The craziest doctor

Dean Liu said with a serious expression: "The situation is not optimistic. We are in a state of desperation right now! The mayor's father has been suffering from a high fever, and the mayor's face is getting uglier. Obviously, he is dissatisfied with the doctors in our hospital."

"Many doctors in our hospital have been seen by Mr. Yun, but there is no effective way. We thought that Western medicine is not good, so we might as well try traditional Chinese medicine, so we invited all the famous Chinese medicine practitioners in Yuncheng to come, maybe we can find a cure. way of sickness."

"I understand." Lin Pingan nodded.

"Doctor Lin, let's go, I'll take you in." Dean Liu said.

But at this moment, the elevator door suddenly opened.

An old man in his sixties came out from the inside, wearing a gray and black Tang suit, with a big back hair, with extraordinary bearing, with his hands behind his back, walking slowly, with a haughty look on his face.

There are two people on the left and right respectively, protecting the old man in the middle.

When Dean Liu saw the visitor, he warmly greeted him again.

"Master Tang, you're here too, that's great!" Dean Liu extended his hand and shook hands with him warmly.

"Principal Liu greets you personally, I can't bear it." The old man said lightly, saying so, but the look on his face couldn't help being humble.

This old man in Tang suit is Tang Haipeng, the owner of Tongji Hall in Yuncheng, and a famous doctor with extraordinary medical skills.

"It should be, it should be, Miracle Doctor Tang, follow us in together." Dean Liu made a gesture of invitation.

At this moment, Tang Haipeng saw Lin Ping'an, and Lin Ping'an also saw him.

Tang Haipeng snorted directly, his attitude was very unfriendly.

When Xu Qingyun saw this scene, doubts appeared on his face.

Seeing Xu Qingyun's expression, Le Chengping lowered his voice and explained to him in a low voice: "This man's name is Tang Haipeng, a doctor from Tongji Hall in Yuncheng, his master and his medical philosophy are different, so they don't like to see each other. "

When it comes to Chinese medicine in Yuncheng, most people will think of Lin Ping'an and Tang Haipeng.

Nanlin and Beitang are talking about these two people.

Ci'an Hall is in the south of Yuncheng, and Tongji Hall is in the north of Yuncheng.

Seeing that something was wrong with the atmosphere, Dean Liu hurriedly said, "Let's go in and have a look, hoping to cure Mr. Yun sooner."

Several people entered a luxurious ward together. The ward was clean and tidy, with daily necessities, all kinds of furniture and appliances, more luxurious than some high-end apartments.

However, considering the identity of the patient, it is not surprising that he can live in such a luxurious ward.

At this moment, in the spacious living room, several old Chinese doctors have come, and these are all famous doctors in Yuncheng.

Everyone basically knew each other. Lin Pingan and Tang Haipeng walked up and exchanged a few words.

Just as Lin Pingan wanted to introduce Xu Qingyun to everyone, Dean Liu suddenly spoke and interrupted Lin Pingan's words.

"First of all, I would like to thank all famous doctors for taking time out of their busy schedules to come here. I believe that everyone has heard about the special nature of this illness before coming."

"The hospital has already organized an authoritative western medical consultation, and used various drugs, antibiotics, etc., but there is still no effect, and the patient still has a high fever."

"Now, I've invited you here because I hope that you can cure the patient's illness and that everyone will do their best. Both Liu and Mayor Yun pin their final hopes on you."

"There is the patient's medical record on the table. You can look at it first, and then those who want to check the pulse can take turns later."

As soon as Dean Liu finished speaking, everyone approached the table one after another, picked up the medical records on the table, and checked them.

The information in the medical record is very detailed, the results of various examinations, which medicines have been used, what reactions have occurred, etc., are all recorded in detail.

A group of Chinese medicine practitioners in Yuncheng looked at the medical record seriously, and gradually frowned.

Even Le Chengping stood beside Lin Pingan, looking at the patient's medical records.

There is only one exception, and that is Xu Qingyun.

He didn't go to see the medical records, and no one noticed him.

Xu Qingyun entered the ward by himself. There was a bed there. On the bed lay an old man with gray hair, his face was flushed with burns.

Xu Qingyun quietly approached the old...

"How is it? Do you have a cure?" Dean Liu asked nervously when he saw all the famous doctors in Yuncheng frowning, worried in his heart.

A group of doctors heard the words, but still no one said anything, no one responded.

The patient was seriously ill for more than ten days, and the hospital did everything possible to treat it, but it still didn't work.

In addition, the patient's identity is unusual, he is the father of the mayor of Yuncheng, and also the former mayor.

Under such circumstances, no one dares to jump to conclusions. Many people are thinking in their hearts that they would rather do nothing than make mistakes.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became heavy.

Dean Liu's complexion gradually became ugly.

After a while, someone finally spoke.

The person who spoke was Tang Haipeng from Tongji Hall. He put the medical records in his hand back on the table, looked at Dean Liu, and said with a bit of arrogance: "President Liu, our traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to observation, hearing, questioning and comprehensive consultation. .Just looking at these materials, I can’t draw any conclusions. Only after I personally diagnose the patient’s pulse can I give a treatment method.”

"That's right, to treat a disease, it is still necessary to diagnose the disease before drawing a conclusion."

"Yes, yes."

Many people joined in one after another.

"Yes, the patient is in the ward inside. Everyone can come with me, but don't make too much noise." Dean Liu said.

Then he led everyone to the ward.

After everyone came in, they saw the patient, who was lying on the bed at the moment, half asleep and half awake, his face was flushed, it was caused by a high fever, his face was haggard, and he was exhausted.

Seeing this appearance, everyone was shocked.

These people are all doctors. Seeing the patient's appearance, they knew that if the delay continued, the patient might not survive for two days.

"Famous doctors, please make a diagnosis!" Dean Liu whispered.

Then a female nurse came in, and with her help, everyone took turns to diagnose the patient, tongue, throat, heart, pulse and so on.

After some diagnosis, the old man seemed to be even weaker after being tortured.

During the whole process, Xu Qingyun leaned against the wall and watched.

Still no one noticed him, even Lin Ping'an and Le Chengping didn't put their minds on Xu Qingyun at the moment, they were also in the process of treating and thinking about patients.

"Famous doctors, you have come here to see patients. What advice do you have? Have you thought of a treatment?" Dean Liu said, sweeping his eyes away from everyone.

During the heated discussion, no one noticed that Xu Qingyun came to the old man again, stretched out two fingers, and tapped a few key points on the old man's body to calm him down.

Just now the old man was diagnosed by everyone, and he was very tossed. Seeing this, Xu Qingyun couldn't help but help the old man relieve it.