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When Xiaolan heard this, she no longer objected.

In fact, her young lady's temper may not be much better than Ding Xiang's, and she was able to endure it only because she wanted to see Yuan Qingming for medical treatment.

Chinese medicine expert outpatient room.

After the three of Ding Xiang left, Yuan Qingming turned to look at Zhang Wei, and said with a bit of embarrassment.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry, just now..."

"Hehe, it's nothing. The general environment is like this. If you really want to be like that every time, you will definitely be scolded for being ignorant of the world. In fact, I just can't understand the publicity behavior of those two women. It was the same before, so I just competed. for a moment."

Zhang Bi smiled, and then roughly talked about what happened before, and then asked casually, "What are the backgrounds of those two?"

"One is the daughter of District Chief Ding of Chenghua District, and the other is her friend. Anyway, it's either Miss Guan or Miss Fujia. Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to make such a publicity in the hospital." Yuan Qingming said sarcastically.

"Thinking about it, it's true. These days, when ordinary people come to the hospital, it's too late to keep a low profile. How dare they make such a publicity?" Zhang Wei shook his head and said emotionally.

"I protest, Mr. Zhang, you are prejudiced against the rich second generation." At this time, Yuan Qingming's female apprentice who was sitting next to Zhang Wei protested.

"Hehe, I forgot, you are also the second generation rich. But I am not prejudiced against the second generation of officials and the rich second generation. In fact, most of them are very well-educated and know how to restrain themselves." Zhang Bi laughed.

"That's about the same." The female apprentice raised her chin proudly.

"However, the only people who dare to make such a publicity in front of the doctor in the hospital are those who are rich and powerful. After all, ordinary people dare to make such a publicity, either because they dislike their longevity or because they have a diseased mind." Zhang Wei continued.

Having said that, the female apprentice did not refute.

She also understands that ordinary people nowadays are used to being a person with their tails between their legs. Except for those powerful young masters and ladies, no one would dare to be so arrogant.

Because I heard that Zhang Bi had also come, other doctors from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine rushed to the outpatient room soon, and then sat quietly in the back to observe.

This is a habit of the Chinese medicine department. Since Zhang Wei came for the first time, every time they come, they must come to observe in person.

Everyone also knew very well that as long as they study hard around Zhang Wei, sooner or later they will have their own way out in medicine.

The patients came in one by one, and Zhang Wei would personally give instructions and explanations for those with special symptoms, or Yuan Qingming's diagnosis, and the prescriptions were not in place, and the rest of the time he usually watched quietly.

The door of the outpatient room was pushed open again, and the uncle Zhang Wei met in the elevator just now walked in with a humble smile on his face.

However, when he saw five or six doctors in the outpatient room, Zhang Wei was also there, and he couldn't help being startled.

After seeing a doctor for so many years, he has never seen such a posture!
But what surprised him even more was that with so many older doctors around, Zhang Wei, a young man, stood up and waved at him, saying in an old-fashioned way.

"Uncle, you are here, come to my side, and I will help you take a look."

"Ah, no need, no need, I'm on Director Yuan's account." The uncle froze for a moment, then waved his hands again and again.

"That's fine, Director Yuan, why don't you help this uncle take a look first." Zhang Wei smiled when he heard this, and then said to Yuan Qingming.

Of course Yuan Qingming knew that the middle-aged man in front of him should be the patient mentioned by Zhang Wei just now, and he couldn't help laughing in his heart that this middle-aged man couldn't see Mount Tai, and the miracle doctor was clearly in front of him, so he had to settle for the next best thing.

But since Zhang Wei said so, he couldn't refuse, so he nodded and said modestly.

"Okay, Teacher Zhang, let me take a look first."

The middle-aged uncle saw that Yuan Qingming's hair was a little gray, and he called Zhang Wei, a young teacher. He was so surprised that he could stuff a goose egg into his mouth. He didn't know if he heard it wrong, or the young man's name was Teacher Zhang. homophonic?
Director Yuan couldn't help smiling when he saw the surprised look of the middle-aged man, and then asked.

"Did you have a stroke?"

"Yes."

Seeing Yuan Qingming's questioning, the middle-aged man came back to his senses.

"How long has it been?" Yuan Qingming continued to ask.

"About half a year." The middle-aged man replied.

"Six months?"

Yuan Qingming frowned slightly, with a look of embarrassment on his face, as did other Chinese medicine doctors.

For stroke, the best recovery period is within three months. After three months, the recovery will become very slow. After half a year, the recovery is almost finalized. It is very difficult to make more improvements.

Seeing Yuan Qingming frowning, the heart of the middle-aged man couldn't help sinking, and asked.

"Is there no hope?"

Yuan Qingming didn't answer, but turned to look at Zhang Wei, and asked in an uncertain tone: "Teacher Zhang, look..."

As the middle-aged man said to Zhang Wei before, stroke and hemiplegia are a worldwide problem.

Although the stroke victim was rescued, part of the nerves controlling the movement of his hands and feet had died.

