Live Beautification System

Ding Mu and Yunliu sat quietly in the corridor outside the hospital's emergency room, waiting for the results of the rescue inside. No matter who it is now, they don’t want anything to happen to Pang Yi inside. If someone's life really happened, let alone whose responsibility it was, the self-blame and guilt alone would be unbearable.

After waiting for an hour, there was no news from the emergency room. An old man wearing a white coat, gray hair, and gold-rimmed glasses hurried over. When the nurses on duty saw him, they all respectfully called him, Dean Rao. The person who came was none other than Rao Qingshan, the executive vice president of the Fifth Hospital and the medical authority in charge of business.

Rao Qingshan was not at ease. A leader from the Ministry of Health called him just now and said that one of the leaders' children had heart failure after drinking too much and was being treated in his hospital. I called the nurse on duty and found out that this might be a bit troublesome. What's even more frightening is that the treatment measures in my hospital are not in place. If something happens to someone, and they are held accountable, I am afraid that I will be unable to eat and walk around. I had no choice but to rush over as quickly as possible to check on the treatment. No matter what, we cannot allow people to die in our own hospital.

Ding Mu had long heard others calling this person Dean Rao, but as if he had not seen him, he sat calmly on the chair with his eyes slightly closed.

But the man who claimed to be Uncle Pang Yi immediately stood up, stretched out his hands, and said to Rao Qingshan: Dean Rao, hello. Please be sure to save my nephew. His father is also on his way to the capital. .”

Rao Qingshan shook hands with Uncle Pang Yi and said solemnly: Don't worry, the hospital will do its best to rescue him. I'm going to see the patient now.

After Rao Qingshan entered, it took a while before he came out of the emergency room. Everyone hurriedly asked: Dean Rao, how is the situation?

Rao Qingshan said solemnly: The situation is good or bad. We are not out of danger yet. Now our hospital needs to conduct a consultation to see if there are any other solutions.

The patient's family members did not understand Rao Qingshan's subtext. I just felt that Dean Rao's request for consultation was a sign of importance to the patient, and he just thanked her profusely. But none of them noticed that after Rao Qingshan finished speaking to his family members, he took a few steps and his brows knitted into a knot.

Ding Mu has been keeping his eyes slightly closed, trying a new listening skill he learned in Wuhua Valley to listen to the situation in the operating room. This unique skill can make full use of Ding Mu's magical ears, almost to the extent of Shunfeng's ears.

Judging from what Ding Mu heard, the situation was very pessimistic. Pang Yi suffered from myocarditis when he was a child, and his heart was not good to begin with. Drinking alcohol suddenly induced heart failure. Now he relies on hemodialysis to dilute the alcohol in the blood, but it has no obvious effect on the resuscitation of the heart. Existing treatments The means are almost helpless against Pang Yi's current situation.

According to the current situation, the patient will die on the operating table in less than two or three hours. Now, Rao Qingshan's request for consultation is a dead horse and a live doctor.

At this moment, a group of people came over, surrounded by a middle-aged man with a white face and beardless face, slightly white temples, and whose age could not be determined. This man was wearing an old-fashioned uniform and looked a bit like an old-time intellectual. Even Bai Xingyuan, the dean of the Fifth Academy, was just one of the crowd surrounding him. Rao Qingshan's eyes lit up when he saw this man, and he hurried over and said, Old Wang! It's great that you can come here. The patient is saved! Ding Mu, a middle-aged man whose age he couldn't tell, also saw him. However, it was Zheng Yinuo's adoptive father, Wang Murong, who was known as the golden needle that kills people in the world.

Wang Murong was reserved and said with a cold face, Where is the patient?

Rao Qingshan quickly turned around and led the way, leading Wang Murong towards the emergency room. Wang Murong followed Rao Qingshan, walking steadily. People in the aisle spontaneously spread out and pressed against the wall, leaving enough space for the group of people, for fear of crowding in this imposing and grand old man.

