Master Chen Mingjiang finally completed the eight-story tower.
At this time, sweat was pouring from his forehead like rain, and there were obvious water marks where he stood, all caused by the accumulation of sweat dripping from his body.
Compared with just now, Master Chen's face looked much pale and haggard, and his legs were trembling, as if he might fall down at any time.
But the old man Han Jianzhang still showed no reaction in the hospital bed.
At this point, there are less than ten minutes left in the hour.
After Master Chen Mingjiang hesitated for a moment, he picked up the silver needle again.
Although he was covered in sweat and his legs were trembling, his hand holding the needle was steady.
One stitch, two stitches, three stitches...
Gradually, each injection took longer and longer, and it took him a full two minutes to complete the third injection.
Master Chen Mingjiang picked up the fourth silver needle.
But this time, the silver needle in his hand seemed to be heavier than Mount Tai. Not only the hand holding the needle began to tremble, but his whole body also began to tremble.
Because the nine-story pagoda consumes a lot of physical and mental energy, it is very rare for Master Chen Mingjiang to persist until now.
His physical strength and energy were almost exhausted and he was at the end of his strength.
But you must not stop at this time, because it is very likely that the next shot will witness a miracle.
But what puzzles everyone is that the silver needle in Chen Mingjiang's hand has not yet fallen.
Time passed quickly, and three minutes passed in the blink of an eye.
The silver needle in Chen Mingjiang's hand still did not fall.
Because Chen Mingjiang himself didn't know where this needle was going to fall.
His research on the nine-story pagoda ended here.
But if he gives up now, all his previous efforts will be wasted, and Mr. Han will completely lose the chance to be saved.
Therefore, there was a voice in his heart that kept echoing.
Take a gamble!
But which acupuncture point should you bet on?
At this moment, a voice suddenly came into his ears.
"Into the eyebrows, punch three points, twist to the left."