"Then what do you think can be done to prescribe this medicine better?" Zhou Zijie asked.

Chen Tian glanced at Zhou Zijie and spoke without hesitation, as if he already had a confident prescription in his heart.

"One or two peppercorns, a handful of green onions, three slices of ginger, three bowls of water, boil the soup and smoke it to relieve swelling and pain!

Zhou Zijie looked surprised. The prescription prescribed by Chen Tian was indeed in line with the patient's condition. He prescribed the right medicine and there was nothing to be picky about. Whether he changed any of the medicinal ingredients, reduced or increased the amount of the medicinal ingredients, it would destroy the prescription.

Overall balance.

"Yes, you are qualified to discuss prescriptions with me!" Zhou Zijie nodded, acknowledging Chen Tian's attainments in traditional Chinese medicine.

Then, Chen Tian pointed to the prescription on the table and said: "This is a prescription for treating chest tightness. The first few are barely acceptable, but adding four pieces of ginger slices to the last one will break the overall balance of this prescription and make the whole prescription

The prescription has become a useless order!"

"Oh? How can you see that?" Zhou Zijie was still very confident in the prescription he prescribed, so he asked.

When Chen Tian saw that Zhou Zijie still refused to admit that there was something wrong with his prescription, he was not polite at the moment and pointed it out directly: "Dried ginger is hot in nature and has strong pungency. It is good at warming the middle and restoring yang. It can also warm the lungs and dissolve fluids. It is very important for treatment."

Chest swelling has a miraculous effect, but the dosage must be moderate, too much is not enough. Even if the patient's disease is cured, it will damage the stomach and intestines!"

"In the theory of Chinese medicine, a slight difference can make a huge difference!" Chen Tian looked at Zhou Zijie and said decisively: "Do you think the prescription you prescribed is right or wrong?"

Zhou Zijie was speechless. The young man in front of him had great achievements in Chinese medicine. He could not find any reason to refute the other person's question.

Chen Tian saw Zhou Zijie's silence and knew that Zhou Zijie had given in, but he couldn't say what he was wrong because of his face.

Chen Tian spoke again: "Although your medical skills are barely passable, you made three major mistakes in your practice!"

"Three major mistakes?" Zhou Zijie asked unexpectedly.

Chen Tian smiled slightly and said: "First, you are not calm! While you are treating people, you are still looking around at the situation in Huairen Hall. This is distraction, and it is a taboo for doctors. You must know that you

Missing any detail will affect your judgment of the patient's condition!"

"Second, your medical skills are not good! It can be seen from the prescriptions you prescribe, and when you treat patients, you can't make a sharp diagnosis no matter what you look at, hear, smell, and ask!"

"Third, you employ people inappropriately. When you diagnose the patient's condition and prescribe the medicine, even if there are no mistakes, in the final process of getting the medicine, the clerk is not serious, perfunctory, and the weight is off.

As I just said, with traditional Chinese medicine, a slight difference can make a huge difference. If the dosage of the medicine is insufficient, it will not be able to cure the disease, and if the dosage of the medicine is too much, it will be too much and cause new diseases!"

Chen Tian looked serious, his eyes were cold, and there was no trace of awe in his tone as he scolded him repeatedly.

"If the mind is not calm, the doctor is not good, and the person is not right, why do you want to be a doctor?"

The heart is restless!

The doctor is incompetent!

The person is wrong!

Why do you want to be a doctor?

Every word Chen Tian said sounded like a thunderbolt on a sunny day in Zhou Zijie's ears and echoed in his mind.

"Am I really wrong?" Zhou Zijie said to himself in disbelief. He had been studying medicine for forty years. He thought he had made great achievements along with traditional Chinese medicine, but today he was criticized by a young man like this.

I feel like I'm a bit arrogant.

"You are wrong!" Chen Tian said: "If you can't even face up to these three mistakes and correct them, then with Chinese medicine, you will be limited to this and will never make any progress!"

Just as Zhou Zijie was pondering Chen Tian's words, there was a burst of rapid and messy footsteps outside the door.

Soon, three or five figures rushed in from outside Huairen Hall. Among them, a middle-aged man ran in with an old man on his back. As he ran, he shouted anxiously: "Doctor, doctor, come quickly!

"

Everyone in Huairen Hall got out of the way, allowing the middle-aged man to run in front of Zhou Zijie as quickly as possible.

"Doctor Zhou, hurry, save my father!"

The middle-aged man's voice was trembling violently.

Zhou Zijie quickly came to his senses, hurried forward, and immediately ordered the waiters in Huairen Hall, "Quickly, spread out the hospital bed!"

When Zhou Zijie's eyes fell on the old man lying on the hospital bed, his face suddenly changed. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to feel the old man's pulse, and shouted: "Quick, prepare a silver needle for me!"

The clerk at Huairentang didn't dare to neglect, and quickly took out a box of silver needles from the counter and handed it to Zhou Zijie.

Zhou Zijie lowered his head and quickly touched the old man's limbs with his hands, and finally his eyes fell on the old man's face very solemnly.