Just when Wang Murong passed Ding Mu and Yunliu, Ding Mu opened his eyes and looked at Wang Murong. Wang Murong's expression suddenly changed. He looked at Yunliu beside Ding Mu and said with disbelief: Master Yunliu, why are you here?!

Yunliu remained motionless, smiled slightly, and glanced at Ding Mu: My junior brother invited me to treat people, but he didn't get the chance.

As soon as these words came out, Wang Murong couldn't help but became furious and shouted loudly: Master Yunliu is here, you are so negligent, why do you still invite me here?!

Everyone was confused for a while, and Rao Qingshan's heart suddenly tightened. He had come into contact with Wang Murong himself, and he was usually aloof, but he had never heard of him getting angry with anyone. Could this Master Yunliu he was talking about be the bald monk wearing moon-white robes sitting in the corner? Judging from what this means, could it be that this monk has very high medical skills?

Yunliu said at this time: Little Murong, it doesn't have to be like this. They are also acting according to the hospital's regulations. Saving people is the most important thing. Since you are here, go and treat the patients quickly.

After Wang Murong heard this, he no longer blamed the doctors at the hospital. Instead, he bowed and made an invitation gesture to Yun Liu and said, Master is kind-hearted and kind. I hope you can step in and give Murong some advice.

Yunliu did not refuse, stood up and said: Forget it, let me see how far your national medical skills have come over the years. Then, Yunliu took another handful of Dingmu and said: This is what I am collecting as my acting teacher. The disciple's direct younger brother, Ding Mu. Can you take him with you to learn more?

Wang Murong had just met Ding Mu a few days ago. Ting Yunliu had just heard about his junior brother. He never expected that he was talking about Ding Mu, nor did he expect that Ding Mu and Yunliu had such a relationship. He was shocked in his heart. A rare smile appeared on his stern face and he said: Of course, Ding Mu and I also know each other. Let's go in now.

Mr. Wang is a powerful player, and the title Little Murong given by Master Yunliu really shocked everyone. No one knows what the relationship between the two of them is, but the closeness of this title is definitely extraordinary.

After entering the emergency room, Rao Qingshan said angrily to the doctors around the patient: Everyone, get out of the way. Mr. Wang is here. Let Mr. Wang take a look.

Among the doctors in this circle, no one knows Mr. Wang's illustrious name. He is one of the few people on the top of the pyramid in the apricot forest. They all made way for Mr. Wang to check on his condition. The doctor who just stopped Ding Mu and Yunliu from entering the emergency room saw these two people following them in. He frowned, opened his mouth, glanced at Rao Qingshan, and did not dare to speak. He looked at Wang Murong like everyone else. Most people here have only heard that Wang Murong's medical skills are very miraculous, but they have never seen him perform it with their own eyes. This is a great opportunity to learn more. After dinner, you can also brag to others.

Although Wang Murong is a Chinese medicine doctor, he is not ignorant of the diagnostic equipment of Western medicine. When he looked up at the equipment connected to Pang Yi, he understood that the patient's heart failure was already very serious. He walked over and rolled Pang Yi's eyelids, listened to his breathing again, and frowned slightly. I took a pulse with my hand and tasted the pulse, and suddenly felt quite troubled. This patient's life is hanging by a thread and he may die at any time. I was a little overconfident. I only thought that the patient had heart failure caused by drunkenness. He didn't bring a medical kit, and he didn't have a unique rejuvenation elixir with him. He only had a set of golden needles in his sleeve. I'm afraid it would be difficult to treat.

Wang Murong said: This patient does not have heart failure caused by ordinary drunkenness. He has an old heart disease when he was eight or nine years old. Drunkness increases the burden on the heart and induces hidden heart diseases. The heart belongs to fire and the lungs belong to fire. Metal. South Fire extinguishes Metal, and clashes with Lung Qi, causing the patient to have difficulty breathing.

All the doctors present knew from the patient's family members that Pang Yi had myocarditis when he was eight years old. However, seeing that Wang Murong did not ask about the condition, and just by looking, hearing and asking, they knew that the heart problem was not ordinary, but caused. He was greatly admired by everyone for his childhood illness, which resulted in a serious condition that was difficult to treat. I thought to myself that this was really amazing, even the most advanced instruments could not see it so accurately!

