Siheyuan: The miracle doctor signs in, cuts off Hu Qinhuairu

At this time, Song Xian's eyes fell on a person, and this person was looking at Song Xian with a complicated expression, hesitating to speak, and finally he could only make an expression of 'I have nothing to love'.

This person is Chen Qinghe.

When Chen Qinghe met Song Xian's eyes, he squeezed out a wry smile, and said, "First of all, let me say yes, I only think of Mr. Deng's face before..."

Song Xian said coldly: "Shouldn't it be your duty to hang the pot to save the world, cure the disease and save the people?"

Chen Qinghe waved his hand, ignoring Mr. Deng's presence, but said with a smile: "Those are all illusory things, too big, not suitable for me, I am just a person who can hold a scalpel and treat with the most common plants and trees. Ordinary people who are patients have nothing to show off at all."

Mr. Deng didn't care much about the presumptuousness of the two.

Instead, it was a person with an ugly face.

Because he didn't know what was going on, he just sent Mr. Li away.

Walking into the room, seeing the two of them chatting with Mr. Deng so happily, he was a little jealous.

Chen Qinghe was not polite, and directly ordered: "Secretary Jiang, we need a basin of clean water now, and the medical insurance I took, which can be brought in now. There are also towels and so on."

Secretary Jiang looked at Chen Qinghe and Song Xian in a daze, then looked at Mr. Deng, who nodded.

He had no choice but to follow suit.

Chen Qinghe said suddenly: "Old Deng, I offended you. It may hurt more, you have to hold back."

Mr. Deng said with a hearty smile, "Pain? It doesn't exist."

Song Xian took out a cloth bag methodically from his pocket, unfastened the two straps, and unfolded it.

The two were stunned.

Chen Qinghe stared at Song Xian and said, "So many silver needles!"

Song Xian ignored it, walked up to Mr. Deng, sterilized it with an alcohol lamp, and pricked it on an acupuncture point. The latter frowned slightly, but the pain on his face gradually dissipated in the next moment, replaced by a smile.

Beads of sweat are still flowing.

Mr. Deng was surprised and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore?"

Song Xian didn't answer Mr. Deng's words, turned his head, looked at Chen Qinghe, and said lightly, "It's your turn."

Chen Qinghe did not hesitate at all, picked up the knife and aimed at the wound, the wound began to fester, and the muscle tissue was also damaged.

Chen Qinghe is like a paw Ding Jieniu, his technique is very skilled, the hippie smile on his face has long since disappeared, and now, looking from the side, his face reveals composure and determination.

Song Xian nodded, thinking to himself: "This guy is not bad!"

This is the end of a minor operation.

Followed by.

Song Xian used silver needles to perform acupuncture on various acupoints.Chen Qinghe, who just finished the shrapnel removal operation, is still sweating profusely.

But he never missed Song Xian's actions for a moment.

A whole set down, very smooth.

After Song Xian finished acupuncture, he sat down and said, "Wait for 15 minutes, it's almost done."

sit on the chair.

Song Xian wiped the sweat from his forehead. During the acupuncture and moxibustion just now, he was highly concentrated. In fact, he was also very nervous. After all, this is the first time he has faced this kind of case, and it is very complicated. It is not a one-shot cure.

The previous judgment is still biased, even a little wrong.

Chen Qinghe came over, sat down beside Song Xian, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Song Xian waved his hand and said, "It's okay. You're not bad. You are very skilled in scalpels, and you must be an expert in western medicine. In the hospital in Sijiu City, except for Mr. Li, everyone in Sijiu City Hospital must treat you as a treasure. Bar?"

Chen Qinghe was a little confused by Song Xian's sudden compliment, just like meeting a teacher when he was a child.

The former talkative guy has now become a taciturn guy.

This made Song Xian a little uncomfortable, adapting.

Mr. Deng revealed his shortcomings with a smile, and said: "Xiao Chen has always been like this. Once he meets someone he admires, he will be so silent. Just now, your calmness and medical skills have fascinated him."

Song Xian let out a cry.

I just took a look at Chen Qinghe, looking at it now, this guy is an interesting person.

15 minutes passed.

Song Xian took out the silver needle, prescribed a prescription and handed it to Secretary Jiang.

There are external application and oral administration.

are all separated.

Mr. Deng got up, stretched his muscles and bones, and there was a dull pain in his arm, but to this old man, it didn't seem to be a big deal, and he said with a smile: "You two stay here and have a light meal with me!"

Song Xian got up, put away his things, and refused: "Mr. Deng, you need to rest now. This is your unmentionable illness for many years. I hope you take care of your health. There are still many things that need you to do. I will go first gone."

Chen Qinghe hurriedly got up, greeted Mr. Deng, gave some advice, and then left.

Mr Deng was smiling.

Secretary Jiang came out at this moment, and said with concern: "Sir, your illness..."

Mr. Deng said with a smile: "It's all right now. To be honest, I really can't believe that these two children have grown to such a level. Don't worry. They are children of old acquaintances, they are reliable."

Secretary Jiang didn't speak.

Just silent.

Chen Qinghe hurried out of the building and shouted: "Brother Song, Lao Song, wait for me!"

Song Xian waved his hands, and continued walking without stopping at all.

Chen Qinghe ran out of breath, supported Song Xian's arm with one hand, and said, "Emma, ​​I'm exhausted, Lao Song, you don't give me any face at all! Anyway, we are now friends, right? ? Let's carry the...knife together, let's die, right?"

Song Xian stopped suddenly.

Chen Qinghe staggered and sat down on the ground.

He didn't dislike the ground, instead he sat on the ground and said, "Old Song, don't you want such a good opportunity?"

Song Xian let out a sigh, and said lightly: "Same as you, go to Sijiucheng Hospital?"

As soon as Chen Qinghe's eyes lit up, he immediately stood up and said with a smile: "Hey, you're right. Besides, with your medical skills, I have to take a backseat to you and be your top leader." !"

Song Xian glanced sideways at Chen Qinghe, and sneered, "Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Chen Qinghe nodded and said, "Yes!"

Song Xian frowned slightly and said, "Huh?"

Chen Qinghe hurriedly said: "That was before, but now, something has changed."

The guy in front of him, he really couldn't understand.

Chen Qinghe continued: "Based on your current superb medical skills, as long as you open your mouth, any hospital in Forty-Nine City will not be robbed. Even the director of our hospital will come to invite you with a gift."

Just now.

Even the name has changed.

You become you.

This change, which seems subtle, is actually very mysterious.

Song Xian smiled and said, "The infirmary of the rolling mill, I think it's very good. If you're here to pass on a message, if it's me, go back and say that Song Xian is arrogant. You can't hand it over."