Mr. Song was lying on the hospital bed, looking good, but external instruments showed abnormal fluctuations in his body.
Two Western doctors immediately injected him with relief injections. Zhu Tong and Zhou Lian each took one of Mr. Song's hands and checked his pulse.
"I want to drink water." Mr. Song began to show symptoms of a stroke. His eyes were blurred and his lips were trembling as he asked for water.
No one paid attention to him. Two Western doctors were replenishing his water. Zhou Lian took out two golden needles and inserted them into Mr. Song's neck. The acupuncture points on his elbows were lightly vibrated.
Zhu Tong could only feel that Mr. Song's pulse was disordered, sometimes rapid and sometimes weak, and he didn't know how to start.
Mr. Song's symptoms became more and more serious. He fell into a coma and began to lose sensation on the right side of his body.
The room was in a mess, and Wang Xiangjian stood in front of the bed, looking serious and slightly uneasy.
It was at this moment that Zhu Tongcai had to use his true energy to probe in and feel the blood clot in Mr. Song's brain. He had only come into contact with similar patients from medical records. Western medicine aside, he was simply a layman;
From the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine alone, he had no professional way to slow down the progression of the disease.
The atmosphere in the ward became increasingly tense. Wang Juefei came with doctors from Ocean Hospital to participate in the rescue of Mr. Song.
Zhu Tong didn't want to get in the way, so he simply hid outside the reception room. In the eyes of the little liar, Mr. Song's life and death had nothing to do with him, and he had no intention of contributing at all.
"Xiao Xiao is back, so the chief had to come forward in advance." It was Huang Hai's voice. Zhu Tong turned his head and smiled, then returned his attention to Mr. Song. At this time, he was a doctor, so he had to pretend to be nervous even if he was pretending.
appearance.
But his mind was spinning rapidly: Xiao Xiao is back? It should be good news, but why is Wang Xiangjian so nervous? He was forced to come forward to show off with Mr. Song in advance. This is not a good excuse, at least the little liar doesn't believe it.
Mr. Song's condition continued to worsen. He vomited profusely, became incontinent, had muscle spasms, and discharged light red urine.
The director of the cardiovascular department of Ocean Hospital stood next to Zhu Tong, took off his mask, and put a beaker of urine in front of his nose. Zhu Tong felt him tremble and immediately put on the mask.
"Dr. Li, what's wrong?" Zhu Tong asked in a low voice. The director of the department of Ocean Hospital is either an old expert or a doctor. This Dr. Li is a disciple of Wang Juefei, so he and Zhu Tong are considered brothers.
Dr. Li put his mouth to Zhu Tong's ear and said in a very low voice: "He may have been plotted, and there may be diuretics in his urine."
Zhu Tong understood that the matter was so important that he did not dare to say a word. Diuretics, especially powerful diuretics, are life-threatening for patients with cerebral thrombosis. This is a trick that little liars have taken recently to cope with errands.
common sense.
However, Mr. Song is under strict surveillance. Who can have the ability to put diuretics into Mr. Song's body in full view of the public?
There are many people worthy of suspicion, from the pharmacy to the nurses to everyone in this high-end ward. If Mr. Song died in the hospital bed like this, even if the old guy committed suicide, a large-scale review would be launched.
It is inevitable that your identity will be exposed, right?
Thinking of this, Zhu Tong whispered in Dr. Li's ear: "Brother, don't talk nonsense."
Dr. Li was not a fool, and of course he knew that this patient was not a trivial matter. Before he could think of how to answer, he saw Director Li rushing to Mr. Song's bedside, holding two black needles in his hand.
Mr. Song is close to a state of shock, and various physiological indicators have plummeted. Although the doctors, including Zhou Lian, are still nervously rescuing him, their expressions are becoming more and more solemn.
Wang Xiangjie even asked the operating room to prepare, and if the condition did not improve within a few minutes, he would perform a craniotomy.
"I'll give it a try. If I can't save him within five minutes, I'll do the surgery." Zhu Tong inserted two black needles into Mr. Song's temples.
Wang Juefei thought it was too risky. At this stage, every minute was precious. The two outside experts felt it was ridiculous and bluntly said that Director Li was wasting time and making fun of the patient's life.
"After the craniotomy, how sure are you that you can save him? Even if you save his life, what are the chances of getting him to speak?" Wang Xiangjian spoke.
No one answered. There are too many experts here, and everyone has their own judgment. But no one dares to stand up and guarantee the craniotomy under the current circumstances; the location of the blood clot is too dangerous.
"Dr. Li, how sure are you?" Wang Xiangjian asked Zhu Tong again.
"70%, I'm 70% sure of rescuing him." Zhu Tong gritted his teeth, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. He ignored other people's nonsense and was spending all his energy rescuing Mr. Song.
Wang Xiangjian nodded: "I'll give you five minutes. Dean Wang will prepare for the operation as a precaution."
Zhou Lian also came up, took out a purple jade bottle, and poured some red powder into Mr. Song's mouth.
Silks of black mist were sent into the dragon star. Zhu Tong twisted the dragon's head, and the cold light followed the meridians from the temples into the acupuncture points around the thrombus. The cold Qi cooled the blood, and the expanded thrombus slowly returned to normal, and the blood vessel walls relaxed.
Open it, and the blood begins to flow under the relief of the true energy.
Zhu Tong and Zhou Lian looked at each other, and the most dangerous stage was over.
But the danger still exists. Short-term cerebral ischemia can cause loss of consciousness. Zhu Tong must find a way to wake the patient up.
Zhu Tong has always had a doubt about Longfengxinghao: Yin and Yang are reversed.