Wang Murong was usually extremely proud. He never explained much when diagnosing and treating patients, nor did he introduce the condition very much. He just treated them directly. I am talking so much today, on the one hand, I want to show my level to Master Yunliu, but on the other hand, I am not completely sure and want to ask Master Yunliu for advice. Wang Murong knew in his heart that the Taiyi Shenxiao Acupuncture Technique, which he was famous for, might not be able to cure this disease. It would be embarrassing if he couldn't cure it.

Thinking of this, Wang Murong asked Yunliu for advice: Master, I use Xinshu, Baihui, Guanyuan, Shenque, Zusanli, Renzhong and Neiguan as the main points to treat the heart, Tanzhong, Feishu, Kidney Yu Ti Lung Qi. Do you think it’s feasible to use the dragon-tiger fighting technique to perform acupuncture?”

Yunliu thought for a moment and said, Can you carry the Nine-turn Rejuvenation Pill with you?

Wang Murong's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a little guilty and said, I never took it with me.

Hearing this, Yun Liu shook his head and said: Without the Nine Turns of Rejuvenation Pill, if you use the dragon-tiger fighting technique to prick the Baihui point, the patient will die in ten cases.

When Rao Qingshan heard this, he quickly said: What medicine are you talking about? I will immediately ask someone to drive an ambulance to get it!

Wang Murong sighed: It's too late. It will take at least an hour to get my medical box back. The patient is like this and can't survive even a stick of incense. If you let Master Yunliu take action from the beginning, maybe you can still be saved, but now …”

Before he finished speaking, the monitor began to fluctuate violently. The patient's blood pressure was rising, and the heart rate increased and dropped sharply. Everyone present is not an outsider. They know that it is over, this is the so-called recovery, and the patient does not have a few minutes left.

Just when the two young doctors were considering whether it was humane to let the family members come in for a last look. Yunliu suddenly said: Murong, give the acupuncture quickly! Xinshu, Jueyinshu, Tanzhong, Neiguan, Zusanli, Suliao, Qiemen, Shenmen.

Wang Murong was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up. He stopped doing acupuncture and disinfection. He took out a handful of golden needles from the acupuncture bag with an unpredictable and thunderous technique, and then pressed the needles one by one according to the acupuncture points mentioned by Yunliu. . The speed of setting the needle can be described as lightning. Most of the doctors present didn't see it clearly. They only saw that gold needles had been inserted into the acupuncture points, and there was a special small round bump trembling slightly at the end of the needle.

Ding Mu's sharp eyes also noticed this small round bump. A closer look revealed that it was not a round ball, but an extremely delicate little flower. Ding Mu recognized this flower as a fig flower. This symbol is not ordinary, it is a unique emblem in the Valley of Flowers. Could it be that Wang Murong is still related to Wuhua Valley?

Just when Ding Mu was thinking wildly, Yunliu said again: Qihai, Taiyuan. Wang Murong followed his words, holding a golden needle in each hand, and started twisting the two acupuncture points of Qihai and Taiyuan.

In less than a minute, the heart activity on the monitor stabilized, and everyone smelled a fishy smell with a strong smell of alcohol in their noses. It was disgusting, and it was the patient who had excreted it. Several young doctors subconsciously stepped back.

In this regard, Wang Murong was very medically virtuous. It was as if he didn't smell anything at all. After twisting the needle for a long time, he pulled out the needle and said, It's almost done.

At this moment, the doctors scrambled to move up, feeling admiration for Wang Murong and Yunliu in their hearts!

The doctor who hadn't let Yunliu in just now wanted to slap himself with a big ear scraper. Judging from his status, medical skills, and demeanor, he looks like a big shot!

I hope that his old man will not be as knowledgeable as a young doctor like me, otherwise he will be too embarrassed later and he will have nothing to do as a doctor.

At this time, Pang Yi's eyelids moved, he reluctantly opened his eyes, licked his chapped lips, and said: Water...

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