He was breathing rapidly, his limbs were spasming. His pupils were dilated, he was foaming at the mouth, and he seemed to be unconscious at this moment.

With many years of medical experience, Zhou Zijie can almost conclude that the old man suffered an acute stroke. Moreover, the old man's current condition has reached a very dangerous situation, and his life is hanging by a thread!

The old man's son, the middle-aged man, looked at Zhou Zijie nervously and said, "Doctor Zhou, how is my father doing now?"

The middle-aged man finally made a trip home. He wanted to spend more time with the old man, but unexpectedly his father suddenly passed out. In desperation, he remembered Huairentang, which was not far away.

"Acute stroke!" Zhou Zijie said solemnly: "The situation is very dangerous!"

I saw Zhou Zijie opening the wooden box containing the silver needle and taking out a silver needle with his index and middle fingers. His face was full of numbers and he concentrated all his energy.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, Zhou Zijie took the injection, and his first injection landed directly under the old man's nose.

Strike like the wind, as fast as lightning.

All the people around subconsciously held their breath and watched this scene quietly.

No one dared to make a sound or disturb Zhou Zijie to perform acupuncture, because a life was at stake.

Zhou Zijie took out the needles one after another. His forehead was already covered with sweat. He didn't bother to wipe it off and continued to apply the needles.

Zhou's Seven Immortals Needle!

At the first moment, Zhou Zijie used his family's acupuncture method to try to save the old man's life.

But toward the end, Zhou Zijie's acupuncture speed became slower and slower, beads of sweat continued to pour out of his forehead, and the expression on the old man's face became relatively calm.

Finally, all Zhou's Seven Immortal Needles fell, and Zhou Zijie secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that the old man's condition should be stabilized. After that, he would write a prescription and slowly adjust the condition in the future.

However, at this time, the old man's whole body began to violently convulse again.

"Not good!" Zhou Zijie's face changed drastically. The old man's condition was obviously beyond his imagination. Even Zhou's Seven Immortals Acupuncture could not suppress the outbreak of the disease.

This was the worst situation. The old man's condition was too serious. At this moment, Zhou Zijie's eyes showed a sense of helplessness. He gave up treatment and gently shook his head at the middle-aged man.

boom!

In an instant, the middle-aged man was shocked, as if a thunderbolt exploded in his mind.

No? No, it’s not hopeless!

There was a sad look on the middle-aged man's face. He quickly knelt down and begged Zhou Zijie: "Doctor Zhou, please, please save my old father, please!"

Zhou Zijie held back the grief and guilt in his heart, shook his head gently, and said helplessly: "I'm sorry, I, I tried my best!"

Zhou Zijie's words caused extreme despair to appear on the middle-aged man's face.

Just when the entire Huairen Hall was silent, a voice sounded.

"Let me try it!"

I saw Chen Tian walking forward and squatting in front of the old man.

Swish swish swish.

All eyes in Huairen Hall were focused on Chen Tian, ​​some with disdain on their faces, and some with doubt in their eyes.

Even Dr. Zhou admitted that there was no way to save the patient, but this young boy still dared to try?

"Who are you?" There was a look of surprise on the middle-aged man's face. In this situation, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Maybe God will show mercy and a miracle will happen?

"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that I can cure your father's disease, but I don't have a medical qualification certificate, are you still willing to let me take action?" Chen Tian looked at the middle-aged man and asked.

The middle-aged man was stunned. He looked at Chen Tian's clear and piercing eyes. He gritted his teeth and nodded: "Little brother, come on, try your best. If it doesn't work, I won't hold you accountable."

responsibility!"

The only life-saving straw, the middle-aged man didn't want to miss it.

Chen Tian smiled slightly, nodded towards the middle-aged man, then took the wooden box next to Zhou Zijie and pulled out several silver needles in an instant.

Chen Tian did not take out the needle quickly, but stroked the old man's body with both hands. On the surface, it looked like he was massaging, but in fact, he was using his spiritual power to open up the blocked tendons in the old man's body, causing the old man to twitch.

My body gradually calmed down.

"What kind of massage technique is this? The effect is surprisingly good!" Zhou Zijie watched from the side. When he saw that the old man stopped twitching after massaging Chen Tian a few times, he couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

Chen Tian picked up a silver needle between his fingers, and the silver light flashed in front of everyone's eyes.

"Alcohol lamp, disinfect! Hurry!" Zhou Zijie quickly ordered the waiter to get the alcohol lamp.

But Chen Tian said: "No need!"

A smile appeared at the corner of Chen Tian's mouth, a gleam flashed in his eyes as deep as the sea, and he gently held a slender silver needle between his slender fingers.

Whoosh.

Suddenly, Chen Tian moved, flying up and down at an extremely fast speed.

"One stab at the gate of hell!"

With the first injection, Chen Tian stabbed a vital point on the old man's body.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Tian pulled out a silver needle again.

Buzz, the silver needle buzzed.

"Two stabs on Huangquan Road!"

Chen Tian's movements were as fast as the wind and as fast as lightning. His technique was extremely skillful. He didn't even need to look at the acupuncture points. He pressed one hand on the old man's chest and directly injected the needle.
Chapter completed!