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"Just now I was only thinking about getting angry, and I didn't think about it. What you said is really true. And thinking about it now, it seems that Dean Lu's attitude suddenly changed after hearing about that young man." The expression on Ding Xiang's face Doubts grew stronger.

At this moment, Ding Xiang's cell phone rang, and the call was from Mao to the vice president.

"Hello, Uncle Mao."

Ding Xiangxin called out unwillingly.

"Are you going back now or are you in the hospital?" Mao Xiang asked.

"What's the matter?"

Ding Xiang didn't want Mao Xiang to know that they finally chose to stay in the hospital and queue up, so she asked back.

"Regardless of whether you have gone back or are in the hospital, I will solemnly tell you one thing now. You must remember that if you want to cure your illness, you must pay more respect to that young doctor, and it is best to apologize." Mao Xiang solemnly explained.

When he said this, Mao Xiang still couldn't believe it. At Zhang Wei's age, he was not only the chief physician, but also a member of the provincial medical expert team. His medical skills were superb. Even Yuan Qingming was his student, and he even studied Likely to win a Nobel Prize.

Not long ago, Dean Lu revealed something about Zhang Wei to him. After all, he is the vice president of the hospital, and some things cannot be avoided.

"What? You said you want me to apologize to that little boy?" Ding Xiang couldn't help screaming.

Hearing Ding Xiang's almost ear-piercing scream on the other end of the phone, a hint of anger flashed across his face. If it wasn't for the fact that her father is the district head and has some friendship, he really wanted to hang up the phone like this up.

But even so, Dean Mao's voice turned cold when he heard this, and said.

"I mean it's best to be like this. Of course, the final choice of apologizing or not is in your hands. I won't go into details."

After all, Mao Xiang hung up the phone.

Ding Xiang stood there holding the phone in a daze, queuing up according to the rules was an unprecedented thing for her, a young lady, she never thought that Mao Xiang would call and suggest her to apologize, and the person was still the one who made her want to die boy face.

what is this?Could it be that the daughter of her dignified district chief is so worthless?Just that low?
"Is it Dean Mao? What did he say?"

Seeing Ding Xiang's expression completely changed, Xiao Lan asked curiously.

"What did you say? Hehe!"

Ding Xiang sneered, and said angrily.

"He told me that if you want to cure the disease, you'd better apologize to that little boy."

"Isn't it? He really said that?" Xiaolan asked with a look of disbelief.

"That's what he said, but it's just an intern doctor. Why? Huh, never mind. Anyway, it's the old man who sees the doctor and not him. There's no way to ask my aunt to apologize to that little boy."

Ding Xiang curled her lips and said disdainfully.

"What do you mean by Dean Mao's special call? Do you mean that Director Yuan won't treat me well if we don't apologize to the little boy?"

After all, for Xiaolan who is sick, Ding Xiang can play with her temper, but Xiaolan who is asking for others is a little guilty after all.

"He dares! If he dares to do this, I will sue him!" Ding Xiang raised her eyebrows and stared.

"Don't dare, if he really doesn't treat me well and just talk nonsense, we don't know. Besides, do you feel that those doctors and Dean Lu just now seem to value that little boy very much. "

Little Landau.

"It seems to be a little bit, but he is just such a little boy, and he is also an attending physician. The question is, do you think this guess is realistic?"

Ding Xiang thought for a while, then asked mockingly.

Xiao Lan retorted without words, what Ding Xiang said was indeed the truth.

The profession of a doctor is not a child's play, it needs real materials, especially Chinese medicine needs to accumulate experience.

As far as Zhang Wei's pretty face is concerned, he can only be in his early twenties at the most. It is really impossible to achieve that status in the hospital. It is almost the same for an old Chinese doctor like Yuan Qingming.

When Xiaolan and Ding Xiang were talking outside the clinic, in the acupuncture room, Zhang Wei had already laid the middle-aged uncle on the bed, ready to give him acupuncture.

"I have some pills that I made here. After you take them, the effect of acupuncture will be better for the first time. But as long as you continue to come to acupuncture and continue to stimulate the meridians that have been opened up, your legs and feet will definitely become more convenient every day. .”

"After a month, there is no need to come here. I mainly rely on my own exercise, family massage, and diet adjustments."

As Zhang Wei said, he took out some pieces of Peiyuan Pill and mixed it into a cup of boiling water, then handed it to the middle-aged uncle.

Seeing Zhang Wei put some light golden pill powder into the cup, it quickly dissolved and disappeared.

The other doctors in the TCM department felt a little baffled, how can such a little debris really produce good acupuncture effects?
Even the uncle lying on the bed was a little skeptical, what kind of medicine is so powerful?Elixir?