People cannot be resurrected after death, and so is the death of brain nerves, which is irreversible in medicine.

So even if Yuan Qingming knew that Zhang Wei's medical skills were superb, he still had no idea.

Seeing that Yuan Qingming turned around to ask Zhang Wei for advice, the middle-aged uncle was shocked and at the same time finally realized that he had heard correctly just now, this young man was really Director Yuan's teacher.

"Hemiplegia after a stroke for half a year is definitely impossible to restore to its original state, but it is entirely possible to stimulate the peripheral nerves to gradually replace the dead nerve functions through some methods of traditional Chinese medicine, so as to make the patient's hands and feet more convenient." Zhang Zhang He replied with a smile on his face.

Yuan Qingming and the others were shocked when they heard the words. It has been half a year. Those who should be stimulated must have been stimulated. Although persistence in the later stage will definitely have some effect, the effect is already very weak.

The post-rehabilitation exercise is mainly to prevent recurrence and muscle atrophy.

But when the words came from Zhang Bi's mouth, everyone was shocked, but no one dared to question it.

Otherwise, if these words came from someone else, Yuan Qingming and others would have already yelled at them.

"Well, young man, no, Doctor Zhang, is what you just said true? Can my hands and feet recover?" The middle-aged uncle asked nervously, afraid that he had heard it wrong just now.

"Uncle, don't be nervous. I'll take your pulse first and see what's going on."

Zhang Wei smiled and comforted the uncle, then got up and went to represent Yuan Qingming's position, calmly helping him feel the pulse.

"The situation is not bad. A large part of the foot should recover, and if you keep exercising, it is very possible to fully recover." Zhang Wei pondered for a moment after finishing his pulse.

If other doctors said these things, the middle-aged uncle would definitely think that he was defrauding him of money. After all, there are many doctors in domestic hospitals who cheat people in order to make money.

Especially the Putian department!

The middle-aged uncle was anxious about this disease, and he was fooled two or three times.

But Zhang Wei's character, the middle-aged uncle can trust, and this is the Provincial People's Hospital, regular!
Having said that, the middle-aged uncle was still very nervous, and subconsciously blurted out: "Really, you didn't lie to me?"

"How do you talk? How could our teacher Zhang..."

Seeing that the middle-aged uncle suspected Zhang Wei, several people blurted out accusations with dissatisfaction.

"I, I didn't mean that."

The middle-aged uncle didn't expect that a careless word would cause public anger, so he couldn't help being a little scared.

It's hard to see some hope, but don't be messed up by a word.

"Hehe, it's okay, it's understandable."

Zhang Wei smiled and waved his hands, then continued.

"However, if you have high blood pressure and high blood fat, even if you recover, you should always pay attention to your eating habits."

After seeing so many doctors, the middle-aged uncle has become accustomed to doctors asking him if he has high blood pressure and high blood fat. The middle-aged uncle couldn't help being very surprised. While admiring him, he also doubled his confidence in Zhang Wei.

"Thank you for the reminder, I will pay attention." The middle-aged uncle said hurriedly.

"How about this, go to the acupuncture room, and I will give you acupuncture and massage first, and then I will prescribe some prescriptions for clearing the meridian and activating collaterals, and other people will help you next time. As for the massage, you can call you Come to my family, they can help you after they learn it.” Zhang Bi laughed.

Hearing that Zhang Wei was going to give massage and acupuncture to patients himself, everyone was looking forward to it, but Yuan Qingming was a little disappointed, because it was inconvenient for him to go away for a long time today because he had a consultation.

Zhang Wei obviously knew what Yuan Qingming was thinking and said with a smile.

"My acupuncture techniques and acupuncture points for stroke hemiplegia are a bit special. Director Yuan, please go and have a look together. It won't take much time."

Zhang Bi's words were exactly what Director Zhong Yuan wanted, and he was naturally overjoyed when he heard the words, so he hurriedly stood up and said yes.

Pushing open the door, they were surprised to see Ding Xiang and Xiao Lan who had lost their temper just now.

When Ding Xiang and Xiaolan saw the door of the outpatient room being pushed open suddenly, and then a lot of doctors came out from inside, they felt embarrassed and surprised at the same time.

When did so many doctors suddenly appear in the outpatient room?

Seeing that Ding Xiang and Xiao Lan were waiting outside the door, Director Yuan didn't bother to answer, and just walked towards the acupuncture room with Zhang Wei surrounded by everyone.

Seeing the two of them waiting outside the door, but the attending doctor walked away, Ding Xiang and Xiaolan were extremely annoyed and at the same time more surprised, because they found that everyone seemed to crowd around that little boy like stars.

"Xiaolan, did you notice something was wrong? Looking at the posture, it seems that that little boy is Director Yuan?" Xiaolan couldn't help asking with a puzzled expression.

"That's what I was going to say too! Also, have you noticed that when Director Yuan drove us out, it was after that little boy spoke? It seems that what that boy said is very important to Director Yuan." Xiaolan nodded, Then he said thoughtfully.