Chapter 856 His wife is the ceiling! 3

Si Mingjing pushed the door and saw seven or eight neurologists looking at her with hot eyes. He paused and subconsciously looked towards the hospital bed. As expected, the hospital bed was empty as she thought.

Could it be that Grandpa Su was able to get out of bed after waking up, so the doctors in the neurology were waiting for her in the hospital bed?

"Ms. Si, I am the department director of the Department of Neurology, Li Yanchuan."

Director Li, who is in his fifties, introduced himself and introduced other doctors in the department. One of the deputy chief doctors was the surgeon who rescued Mr. Su last night, named Zheng Fenghe.

Dr. Zheng's eyes were the hottest and most confusing among the doctors present. I heard that Si Mingjing had good medical skills and knew that traditional Chinese medicine was not as useless as he knew before, but the one who had the deepest experience was the patients he saved last night, which was too surprising.

"Miss Si, your medical skills shocked me so much. I can't imagine that traditional Chinese medicine can actually make a hemiplegic patient stand up so quickly. How did you do it? I'm so curious. Can we communicate further?"

As a frontline doctor for stroke, Dr. Zheng often encounters patients with hemiplegia due to cerebral infarction.

No doctor does not want to let patients stand up. It is just based on their current abilities. When facing patients with hemiplegia, they have the strength but are insufficient. If there is a solution, they must humbly seek advice, benefit more patients, reduce the burden on more patients and families, and bring hope.

Si Mingjing smiled modestly: "Grandpa Shen stands up?"

"Sister Si, stand up! Grandpa stands up!" Su Cheng's excited voice came from the bathroom in the ward.

Mr. Su woke up four minutes ago and was now in the bathroom. Su Cheng stood in the bathroom and helped Mr. Su take the medicine bottle for intravenous infusion, lifting it very high.

After a while, Su Cheng helped Mr. Su out of the bathroom. Si Mingjing took a quick step forward and helped Mr. Su, saying, "Grandpa, are you awake?"

"Mingjing." Old Master Su was weak and saw a kind smile in front of Si Mingjing: "I heard Su Cheng say that you saved grandpa last night, good granddaughter."

"Grandpa, it's not my credit to save you alone, Dr. Zheng has even greater credit." Si Mingjing did not dare to be the first credit. She was realistic: "It was Dr. Zheng who rescued you from the gates of hell, so I had room for my performance."

Si Mingjing's modest tone shows that she acknowledged the power of Western medicine, which made the Western medicine practitioners present feel very comfortable when they heard it.

Western medicine and traditional Chinese medicine are obviously both saving lives and helping the wounded, but they are often thrown into the opposite direction for comparison. However, most of the time, Western medicine looks down on traditional Chinese medicine, and traditional Chinese medicine rarely looks down on Western medicine, which forced several Western medicine practitioners present to reflect deeply.

Mr. Su said: "Thank you, Dr. Zheng, thank you all for pulling my old bone back from the gates of hell."

Mr. Su took weak steps and returned to the bed to continue lying, knowing that his life and death were the gates of hell on the front line of life and death last night. After Mr. Su woke up, he felt scared. It was said that the old man would be in danger when he was nine. As expected, he was 79 years old this year.

Dr. Zheng gave Mr. Su a few checklists, especially his head: "Mr., you are awake now. The situation is much better than I expected last night. You need to do a few more checks before I can re-determine your condition."
Chapter completed!