If it weren't for Zhang Wei, this person really doesn't look like a liar, he would really doubt whether Zhang Wei is a genius doctor or a liar!

But when Yuan Qingming saw it, his eyes lit up.

Before, he doubted what method Zhang Wei would use, but he forgot about this miraculous elixir.This is the magic medicine that can restore life to the dying rats. What is necrosis of nerves?
After Zhang Wei asked the uncle to drink the boiled water diluted with Peiyuan Pill, he stopped talking to him, but took the needle and began to pierce it. While applying the needle, he would explain to Yuan Qingming and the others, as well as the technique and depth position, etc. .

At first, the middle-aged uncle didn't feel much, but as the silver needles were pierced, he felt a stream of heat flowing quietly from his dull and numb left side of his body, and then it was like countless fine waters converging into a A small stream flows through his left side.

The middle-aged uncle subconsciously moved the five fingers of his left hand, but unexpectedly, he did it relatively easily. He seemed to have regained control of his body as before the stroke.

At this moment, Uncle Chinese Medicine's eyes became moist.

For more than half a year, he has always dreamed that he can stretch his legs and arms as easily as before, but the cruel reality shattered his dream time and time again.

Now, he finally sees hope again.

Although Zhang Wei had already told him that it would take a long time to return to the same state as before, the middle-aged uncle felt that it would take three to five years to return to the past, so what does it matter?

Just when the middle-aged uncle was still immersed in the movements of his fingers that could be easily controlled, Zhang Wei had already taken out the needle.

"Uncle, come down now and take a walk to see if it feels better."

Zhang Wei put away the needle, smiled and patted the middle-aged uncle's arm lightly.

According to the words, the middle-aged uncle prepared to get up nervously. He was really worried that the wonderful feeling just now was just a temporary illusion.

Habitually, the middle-aged uncle used his normal right hand to support his body, and then put his feet on the ground, cautiously trying to stand up. At this moment, his heart was in his throat.

Equally nervous were the others watching.

A stroke patient with hemiplegia for half a year, if he really wants to drink a glass of water like this, he can recover part of his body after just one injection. This is definitely a miracle in the medical field.

Not everyone has the opportunity to witness this kind of thing with their own eyes.

The middle-aged man soon discovered that when his foot touched the ground, the feeling of his left foot was obviously different from before, more powerful and more down-to-earth.

The middle-aged uncle walked back and forth in the acupuncture room a few times with an excited expression on his face. Although his actions were a bit awkward and inconvenient, they were obviously much more agile than before.

Although Director Yuan and the others had indescribable confidence in Zhang Wei's medical skills, at this moment, seeing the middle-aged uncle walking back and forth in the acupuncture room, they couldn't help but fell into shock.

Everyone was stunned, until the middle-aged uncle stood in front of Zhang Wei with tears streaming down his face, and bowed to thank Zhang Wei again and again, they woke up like a dream, and then everyone looked at Zhang Wei directly.

At this moment, they looked at Zhang Wei with pilgrimage-like piety, as if standing in front of them was not a young man, but a god!
"Uncle, you are welcome. It is our doctor's responsibility to save the dying and heal the wounded. Now that you are lying on the bed, I will take this opportunity to demonstrate to my colleagues how to push the uterus and activate blood circulation due to stroke and hemiplegia. They will help you next time." Zhang Wei smiled.

"Can I ask you to continue helping me next time?"

The middle-aged uncle lay on the bed according to his words, and then asked very carefully.

In the eyes of the middle-aged uncle, Zhang Wei at this time is undoubtedly the reincarnation of Hua Tuo, how dare he treat him as a young man.

"If I'm here, of course. But I rarely come to the hospital, so I gave you some of the pills I made just now, so the effect this time is so good."

"But this kind of pill is currently limited, and there is no technological process. Sooner or later, it will run out, so it's best not to publicize it when the uncle goes out. Just say that it's Director Yuan and the others."

"Although they don't have pills like mine, their medical skills are in the same line. In the future, when they give you acupuncture or massage, they will all be effective, but not as obvious as mine." Zhang Bi laughed.

The middle-aged uncle already suspected that a genius doctor like Zhang Wei is hard to come by, otherwise a person as skilled in medicine as him should have been famous all over the world long ago.

Now after hearing what he said, I realized that I was lucky today. Not only did I happen to meet a genius doctor, but Zhang Wei also used a rare pill for him.

"Thank you, Dr. Zhang, thank you, Dr. Zhang, don't worry, I won't talk nonsense."

The middle-aged uncle said gratefully.

As for the publicity, since Zhang Wei has explained it in this way, he must not talk nonsense, otherwise, a person as good as Zhang Miracle Doctor must not be postponed. Wouldn't it make him tired to work?

Don't you become a villain yourself?