Great Chinese Doctor

Pan Ming asked his assistant to get and decoct the medicine, and Qin Qing also took out an acupuncture bag from her small waist bag to give Lu Huairen acupuncture.

"Uncle Pan, open the gentleman's clothes and let me give him the acupuncture."

Pan Ming walked over, bypassed the tubes on his body, opened Lu Huairen's hospital gown, and exposed his entire upper body to the air.

Due to the inability to eat normally for a long time, Lu Huairen has no flesh on his body. His skinny chest is like a piece of paper dried by the wind, fragile and flat. The skin on his body is loosely attached to his sternum, and every rib is clearly visible. They are like protruding supports, supporting this thin body, which is unbearable to look at.

Pan Ming was already feeling very uncomfortable, and now when he saw this scene, his nose suddenly felt sore, his eyes felt hot, and he almost cried. He had to quickly turn his head away and not look at him.

Lu Huairen forced a stiff smile, "Didn't the young doctor tell you that my disease can be cured? Why are you still being so pretentious?"

Pan Ming said nothing.

Cancer cured?

It was just for his own good. He was so excited just now just to show it to Lu Huairen. He didn't want him to live in anxiety and fear in the final stage.

After all, the word cancer means great pain and fear to anyone.

In fact, he didn't believe it at all. That was cancer, not a fever or a cold. There was no precedent for its cure in the world. How could Qin Qing, a little girl under 20 years old, do it?

Not to mention that he didn't believe it, even Lu Huairen didn't believe it.

Although Qin Qing looked confident, he did not dare to hold out any comfort or hope. After all, the chances of cancer being cured were too slim.

Qin Qing just smiled at their distrust.

What could she say? Even if she said it, they wouldn't believe it. It would be better for her to receive treatment quietly and wait for her body to get better. Even if she didn't say it, they would not believe it.

Qin Qing also calmed her mind, disinfected the silver needles, picked up three silver needles with her white jade fingers, and reminded Lu Huairen in advance.

"I'm going to give you an acupuncture injection. Don't be afraid. It won't hurt."

Lu Huairen: ...

He had endured the pain from cancer. It was just an injection, and he was not so pretentious as to be afraid of the pain.

The originally tense and depressing atmosphere was destroyed by Qin Qing's simple words. Pan Ming couldn't help but twitch his mouth. He looked at his old comrade's face and saw that his expression was distorted.

Qin Qing also inserted the needles quickly and steadily, like flowing clouds and water. Each silver needle was inserted into the acupuncture points skillfully and accurately. His technique was gentle yet powerful, so that people did not feel the pain. There was even a warm current flowing slowly through Lu Huairen's body, as if a dead tree had come back to life in spring. The burning pain in his stomach was relieved a lot, and the throbbing temples also calmed down.

All the changes were so clear that he couldn't help but doubt. Qin Qing had just said confidently: I can cure it!

At this moment, a glimmer of hope suddenly arose in his heart.

if--

What if what she said is true and it can really be cured?

How could he be willing to die if there was a chance to survive?

Thinking of this, the flickering light in his eyes seemed to be ignited into a raging flame, and Lu Huairen's pupils flashed with a strong desire to survive.

He closed his eyes quietly, immersed himself in Qin Qingye's acupuncture, and felt the vitality brought by the warm current.

He was shocked inside, but his expression remained calm.

Pan Ming, who had been standing nearby, watched the whole process. He could see how Lu Huairen's face gradually turned from sallow to rosy. It was really visible to the naked eye. It was like a breath of fairy air. It shocked him deeply and he had a new understanding of Qin Qingye's medical skills.

Qin Qing also used his true Qi to transfer the silver needles into Lu Huairen's body bit by bit: Zhongwan acupoint, Tanzhong acupoint, Qimen acupoint -

"What are you doing? Stop it."

Suddenly, a lady's angry voice was heard at the door.

Qin Qing also paused for a moment and continued to give the acupuncture, as if he did not hear the person's scolding.

