C642 Fire God School(1)

Liang Hao did not show any sign of weakness. I am not a woman, how can I be afraid of you looking at me? If you look at me, I will look at you twice, three eyes, four to five eyes. The world was big, and the lives were the greatest. Medicine is a very rigorous thing. It was impossible for Liang Hao to give the patient a diagnosis and think of an excellent treatment method without even seeing the patient's actual situation.

He was a doctor, he was not a god.

Just at this moment, a knock on the door came again. Zhang Jiexiong walked in again, and the person who followed him in was unexpectedly a tall and sturdy, old man with a nose filled with alcohol, and a bald old man. His personality was a little anxious, and once he walked in, he asked: "What's going on? Tell me about it. "

Liu Chengsong furrowed his brows, and immediately introduced him: "This is the Fire God School's Old Mr. Zheng Yan."

"Ah?" Even Fire God School s have come? " The experts present were all experts with unique medical skills. Putting everything aside, just Zhu Chongyang alone was proficient in meridian needle technique, while Huang Qi was proficient in surgery. The others were all powerful people. However, when they heard that it was the Fire God School s, they hurriedly stood up, and their eyes revealed reverence.

There were many ancient Chinese medical sects in the Hua Xia, such as the Fire God School, Warm Disease Sect, typhoid pie, Nanshan Temple, Guanyin Gate, Nourishing Yin Sect, Rivers Sect, Yishui Sect, and so on. They had all experienced hundreds of years of vicissitudes, and their inheritances were all extraordinary.

They all greeted Zheng Yan, but Zheng Yan did not bother to take a glance, and asked loudly: Who is in charge? Time is life, quickly tell me about the situation in Mr. Tang. "

Towards Liang Hao, Zhu Chongyang and the other doctors, Liu Chengsong could be more arrogant, but looking at Zheng Yan, he still carried some respect, and immediately passed over the situation of Mr. Tang and some related information to Zheng Yan, letting him have a look. This information was even taken from Liu Chengsong's hands. Unfortunately, Zheng Yan didn't even give it a glance and said loudly, "Our school of traditional Chinese medicine specializes in listening, questioning, and checking, unlike your school of western medicine. I had to see the patient with my own eyes before I dared to draw a conclusion.

This point, he had the same thoughts as Liang Hao.

The Western experts present were unhappy, they respected and respected Zheng Yan, but there was no need for Zheng Yan to ridicule the Western Faction, right? They were all from different medical schools, and naturally, they all had different diagnosis insights as well. They actually wanted to cure Mr. Tang, but Mr. Tang's condition was very special, if they were to treat him, they wouldn't have too much confidence. If Zheng Yan could cure Mr. Tang, that would be for the best. It would not affect their reputation, nor offend the people from the military.

Liang Hao watched that scene carefully.

At that time, when Zhang Jiexiong told his about the situation in Mr. Tang, he told her that there were bullet fragments in his body that were pressing down on his nerves, causing him to struggle to even stand up. But after watching the video, Liang Hao realized that this problem was even more thorny than what Zhang Jiexiong had said. What kind of shrapnel is this? It was thin and small, like a broken steel needle. This little thing was near the nerves of the spine, and it entered the meridians.

As the blood flowed and the body's physiology worked, the shrapnel would also move back and forth. Taking out the shrapnel was the most feasible method at the moment. Even if it was Liang Hao, Zheng Yan and the others who came from the TCM doctor, they would have to do it the same way. Through the treatment of traditional Chinese medicine, the patient could only relieve the pain, but it was impossible for the bullet to jump out on its own.

However, if it was really like that, then there was no need to bring Liang Hao, Zheng Yan and the others over. These doctors, including Huang Qi, were able to solve this problem. However, the crux of the matter was that the shrapnel would automatically move around. If you cut the shrapnel open, the shrapnel would go somewhere else. What should he do? Could it be that you can chase after shrapnel and open the door after it? When the bullet was taken out, the Mr. Tang also lost his life.

Furthermore, around the bullet, there were more than ten blood capillaries. They were quite weak, but once they were cut, it could affect the operation on one hand, and could also endanger the life of Mr. Tang. This was also why Liang Hao insisted on going to see Mr. Tang in person.

One couldn't make the slightest mistake while treating a patient. That was something that concerned one's life.

If it was someone else speaking like that, Liu Chengsong would have already gone berserk, but in front of Zheng Yan, he had to endure it. He said softly, "Elder Zheng, Mr. Tang is not someone that can be seen just because you say so. "If you need any evidence or information, I'll immediately find them for you …"

He probably said this more than once, even his wording was the same as Liang Hao's.

Zheng Yan's anger was not small, and he shouted: "So what if you're a Mr. Tang? In the eyes of our doctors, they are all patients. How can there be a patient who does not allow a doctor to see him? If that's really the case, then why did you call me over from so far away? I won't be able to see this disease. "

Turning around, he looked at Zhang Jiexiong and snorted: You're called Zhang Jiexiong right? "Hurry up and arrange for people to bring me here and send me back. I don't want to suffer from this shit here."

