MTL - Medical Sovereign-~ Chapter 11 nine ghosts and thirteen needles
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Desperate for twenty years, suddenly saw the dawn, Ye Shulan's heart turned over the sea, subconsciously looking at Shen Muyang.
Can you ask the reluctant young man to shoot, the biggest key is Shen Muyang, a mixed boy.
Grandma, is it so difficult to apologize? She secretly made up her mind and called her husband when the day was bright, let him convince the little sister.
Mr. Hu Lao’s body is debilitated, and this time he will tremble and grab the inspection report. Then compare the color ultrasound, and the whole body is excited and stunned, his face is blooming with inexplicable brilliance:
"This... this is the nine ghosts and thirteen needles."
"Hu Lao, what do you say? Is this the nine ghosts and thirteen needles?"
Zhang Lao TCM was shocked and asked emotionally.
"Yes, I have seen the trajectory of the nine ghosts and needles from an ancient medical book. It is very similar to the acupuncture used by this young man. I have 80% confidence that this is the nine ghosts that have been lost. ""
Hu Laozhong was excited and inexplicably, and his voice trembled and said: "If the nine ghosts and thirteen needles are in the world, it will be a great fortune of Chinese medicine. Ze is born, and the blessing of life."
"Hu Lao, what is the nine ghosts and thirteen needles? What is the origin?"
Director Zhao suddenly revived his spirits. If the nine ghosts and thirteen needles are as true as Hu Lao’s Chinese doctors said, if they can recruit Ding Ning, they will not add a resume to their political achievements.
"Yeah, Hu Lao, tell us what is going on with these nine ghosts and thirteen needles?"
Dean Zhou’s head response was not slow. He immediately realized that this was a good opportunity. The Chinese medicine department had long since declined. If the Ding Ning could be recruited under the banner of revitalizing Chinese medicine, the Yangtze River Hospital would be famous.
Hu Lao TCM is very happy, and he said with a beard: "The world knows that the "Yellow Emperor's Canon" was written in the Warring States Period and the Qin and Han Dynasties. It was the earliest medical work in my country. Actually, it was not recorded. According to the ancient medical records, the "Yellow Emperor's Canon" was published. Before, in ancient times, there was a genre of sorrowful ghosts and gods, such as the legend of Shennong’s taste of herbs, which is the best proof."
"Cut, you also said that Shennong tasted the grass is just a legend. Who can prove that he once existed?"
Mai John disdainfully said that although the inspection report shocked him, he thought it was just a coincidence that he did not believe in Chinese medicine.
Hu Lao Chinese doctors have been too lazy to ignore this hopeless fake foreign devil. They turned a blind eye at him: "It is Zhao who asked me to say that you don't want to listen."
"You..." Mai John just wanted to refute, but he saw that Director Zhao was staring at him with sorrow, and suddenly closed his mouth wisely.
Hu Lao Chinese medicine finally took advantage of the situation to let this fake foreign devil shut up, and said with a heart-felt heart: "The nine ghosts and thirteen needles are an acupuncture technique in the same period as Shennong, and his inventor is Chiyou..."
"What? Chiyou? Isn't he the opposite of Yandi and the Yellow Emperor? Is he likely to know medicine?"
Mai John still interrupted Hu Lao’s words without ignorance, and attracted Zhao’s anger, and said coldly:
"Mr. Mai, have you been abroad for a few years, even the minimum courtesy of my state of ceremonies in China does not understand, do not know what is called respect for the elderly? Do you know that it is rude to interrupt others? If you don't like listening, you can go out."
Mai John was scorned in public, shy and red-faced. If he changed others, he would surely pick up his sleeves and scream, but he could face Zhao, and he had no courage.
I can only smile with a smile on my face: "You don't be angry with Director Zhao, I don't talk, don't talk."
“Hey!” Zhao’s face was gloomy and cold, and when he turned to Hu’s Chinese doctor, his face showed a smile like a spring breeze: “Hu Lao, you continue.”
Hu Laozhong’s Chinese wolf bears a beard, and proudly stunned Mai John and continued: “The world knows that Chiyou and Yanhuang tribes are not in the same fight, but in fact, Chiyou and Shennong have a close relationship, “Luo Shi·Yu Chuan” Said: "Yu You Jiang, the emperor's ancestors also", many people think that Shennong is Yandi, but it is not true, Yan Emperor and Chiyou are both developed by the Shennong clan, belong to the farming department, the Yandi tribe is the direct descendant of the Shennong clan Yang Cheng was born in the ancestors of Shennong’s invention, and he was able to compete for the head of the tribal alliance. He was called “Yan Emperor”, and Yandi and Shennong actually belonged to two different historical stages.
Everyone listened with relish, as if listening to myths and legends, even Mai John listened to the eyebrows.
"Chu You is the leader of the Jiuli tribe, the gods and ghosts, the evil spirits, the leader of the witches, the witch doctors and nursery arts in the Miaojiang area, and the head-down technique of Nanyang. It is said that it was handed down from Chiyou. The thirteen needles were also created by the devils of the 蚩 驭 驭 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
Hu Lao Chinese medicine shook his head and said: "The winner has been the king's loser since ancient times. The history books are written by the winners. To put it bluntly, he is defeated in the tribe. He is good or bad. It was not allowed to be promoted by the Yanhuang tribe. After all, Yandi and Chiyou were both competing for the position of the chief of the Shennong clan, but they lost in the hands of Chiyou. Finally, with his supporters and the Huangdi tribes, they defeated Chiyou. Yandi naturally would not To promote the enemy of Chiyou, there is another saying in the ancient medical books. These nine ghosts and 13 needles are actually passed by Shennong in Chiyou. After all, strictly speaking, Yandi and Chiyou are descendants of Shennong, but the truth has already been The annihilation cannot be found in the long river of history. We can only speculate according to the words in the ancient books. However, from all aspects, the nine ghosts and 13 needles are indeed real, Chiyou is relying on these nine ghosts and 13 needles. His warrior's warrior played a superb force to defeat Yandi in the early days."
