Chapter 135

Song QingHan Leng Leng Leng, nodded: "I hear clearly, who do you want me to treat?"

He thought about it and added, "my medical skills are not good. Maybe I can't see what disease he has."

There was a twinkle of displeasure in Xian's eyes, but he still waved and asked a man to come out and put him on the hospital bed.

Song QingHan rolled up his sleeves and turned over the eyelids of the man. He pressed down all the way along the top of his head. When he pressed to his stomach, he stopped and immediately continued to press. After pressing the man's whole body, he thought about it, got out of his way, and said to the original Xuan, "you can take the pulse."

Xuan's experience in surgery is not much, but in pulse, it is not little. After all, when he was in the Spring Festival Hall of the state capital, he had been able to completely replace the doctors in the hospital and take the initiative to help people to consult.

The shopkeeper, with his hands in his hand, was amused by the sight of Mr. Xian's sweeping eyes. He stood up with his hands in a hurry, showing a serious expression.

In fact, he didn't think it was interesting. It was song QingHan's performance that he was too strange. At first, he didn't even touch his pulse. He felt the whole body of the man all over. The patient was a female man, so it's reasonable to say that if he was a man, it would be somewhat undesirable.

What's more, even if he didn't, he even let his apprentice do it. This is to show that his medical skill is so superb that he doesn't need to use pulse?

Yuan Wenxuan didn't seem to be disturbed by the surrounding environment. After half a column of incense, he put down his hand, tidied up his things, turned his head, and solemnly said to song QingHan: "master, his pulse is heavy. It should be caused by stomach heat."

After hearing the original Xuan's words, old Xian raised his eyelids and flashed an inexplicable emotion in his eyes, which seemed to be an admiration and a pity.

Song QingHan nodded and calmly said, "he has a lump in his stomach, but there is no food accumulation in his intestines. It can be seen that the lump is caused by gastric lesions, not by eating."

"Preliminary judgment, gastric cancer tendency."

The original text Xuan in the heart is surprised, also brought out on the face, surprised way: "cancer? Isn't that an incurable disease? "

Song QingHan sighed, shook his head and said: "it's not incurable. It's just that the conditions here are insufficient. It's difficult to cure them."

As soon as he said this, Mr. Xian didn't say anything. The shopkeeper began to laugh, with a hint of pride in his voice. He affirmed: "this little brother, although there are hundreds of hospitals in the capital, if I say that the conditions are the second, no one dares to say the first. Therefore, if huichuntang can't cure him, he has no way to go."

When the shopkeeper spoke, the man just woke up. After retching, he said weakly: "please, help me. I haven't eaten normally for a long time. Even if I die, let me be a dead ghost..."

with that, he turned his head and began to vomit on the ground. However, no matter how he vomited, he could only vomit yellow bile It can be seen from a glance that what he said just now is not a fake. He has not eaten for a long time.

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Seeing this, Xuan couldn't bear to see it. He pulled song's cold clothes and asked in a low voice, "master, can't you try it?"

He didn't know why. Subconsciously, he felt that his master must have a solution. Even the legendary cancer, even in the knowledge provided by song QingHan, was one of the most difficult diseases.

Hearing what they said, Mr. Xian raised his eyelids and said in a deep voice, "how about it? Do you have a way to save him? As long as you can save him, I will take you as a teacher and apprentice myself. You don't need to do anything. You can learn whatever you want. All the secrets of the Spring Festival Hall are open to you. "

It is such a routine, song QingHan frowned and did not speak.

He didn't mind being looked down upon by others, but the act of rashly handing the patient over to a stranger and even putting the right of life and death into the other party's hands made him feel uncomfortable.

Although it is said that "a dead horse should be a living horse doctor", but it is also a little too much of the patient's life as a child.

Seeing that song QingHan didn't speak, the shopkeeper didn't open his mouth. Anyway, he didn't believe that song QingHan could cure this man, so he didn't have to worry about whether his words were too much.

After a long time, when old Xian thought that song QingHan could not speak, he suddenly said, "I can try, but if I cure him, huichuntang will provide me with a suitable doctor. This doctor should not only have excellent medical skills, but also be obedient."

He thought that he could not learn anything when he went to learn from others. He might as well take the initiative to help others seek medical advice and see how to combine traditional Chinese and Western medicine to play a greater role.

After hearing his words, Mr. Xian was stunned and immediately laughed. He flashed a chill in his eyes and said decisively, "yes, as long as you can cure this person, you can choose the doctors in the rejuvenation hall!"