Pan Ming turned around and saw a nurse in her 30s glaring at Qin Qingye.

He was afraid that the nurse would disturb Qin Qingye from doing the acupuncture, so he quickly went over to explain, "Nurse, this is the Chinese medicine doctor I invited. He can relieve the patient's pain. Please don't disturb her."

"No, this is against the rules. Who will be responsible if something goes wrong? Tell her to stop immediately."

How could the nurse be willing to let them do whatever they want? If something unexpected happens, who knows what the patient's family will do. Then she, the nurse in charge of the ward rounds, and the attending physician will be punished. She doesn't want to get involved in muddy waters.

Besides, whether the patient is in pain or not has nothing to do with her. She only takes care of her own business. As long as it does not break the hospital rules, even if the patient is in excruciating pain, it is not within her jurisdiction, and vice versa.

Don't say she is cruel and has no sympathy. In a place like a hospital, as the saying goes, don't take on a job if you don't have the skills. Being kind without reason will only hurt yourself and the people in her group.

Otherwise, the hospital cannot set such rules.

Pan Ming also understood her behavior, but he still stopped her and pulled the nurse out the door.

"Nurse, I know your hospital has its own rules, but don't worry, if anything goes wrong, we will take full responsibility. Hey, you know, he doesn't have much time left, so let him be willful for once!"

The nurse refused sternly, pushed Pan Ming away and rushed into the ward.

"That won't work either. I don't have that right, and the hospital won't agree. You should let her out right away, or I'll tell the attending physician."

Just as she was about to rush in, she saw the door of the ward open and Qin Qing walked out.

The nurse was about to scold Qin Qingye, but when she saw her lightly glance at her, the scolding she wanted to say was stuck in her throat, unable to go up or down, making her feel very uncomfortable.

Qin Qing also ignored the nurse's presence and said to Pan Ming, "Uncle Pan, if possible, let the gentleman be discharged from the hospital. He is just hanging on here. It is better for him to go back and recuperate slowly. I will prescribe some medicated food to nourish the stomach and replenish qi. It will always be better than injecting nutrient solution."

"no!"

Before Pan Ming could say anything, the nurse refused to do it. She looked at Qin Qingye with a condemning look on her face, "The patient cannot be moved. He is already like this, and you still want to move him. Do you think he is not dying fast enough?"

"How can you talk like that, nurse?"

What Pan Ming hated to hear the most was "die, die", but the nurse said it without hesitation, which made him unhappy and his official authority was unconsciously exuded.

The nurse probably realized that she had said the wrong thing and quickly said sorry, but she still did not agree with Qin Qing's suggestion of discharge.

"In short, the patient is in a very serious condition and can't stand any more. If you really want to be discharged, go find the attending physician. If he lets you go, I have no objection, but not now!"

Pan Ming had no choice but to go into the ward to ask Lu Huairen for his opinion.

With Qin Qing fanning the flames, Lu Huairen felt the vitality brought by acupuncture again. Deep in his heart, he still longed for health. He would die if he stayed in the hospital anyway, so he might as well give it a try.

So he agreed without thinking.

"What? Discharged?"

Attending physician's office.

Hearing Pan Ming's intention, Zhang Yizhi was furious and shouted, "Ridiculous! The patient has cancer, and it's in the advanced stage. Do you think he can survive after being discharged from the hospital? You are treating life as a joke!"

Pan Ming would not be frightened by his words. He spoke in an official tone and slowly, "Doctor Zhang, you also said that the patient is in the late stage of cancer and cannot be cured. Since we can't cure him, why should we waste time and money here! Instead of waiting to die alone and painfully in the hospital, it is better to go home and reunite with his family. What do you think, Doctor Zhang?"

Seeing that he was determined to do so, Zhang Yichi could only agree to release him angrily.

"You're being discharged from the hospital now?"

When Lu Huairen got into the car, he was still a little bit incredulous. Looking at the scenery rapidly receding outside the window, an indescribable emotion inexplicably surged in his heart, and his nose suddenly felt sore.