"Yes, I have also seen the introduction of the nine ghosts and thirteen needles from the ancient medical books. I said that this method of acupuncture has the effect of taking advantage of the heavens and the earth, and I have always thought it is a legend. I did not expect it to exist. ”
Zhang Lao TCM decapitated affirmation that the nine ghosts and thirteen needles are indeed recorded in ancient books.
All of this is not calm, especially the study of Chinese medicine practitioners. This kind of skillful workmanship is a world-famous gospel for the dying Chinese medicine practitioners.
For those who advocate Western medicine like John, this is not good news, but there is a glimpse of Director Zhao. He does not dare to splash the cold water, so as not to be remembered by Secretary Zhao.
However, Ye Shulan and her mother have considered more. If Ding Ning really understands the nine ghosts and thirteen needles, then the illness of Shen Muqing is not saved.
Director Song of the Cardiothoracic Department of Renhe Hospital asked weakly: "Hu Lao, if the young man's acupuncture technique is really nine ghosts and thirteen needles, then why not he simply cure the disease for the patient."
"Oh, Director Song does not know, Chinese medicine is no better than Western medicine. Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to gradual progress and accumulation of experience. The older the age, the deeper the skill. The nine ghosts and 13 needles go against the sky. You say that a young man in his early 20s can master. If you can fully grasp the nine needles and thirteen needles, you will not only have seven needles to stabilize the patient's condition. I estimate that these seven needles are the limit of his present and they want to cure them completely. Good patient, I am afraid I still need to continue to use the eighth and even the ninth."
Hu Laozhong’s beard with his chin on his chin smiled and explained: “According to Zhou’s dean, the young man named Ding Ning was a courageous person to save the patient. It is obvious that he is a young man with medical ethics. This sample is a noble young man. How can you not treat the patient with all your heart and soul?"
"Yes, I once asked this young man. He told me that he still has no ability to cure my daughter, so I think Hu Lao’s speculation is quite correct."
Ye Shulan suddenly interjected and confirmed Hu’s guess.
Zhang Lao TCM and Hu Lao TCM look at each other and show the color of surprise: "This lady, have you seen that young man?"
"Yeah, I have seen it." Ye Shulan looked at them strangely.
Hu Lao Chinese medicine is embarrassed to say: "That, can you help us introduce it."
"Recommended? You also want to see him?" Ye Shulan became more and more strange.
"No, we... we want to worship him as a teacher." Zhang Laozhong doctors started to talk, and his face was somewhat unnatural.
"Apprentice? You have to worship him as a teacher. Are you a master in the Chinese medicine industry?" Ye Shulan was there, and she could not understand their thoughts.
The two famous old Chinese doctors are red, and the old Chinese doctor said calmly:
"There is no order, but the master is a teacher. Although he is young, his medical skills are higher than ours. We worship him as a teacher and have something to lose. Besides, now that Chinese medicine has fallen, we want to revitalize Chinese medicine. As long as the Chinese medicine can be revived, how can we give him a gimmick?"
"Yeah, Chinese medicine is the treasure that our ancestors left us, but we only learned the things of our ancestors. Not only did we not carry forward the Chinese medicine, but we gradually became ugly. Every time I think of this, My heart hurts, that is, I am dead, and I have no face to see my ancestors."
Zhang Lao TCM said the painful heart.
The feelings of the two old Chinese doctors made everyone move, and even John John was shocked. What kind of charm does Chinese medicine have in the end, so that the two Chinese medicine professions are so decent?
Ye Shulan is in a dilemma. The two old Chinese doctors are so embarrassed that they are embarrassed to refuse, but Ding Ning, the little bitter and somewhat weird little guy, will anger themselves because of their referrals?
If he is not willing to treat his daughter, is he moving his rock and licking his own feet?
I immediately smiled and said: "The two old people, not because I don't help, but I didn't dare to promise before I asked for his consent. Then, after I saw him, I would explore his tone, if he would like to You exchange, I will inform you again, you are optimistic."
Hu Lao and Zhang Lao also knew that they would go too far to meet each other too suddenly. They immediately took out their business cards and handed them to Ye Shulan, eagerly saying:
"Then trouble Ms. Ye, if there is news, be sure to inform us immediately."
"sure!"
Ye Shulan took the business card with a smile, and her heart secretly groaned. This Ding Ning, the old lady turned into a middle-aged errand.
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On the 12th floor of the inpatient department, Li Wensheng woke up and found himself lying in the cold corridor. His mind was suddenly blank. How can I sleep here?
It wasn't until he recalled the scene before that that his face changed dramatically, and he climbed up and watched carefully. He didn't find the evil man, and he dared to open the corridor lights.
The whole floor was brightly lit, and Li Wensheng’s heart was solid. He sneaked to the nurse’s duty room and pressed his voice at the door and shouted: “Wang Juan, Wang Juan...”