This was the first time they had met Zheng Yan, so this old man's temper suited Liang Hao's taste. Although he was a bit angry, his words made a lot of sense. Traditional Chinese medicine was different from Western medicine. If you were to make a few films and bring up the case, every western doctor would be able to come up with a set of scientific treatment plans. This was because these were all written in books. However, traditional Chinese medicine is different. It depends on the doctor's experience to determine the patient's condition.

It was very possible that ten people would be able to come up with ten diagnosis methods, as long as the illness was cured.

However, Zheng Yan's words had angered Liu Chengsong, and he had even said those kind words to, who would have thought that he was actually so awesome, and if he was not taking advantage of his seniority, then what was it? Liu Chengsong said in a cold voice, "The Mr. Tang has great prestige in the military world. How can we allow outsiders to casually diagnose him? If you don't want to be treated, then get out of here. We have so many doctors here, we don't lack you. "

All of the doctors looked at Liu Chengsong and Zheng Yan carefully, the atmosphere immediately became tensed up, filled with gunpowder. What they found strange was that this time, Zheng Yan actually started laughing loudly, and said repeatedly: "Alright, alright, as expected of a person from the military, you are truly awesome. Fine, I don't want to see it anymore, right? "You can take your father's life, but whether your father is willing to treat you or not is your father's freedom."

turned around. As Zheng Yan was about to leave, he stood up as well and said loudly: "Liu Chengsong, I think what Elder Zheng said is very reasonable. Is it to suffer your scorn? "You have to apologize to Elder Deng. Otherwise, I won't be seeing this sickness anymore."

The experts almost burst out laughing. You're the only young man here, what kind of effect can you have on other people? He really treated me like a dish.

On the other hand, Zheng Yan looked at Liang Hao and laughed: "Young lad, you have some backbone, what about it? You also study Chinese medicine? "

Liang Hao said: "I learn Chinese medicine. This has nothing to do with Bone Qi and Bone Qi. Elder Deng was not wrong about this matter. "

Zheng Yan shouted: "Then what are you waiting for, let's hurry up and go, don't be an eyesore here."

Zhang Jiexiong glared at Liu Chengsong for a few moments, then said hurriedly: "Elder Zheng, Dr. Liang, you are here to treat Mr. Tang, I hope that Mr. Tang's condition will be the main focus, wait a little longer."

Liu Chengsong snorted: "This kind of person, it's fine if we don't keep him, he doesn't have medical ethics … …"

"Who doesn't have medical ethics?" Yang Zhengbang pushed the door and walked in. He smiled at Liang Hao, then said loudly: "Chinese medicine is different from western medicine. Group Leader Liu, you cannot look at Chinese medicine with the light of a western doctor. How about this, I'll take Dr. Liang and Elder Zheng to treat Mr. Tang's illness. "

Liu Chengsong said anxiously: "Elder Yang, this …. It's against the rules. "

Yang Zhengbang scolded: What rule? People are dead, and rules are alive. If it was because of these run-down rules that delayed Mr. Tang's illness, would you be able to bear it? Some things are corrupted in the hands of people like you who are in compliance with the rules. "Come, you guys come with me, if anything happens, I'll carry it."

Liu Chengsong was berated to speechlessness. No matter how unconvinced he was in his heart, he did not dare to reveal it on the surface. He was the vice commander in chief of the military district. He was the leader of the medical team, and there was a huge gap between them. As long as Yang Zhengbang moved his fingers, he could make Liu Chengsong die many times.

With Yang Zhengbang's words, who would dare to stop him? Zhang Jiexiong personally led the way while Liang Hao, Zheng Yan and the others took the private elevator downstairs and headed to the backyard. Fu Zhenwu wanted to follow along, but he held back in the end. Mr. Tang and Old Master Fu had fought together, and he was a little afraid of Mr. Tang.

They passed through a forest, bypassed a few fake mountains, and followed a mountain stream. Finally, they arrived in front of another courtyard that was built right next to the stream.

The herb was deep and the vine wrapped around it.

The courtyard was very small, with a completely Chinese style architecture. The wooden door was decorated with high walls and red tiles. It looked very unique. In a place so close to a mountain and so close to a river, there was a farmhouse that gave off a comfortable feeling.

Walking to the courtyard's entrance, Zhang Jiexiong said in a low voice: "Dr. Liang, Elder Zheng, later, you must not speak any nonsense when you enter …"

Liang Hao nodded: "I understand."

Zheng Yan was a little nervous this time, he was after all, a great warrior from the Hua Xia's military world. He swallowed his saliva and said: "Then, I will do my best to not say anything."

Yang Zhengbang replied: "It's fine. Let's go, I'm here."

A few people entered. Liang Hao did not see any guards or soldiers, but he could imagine that there were definitely more people hiding in the shadows, observing their every move. If there was even the slightest bit of difference, he would have been killed by a sniper.

On one side of the yard were fruit trees, and on the other were ridges, presumably for vegetables.

Passing through the courtyard, before he could even knock on the door, he saw a skinny but rather sturdy old man standing upright with a straight back. In his hand was a reed, and he was knitting a straw hat. There were a few guards standing beside him. Their eyes were filled with reluctance, but they did not dare to go up and dissuade him.