The woman looked Qin Changsheng up and down, feeling hesitant and suspicious.
But she looked at the number she had drawn and saw that there were more than twenty patients lined up in front of her, and she didn't know when they would have to wait.
Just when the woman was struggling, the old man raised his hand tremblingly, pointed at Qin Changsheng, and weakly said: "Let him press, press."
The woman gritted her teeth and nodded to Qin Changsheng: "Then I'll leave it to you!"
Qin Changsheng nodded, came behind the old man, stretched out his hands and pressed them on his back, shoulders and neck. Using his clairvoyance eyes, he could clearly see the old man's deformed cervical vertebrae. He gently stroked it with his hands to help the old man relax.
Relax your nerves and bones, then use both hands to break it!
Click!
There was a crisp sound that made the woman's eyes almost pop out of her head, and she exclaimed: "I told you to slow down! Dad, are you okay?"
The movement here had already attracted many people, and everyone was shocked when they saw Qin Changsheng almost breaking the old man's neck.
But then, the old man, who had his head hanging down just now and was half dead, suddenly sat up straight and became energetic.
"Hey, I'm fine, I'm fine!"
He touched his neck excitedly, moved back and forth, stood up directly, looked at Qin Changsheng, and said with surprise and joy: "Young man, you are really a miracle doctor! I have had this cervical vertebra problem for many years.
, I didn’t expect you to give it to me right away!”
Qin Changsheng smiled lightly and said: "The old man is overly praised. This is just the most common massage and bone setting in traditional Chinese medicine. It is nothing."
"Dad, you're so good? I haven't seen you look so strong in years!"
The middle-aged woman looked at the old man up and down and shed tears of surprise. She was really crying with joy.
"Okay, okay, now I feel like I was in my forties or fifties. I feel much more comfortable and I don't need to go to the hospital at all."
The woman said: "We don't need to treat him in the emergency department, but I think we should take a film to see if he can rest assured!"
"That's fine." The old man nodded, then turned to look at Qin Changsheng, urging his daughter to thank Qin Changsheng, but Qin Changsheng waved his hand and refused: "Old man, you can go and make a movie, it's just a simple task.
"
The father and daughter thanked him profusely, then turned and left.
At this time, many patients and family members had noticed Qin Changsheng. Some patients were quite fond of him and seemed to want Qin Changsheng to show them.
Qin Changsheng turned to look at a young man with a broken arm and asked, "Do you want me to take a look at it?"
Before the boy could speak, the accompanying father nodded in surprise and said, "Thank you very much. Please show my son. He was playing basketball today and accidentally fell to the ground and broke his arm."
Qin Changsheng came to the young man, looked at the other man's deformed arm, and reached out to grab the young man's hand.
"Hiss...it hurts!"
The young man took a deep breath and burst into tears from the pain.
"Be patient!"
A trace of distress flashed across the father's face, but he spoke in a majestic tone.
Qin Changsheng did not rush to set the boy's bones, but asked the boy with a smile: "How are your basketball skills? How many points can you score in a game?"
The young man loves basketball and his attention was immediately attracted. He said: "You are asking this question in layman's terms. Basketball is a collective economic sport. Each player has a different division of labor on the court. I play the guard position and am mainly responsible for organizing offense."
, passing the ball to other teammates cannot simply be measured by scoring."
Qin Changsheng asked with a smile: "Really? Then you must have a lot of assists?"
"Of course..." The young man was beaming with joy, forgetting the pain, and planned to talk.
At this moment, Qin Changsheng looked at the right time, grabbed the young man's arm with both hands, and twisted and pulled!
Click!
There was a soft sound, and the young man's arm was already straightened to its original position.
The young man was choked back half of his words. He first looked at his arm blankly, then raised his head and looked blankly at Qin Changsheng.
"Does it hurt?"
Qin Changsheng asked with a smile.
"It only hurts for a moment, like a needle pricking it. It won't hurt before I react." The boy replied.
"Try some activities." Qin Changsheng said.
The boy tried to move his arm, and said with surprise and joy: "Okay, okay, Dad, my arm is healed!"
The middle-aged man was also surprised and happy, and said with admiration: "This young gentleman is indeed a miracle doctor! Why don't you thank this miracle doctor quickly!"
The young man looked at Qin Changsheng with admiration and said sincerely: "Thank you, Brother Miracle Doctor, you are so amazing!"
The people around him were all shocked by Qin Changsheng's medical skills at this moment. They were talking and exclaiming. Even the busy nurses in the distance also noticed this.
The middle-aged man took out his wallet from his pocket, took out all the thick layer of cash, handed it to Qin Changsheng and said: "Little brother, this is all the cash I have, don't be too little."
Qin Changsheng pushed the middle-aged money back and said, "Put the money away, I'm not here to make money today."
"Brother Miracle Doctor, can you treat my girlfriend?"
Seeing Qin Changsheng's superb medical skills, a man couldn't help but ran to Qin Changsheng for help.
Qin Changsheng asked: "Where is your girlfriend?"
The man pointed at the woman sitting in a wheelchair not far away. It was the beautiful girl whose instep was scratched by some blunt object, her skin and flesh were flying, and her muscles and bones were exposed.
"This little brother is obviously an expert in massage and bone-setting and a Chinese medicine practitioner. It's inappropriate for you to ask him to treat your girlfriend's skin and flesh injuries. Your girlfriend's injuries need to be sutured by Western medicine."
Someone next to me couldn't help but said.
The man was startled for a moment, then said bitterly: "Isn't it possible?"
Qin Changsheng said: "It's okay, I can treat her."
With that said, he came to the girl and squatted down.
At this time, almost everyone in the hall looked over with their necks stiffened.
At the door, Shen Xiaoling and several middle-aged men and women also walked in at this time.
"Hey, isn't that Qin Changsheng? What is he doing?" Shen Xiaoling suddenly saw Qin Changsheng who was attracting attention.
"Is he Qin Changsheng? Has he started treating people?"
An old man in his sixties with white hair smiled slightly and said: "Don't say anything, let's go and take a look."
After that, he, Shen Xiaoling and others came behind Qin Changsheng and watched silently.
"What kind of cut did you get on your foot?"
Qin Changsheng looked at the wound on the woman's instep, raised his head and asked.
With tears on her face, the woman replied in a slightly hoarse voice: "It was cut by an iron cabinet falling down."
"Well, this needs to be disinfected first."
As Qin Changsheng spoke, he found an acupuncture box from the backpack he carried with him, took out a silver needle, picked it up with his finger, and was about to insert the needle into the wound on the woman's instep.
"Aren't you just joking?"
A middle-aged woman who followed Shen Xiaoling saw this and suddenly said: "You need to use special disinfectant for disinfection. What's wrong with you using a silver needle? Are you using a needle to pick out viruses?"
"And the patient's wound is so big. When treating her, you must wash your hands and wear gloves, and all the instruments must be non-toxic. Are your hands clean and the needle clean?"