According to common sense, dragon belongs to Qian and represents masculinity; Phoenix belongs to Yin and is represented by Kun. But this pair of dragon and phoenix needles are completely opposite. Zhu Tong's true energy is turned into cold by the dragon star and turned into warm by the phoenix star.
If you believe the story of the old man and the crystal on the black needle is the Buddha's relic, then it proves that the senior master who made the dragon and phoenix stars set the crystal upside down. However, Zhu Tong never believed in the myth about the Buddha's relic.
I don’t think senior experts would not understand the characteristics of the two crystal stones.
Then, the only explanation can only be that the spar is to suppress black needles, and the so-called dragon and phoenix shapes are to remind the acupuncturist; the anode is yin, and the cathode is yang. The dragon and phoenix stars are not just for acupuncture, they are
This is a pair of weapons that can only be used with special mental skills.
With Zhu Tong's current cultivation level, he is still unable to fully utilize the true magical power of Long Feng Xing Hao, but Mr. Song's current temperature remains high and he needs to cool down quickly, and Long Xing Hao can just complete this task.
Although the phoenix star was inserted into Mr. Song's right temple, Zhu Tong did not activate it at all. At this time, he tentatively sent a little hot air into Mr. Song's brain, slowly unblocking the congested meridians in his brain, and drained a
The acupuncture points are connected in series.
Zhou Lian used acupuncture and massage to relieve Mr. Song's heart and lung function. The two Chinese doctors completely ignored the diagnosis of Western medicine and used acupuncture to regulate the patient's internal circulation.
Five minutes had passed without anyone disturbing the two traditional Chinese medicine doctors. The instruments outside showed that Mr. Song's physiological indicators were returning to normal; there was no need for any more dangerous craniotomy.
The upper and lower loops were connected, and Old Song said "**" and slowly opened his eyes.
Zhu Tong and Zhou Lian stopped at the same time, looked at each other and smiled, having a rough understanding of each other's background. Zhou Lian was also a master, and the health-preserving skills he practiced were at a very high level.
Zhu Tong thought that without the help of dragons and phoenixes, he would be a little worse than Zhou Lian.
Half an hour later, there were only five people left in the ward; Zhu Tong and Zhou Lian were on both sides of the hospital bed, ready to rescue Mr. Song. Wang Xiangjian sat opposite Mr. Song, and Yu Yu was on the side responsible for recording. A camera was set up in the corner of the room, and the entire process was recorded.
Record everything that happens here.
"Mr. Song, do you know what happened just now?"
Mr. Song shook his head, with helplessness on his ruddy face: "I know what you want. Although you saved me, the answer still disappoints you. Xiang Jian, I have paid so much for the country over the years, and I have become sick from exhaustion;
Even if there are some mistakes, they are also small flaws. You should know how difficult it is for those of us who do specific work. There are so many relationships holding you back, and everyone is doing many things. This is a matter of the system. You can't do this to me."
"It's not me who's doing this to you, it's the people and history who want to test you." Wang Xiangzhen tilted his head slightly; "Everyone sees what you did to Shanghai, but that's what you should do in those positions. It's the country and
The people choose you because they believe in you. Mr. Song, do you know Dou Xian?"
"Dou Xian? Who is he? Which department is he from?" Mr. Song raised his eyes in confusion.
"Dou Xian has passed away for more than two thousand years. He was a general of the Western Han Dynasty and made great contributions to the country. However, history has very little evaluation of Dou Xian. "Book of the Later Han Dynasty" writes: Wei Qing and Huo Qubing fought for many years.
In order to expel the Xiongnu, most of the national power was expended, but it could only temporarily suppress the Xiongnu's southern invasion. Dou Xian only relied on tens of thousands of cavalry to contact various ministries in the Western Regions and sent troops thousands of miles away. He defeated the main force of the Xiongnu in the Altai Mountains and killed nearly 10,000 enemies in one battle.
The unparalleled Xiongnu Khanate has since been destroyed, completely eliminating the scourge of the Xiongnu that lasted for more than 300 years. However, why did such a famous general not receive the lofty glory and people's recognition like Wei Qing and Huo Qubing?
Respect, almost forgotten in history?”
"Why? Dou Xian, I've never heard of Xiang Jian..."
"Song Lao, Dou Xian's achievements are undoubtedly unparalleled, but none of them can offset his domineering and sinful actions. It is the long history of our nation that uses laws and morals to restrict his achievements. Mr. Song, you were once my
I respect you very much, senior, you have just walked between life and death, and you should have different feelings about many things. I have a book here. You have two days, you can calm down and read it. Use people as a mirror and history as a guide.
Only through the mirror can we recognize ourselves clearly and know what to leave to future generations."
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Wang Xiangjian handed Mr. Song a book with a yellowish cover and vertical layout; it was a foreign publication from this country.
"Wait a minute." Mr. Song saw Wang Xiang frame about to stand up and leaned over to do so; "I know how to read books, Xiang frame. I rarely trust others in my life, but I believe in you."
Zhu Tong saw Wang Xiangjian and Song Lao looking at each other, neither of them speaking.
Two minutes passed before Wang Xiangjie said: "I will treat Song Zhongren well. His problem can be said to be between law and morality, and it can be light or serious. Mr. Song, your son has no ambitions and likes to have fun. He should be said to be a blessing."
It's not a disaster. Fortunately, he is still young and smart. When things come to an end, I will arrange for him to go to school, endure hardships for a few years, and take care of him. But the money must be recovered. It is the wealth of the country and the people.
.Are you satisfied with this arrangement?"
Mr. Song put his body back on the cushion and nodded: "I want to see him."
"Yes, but only at the right time."
Wang Xiangjie left, and Zhu Tong seemed to understand but not understand. It was so profound, the way these people negotiated terms was too implicit.