He didn't care what song QingHan wanted the doctor to do, but the shopkeeper had to. He asked with a bitter smile, "what does this little brother want me to do? I can't help you to bask in herbs. Can I take pulse or something? What's more, how long will it take? If I don't speak clearly now, I can't send a doctor to you for nothingSeeing that when he was thinking about things, he also calculated the possibility of winning. Song QingHan gave a faint smile and said definitely: "it's not for free. He still belongs to your Rejuvenation hall. Only when I need to, can we go to the clinic with me for a period of one year."

After a year's hesitation, the shopkeeper showed his impatience, worried that he would say something unreliable, and quickly agreed, "OK, that's how it's decided. I can explain it to them then."

Xian did not seem to care at all. He turned around directly and left the door with a sentence "he will give it to you".

The shopkeeper didn't stay any more. He only left a little boy to fight with him and left with him.

Seeing this, the patient with gastric cancer looked pitifully at Song QingHan and said weakly, "doctor, can I really help you? All the doctors in the rejuvenation hall have helped me to see them all over the place. None of them said that I could save them. "

Song QingHan didn't like to say too much, but he didn't want to hurt the patient's heart, so he said: "as long as you cooperate with me in the treatment, there is a great possibility of cure."

After hearing his words, the patient's eyes brightened, as if he had heard some sacred music. He bent down his head happily and said respectfully, "thank you, doctor. I will certainly cooperate well. I will do whatever you ask me to do. I will never go west, and I will never face north in the guide line."

He probably had not spoken so excitedly for a long time. As soon as his voice dropped, he turned his head and continued to vomit.

Song Han began to discuss the details of the operation.

When the shopkeeper passed by, he heard that song QingHan asked yuanxuan's opinions from time to time, and could not help shaking his head.

The master was too incompetent for his job. He didn't understand it. Instead, he asked his apprentice. Who is his apprentice?

Song QingHan had no idea. When song QingHan asked questions, he would answer them. Seeing his own opinions, song QingHan adopted them, while others did not, he would ask why. The two masters and apprentices have come back and forth in this way, which is much more effective than the unilateral teaching in the past.

Because the initial judgment, the patient's stomach inflammation is more severe, song QingHan decided to let him recuperate for a few days, and then start the operation after the inflammation goes down. In fact, there is nothing to say about this operation. It's nothing more than cutting off the patient's diseased tissue. First, there is no precise measuring instrument here. Second, there is no blood bag and other materials for standby. Therefore, once it comes out during the operation With a little mistake, the patient can't get up again.

After the discussion, they made a preliminary plan. They told the boy Haosheng to take care of the patient. After clearing the inflammation of the stomach and intestines according to the method they gave, they went to the direction of the new yard with Wu Dahu.

As soon as they got to the door, they saw a familiar face. Song QingHan's heart thumped and frowned: "Wang huailing?"

Obviously, Wang huailing also saw them and raised his eyebrows. His tone was inexplicable: "how did you come here? Oh, I didn't expect to chase you so far for him. It's a pity that he has already abandoned you for the sake of glory and wealth

When he said the last sentence, he felt quite gnashing his teeth, as if he had said it to himself.

Song QingHan had some doubts, but he still understood his meaning. He laughed and shook his head: "are you talking about Lin Dafu? What am I after him for? I have a good life with tiger. I don't have the mind to go over the old accounts again. If you want to hurt us, I'm afraid it won't be so easy. "

Although he said that, he was still a little confused. According to the truth, Wang huailing didn't hate him so much, did he? Even when they came to Beijing, they found the door. It was more terrifying than a stalker.

Wang huaizero did not speak, Wang Chaoren did not know where to jump out, a surprised look at several humanity: "you know each other? Oh, yes! You used to be in the same place, right? I'm huailing's cousin. I'm a family with you

Before he finished speaking, song QingHan laughed and calmly said, "I'm afraid you've made a mistake. It's not a good friendship between us and your cousin."

Wang Chaoren was stunned. He carefully looked at the expressions on both sides. His face was su. He clasped his fist and said, "if my cousin has any offence in the past, I still hope that the two Haihan will be good at discipline him in the future. Huailing, go back to copy the Scriptures, and you can't come out until you have 100 copies!"

Wang huailing's face flashed a touch of dissatisfaction, but also know that he is now under the fence, there is no right to resist, glared at Song QingHan and left unhappily.