Mr. Zhang is called Zhang Mingyuan, an old Chinese doctor. His medical skills are passed down from generation to generation. In fact, he retired last year, but the talents in traditional Chinese medicine have withered, so he was rehired by Qi Sen.

Although there are not many patients in the department and there is no bed at home, the old man can still show off his strength.

He has his own unique way to treat chronic pain and long-term physical condition that Western medicine cannot do.

Especially in obstetrics and gynecology, many people have been diagnosed with infertility and have polycystic ovary syndrome. I took a lot of Western medicine and did a lot of dieting and slimming, but none of them were very good.

Xiao Yu also specially asked him for his menstruation. When he encountered such a patient in the outpatient clinic, he would recommend going to the old man to try his luck.

Many people have been treated with traditional Chinese medicine for half a year and then treated with Western medicine, and finally they have successfully become mothers.

The theory of traditional Chinese medicine is incompatible with modern science, but it cannot knock down a boat of people with one stick. Some treatments are still very effective.

Zhang Mingyuan was still the same, wearing the very old white coat and carrying a medical box for medical treatment. As soon as he arrived at the emergency room, he didn't ask much, but just took a look and found the patient.

Hu Dongsheng took the medical box tactfully, while Ji Qing brought it to the backrest chair and consultation form.

The old man saw the consultation list on his hand, looked at Ji Qing again, and he was full of praise without saying anything, and it was all inside.

He sat on the chair, crossed his legs habitually, then took the patient's wrist and placed it beside the bed to get his pulse: "It's indeed a pulse of hypertension, but it's not too serious."

The old man did not look at the pressure test data or the electrocardiogram, but directly expressed his judgment: "I guess this has been in this state over the years. Recently, when I encountered troubles, my blood pressure has gone up a step further."

"Oh, the old man is right."

The person who spoke was a middle-aged woman in her fifties: "My unsatisfactory son has a mess of academic performance and is about to take the college entrance examination in one year. Wouldn't he be angry?"

"I was originally deficient in liver and kidney yin, but now my liver fire is still rising. It would be strange if I don't have high blood pressure."

Zhang Mingyuan was very satisfied with his judgment and asked Xiang Jiqing: "How much blood pressure have you measured now?"

“The medicine was 250/110.”

The old man looked at the patient and asked, "It's probably 180/90."

"Yes, yes, it's always over 160, and 90, but there's no problem. I've checked it in other hospitals and said that I'll stop being taller."

Speaking of this, Mr. Zhang slowly raised his hand and pinched the patient's tiger's mouth, and then said to Ji Qing: "This is Hegu, come, you can pinch it."

Ji Qing blinked and wanted to find Qi Jing to put out the fire, but he was pulled to him by the old man.

There is no way, I can only do it together.

"Walk up to the elbow and it is Quchi." The old man pulled Hu Dongsheng to his side again and said, "Press one hand and press the fingers of the other hand while rotating. It should be slow and the force should be even."

When Hu Dongsheng saw Ji Qing being arrested, he wanted to take the opportunity to slip away, but before he could move his body, Qi Jing pushed him hard behind him.

This push happened to come into Zhang Mingyuan's sight.

"From here, the three fingers outside the Adam's apple beside the neck are... Hey, where is the young doctor just now?"

Zhang Mingyuan looked around for a while but didn't notice Qi Jing, so he stopped insisting and started to rub and press himself: "These three acupoints are almost the same, and Baihui's blood pressure reduction effect is not great."

In this way, three people surrounded the patient, one left and two right.

It would be nothing if you were asking about the medical history, but it would look particularly weird if you kept massage the acupoints on the patient's body, or if the three were to operate together.

Now Qi Jing walked out of the clinic.

"Oh, this young man, you..." Zhang Mingyuan wanted to catch him, but immediately saw Qi Jing pointing at the sign of his temporary work permit, "Okay, since he is an intern, forget it."

Hu Dongsheng:???

When he was about to say that he was not even an internship, he immediately realized that he still had a job card. Even if it was fake, who knows that this old Chinese doctor didn't notice it.

If you want to blame, you can only blame Qi Jing for making a falsification method.

Moreover, at this time he found that Qi Jing was constantly making a strange gesture next to his forehead. Hu Dongsheng had a good understanding, and Lenovo, he immediately guessed that it was a cerebral hemorrhage.

If you have already started the operation, and if you clearly say that you are not a doctor or even an intern, it will be a double critical hit to the patient.

The patient's blood pressure is so high, if...

never mind......

Hu Dongsheng was miserable, but Ji Qing was even more miserable.

He is now more like the "beloved disciple" that Zhang Mingyuan is interested in. Not to mention leaving, he can't be lazy. The old man was holding the patient's Renying acupoint in his hand, but his eyes were looking at Hegu in Ji Qing's hand.

Strictness and care coexist in their eyes, and it’s not okay to not want to.

When Qi Jing saw them working hard there, he wanted to laugh: "Xiaomei, bring your blood pressure monitor and come and check it out, hurry up."

It's really getting late, and it's only a matter of time before Wang Ting comes back. I don't expect to get angry when I see this scene.

Once the blood pressure drops, Zhang Mingyuan has to go back as soon as possible.

Sure enough, the three antihypertensive acupoints were rubbed and pressed, and four antihypertensive drugs were used together to achieve the effect.

“It’s down, it’s now 228/105.”

Xiaomei's face was filled with a smile, and this feeling was very wonderful. If it were to be the case for other patients with systolic blood pressure of more than 200, she would definitely be so anxious that she would call the doctor. But now she saw it very relieved.

"It's not enough." Qi Jing shook his head.

"You still have to press it?" Ji Qing's fingers were a little overwhelmed, and the soreness kept coming from his fingertips to his brain. Moreover, this bent down posture was really eye-catching, and the surrounding patients and family members were all watching the show.

"The normal stable blood pressure is around 170/90." Qi Jing flipped through the patient's past case records and said, "Will you dare let him go if you are less than 200?"

"What should I do?"

"Let me think about it."

"Think? Do you still have the heart to think about it at this time?"

"There are methods, but the effect of lowering blood pressure is too obvious. It is easy to reduce high blood pressure into shock in more than ten minutes. You must be cautious."

Ji Qing: What? Be cautious? When did you, Qi Jing, become modest?

Besides, what the hell is it that can directly reduce systolic blood pressure of 200 to shock? Is it possible? Direct bleeding is not that fast.

"It's almost five o'clock." Hu Dongsheng was also a little worried.

I'm afraid when I was studying diagnosis, I had any bad memories when I met Wang Ting, one of the main lecturers, so my face was always bad: "Once Director Wang comes back, it will be bad."

Zhang Mingyuan is very leisurely now. He is enjoying the consultation time rather than working. This gives him a feeling of being needed, and I have to say that this feels wonderful.

"I said, what are you afraid of? Why can Wang Ting eat you all?"

"Director Wang doesn't like traditional Chinese medicine. You should know better than us."

"Hmph, everyone is the chief director, what can he do to me?"

Ji Qing: Of course I won’t do anything to you. I will be the first to be the one who wants to do anything...

Suddenly, a low voice crashed into Ji Qing's ear canal from a distance, and ran through his eardrum and hit the three listening bones in his middle ear: "What are you doing?"

This voice is so intimate and familiar that the three slaps appear in the minds of the three young people, and the rankings appear in no particular order.

It's over!
Chapter completed!