Zhang Dachuan walked out of the ward and found someone waiting for him in the corridor.
Qian Zongde, the deputy director of the county hospital, stood in the aisle with his hands behind his back. After seeing Zhang Dachuan, he smiled and praised:
"It's true that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Young man, you have amazing acupuncture skills. I wonder if it is passed down from your family or under the guidance of a famous teacher?"
Zhang Dachuan was somewhat wary of the vice president, and after hearing this he said politely and vaguely:
"Dean Qian, you're welcome, my vulgar behavior is not worthy of publicity."
Qian Zongde shook his head and said very seriously:
"Your acupuncture skills are definitely top-notch among the people I've seen. It's not a vulgar skill that can't be put on the stage. I think there are only a handful of people with your skills in the whole country."
He has extensive knowledge and has done research on acupuncture. His eyesight is naturally extraordinary, and he speaks with incomparable certainty.
However, Zhang Dachuan didn't care much about this. He chatted casually with Qian Zongde and found that the other party spoke well and had no airs. He didn't seem to be a nepotist, so he hesitated and asked:
"Dean Qian, I wonder what your relationship is with Liu Peng, the man in charge of the fruit stalls at the entrance of your hospital?"
Qian Zongde frowned at first and then understood.
He remembered that Zhang Dachuan's job was to sell peaches, so he smiled and said:
"I asked you why you were talking to me as if you were guarding against thieves. It turned out to be because of Liu Peng."
Under Zhang Dachuan's gaze, Qian Zongde shook his head and said:
"But that Liu Peng is the nephew of Liu Zhigui, the deputy director of our hospital. He has nothing to do with me. Young man, you have misunderstood me."
Zhang Dachuan breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Qian Zongde sheepishly:
"I'm sorry, Dean Qian, I judged a gentleman with a villain's heart."
Qian Zongde didn't take it seriously at all, smiled and patted Zhang Dachuan on the shoulder:
"These are all trivial matters. The reason why I stopped you from leaving is because I wanted to ask you about acupuncture."
Zhang Dachuan was a little shocked:
"What? You want me to give you some advice?"
Qian Zongde shook his head, looked directly at Zhang Dachuan, and said sincerely:
"To be honest, I have also done research on acupuncture, but my knowledge is shallow and I have wasted these decades and still haven't made any progress at all."
"Just now, I saw your acupuncture technique and I benefited a lot. I always feel that I have caught something but I can't see through it. If you can give me some pointers, I would be very grateful."
Zhang Dachuan fell into deep thought upon hearing this.
Considering that Zhu Yuegui would have to stay in the hospital for a while, and he sold his favor to Qian Zongde so that the other party could help take better care of Zhu Yuegui, Zhang Dachuan finally nodded and said politely:
"I can't talk about advice, but we can communicate with each other. I only have a superficial understanding of acupuncture. If I say something wrong, I still need Dean Qian's help to correct it."
When Qian Zongde heard this, he was greatly surprised:
"Okay, okay, let's communicate with each other, communicate with each other."
At the moment, Qian Zongde didn't even care about his wife, and happily pulled Zhang Dachuan into his dean's office.
The two sat on the sofa, drinking tea and exchanging experiences.
Although Qian Zongde said that he asked Zhang Dachuan for advice, as an old doctor who has practiced medicine for many years, he actually still has his own pride and does not think that Zhang Dachuan is much better than him in acupuncture.
So at the beginning, Qian Zongde's attitude seemed very casual, and he also gave guidance to Zhang Dachuan with the attitude of a senior.
But as the exchange deepened, Qian Zongde talked less and less, the carelessness on his face disappeared, and his expression became serious and focused.
He was sitting casually with his legs crossed, but later he unconsciously lowered his legs, put his legs together, put his hands on his knees, and made the most upright listening posture.
Like a student who listens carefully.
In this way, after two hours of "communication", Zhang Dachuan said goodbye and left Qian Zongde's office.
Then, a pretty young female intern walked into the vice president's office.
She originally came to Qian Zongde to ask questions, but as soon as she entered the office, she found Qian Zongde sitting on the sofa, looking ahead blankly, like a sculpture.
The female doctor was startled and hurriedly stepped forward and called softly:
"Teacher Qian, Teacher Qian! Are you okay?"
After shouting several times in a row, Qian Zongde came back to his senses.
He looked at where Zhang Dachuan was sitting before and said with shock on his face:
"Miracle doctor, the miracle doctor of this world!"
The female intern doctor looked confused when she heard this:
"Teacher Qian, who are you talking about? Who is the miracle doctor in the world?"
Qian Zongde did not answer. He stood up and walked out of the office. Looking at Zhang Dachuan's leaving back, he bowed deeply and said in an extremely respectful voice:
"Qian Zongde has taken everything that Divine Doctor Zhang said to heart and learned from it."
…
At the same time, the balcony on the second floor of the inpatient department of the county hospital.
Zhou Aoxue found Duan Dongchen and asked him:
"Have the CT results come out? What is my mother's disease?"
Although she is a talented student who graduated from medical school, she specializes in surgery. Zhou Aoxue is not proficient in cardiovascular and cerebrovascular matters.
Duan Dongchen was already prepared for this, and he said calmly:
"The CT results show that Aunt Zhu's health is fine and she only needs to rest for a few days before she can be discharged from the hospital."
Zhou Aoxue suddenly widened her eyes with a look of shock:
"How is this possible? Did Zhang Dachuan really cure my mother's disease?"
Zhou Aoxue really couldn't believe that a person who was a fool not long ago could possess such amazing medical skills in such a short period of time and cured his mother's illness with just a few silver needles.
He is just a farmer cultivating the land.
Duan Dongchen sneered:
"It's not impossible, because Auntie's body is fine. It's just a temporary coma caused by low blood pressure."
Zhou Aoxue was dumbfounded: "Hypotension? But Zhang Dachuan clearly said that my mother had cerebral congestion. Even Vice President Qian said so."
Low blood pressure can indeed cause temporary coma, but it should never cause cerebral hemorrhage.
Duan Dongchen had already responded and said disdainfully:
"Do you believe that country bumpkin's nonsense? As for Vice President Qian, can't you see that he deliberately targeted me because of his relationship with my uncle? Huh, in order to suppress me, he even didn't hesitate to accompany that smelly peasant Acting is so shameless!”
"Moreover, the few silver needles he was playing around with looked scary, but they were actually nothing more than a blind cat running into a dead mouse. There wasn't much blood at all."
Regarding the competitive relationship between Qian Zongde and Liu Zhigui, Zhou Aoxue, who had just arrived at the county hospital, had also heard about it. Coupled with his doubts about Zhang Dachuan's instinct, Zhou Aoxue couldn't help but believe it:
"Really? Dongchen, you mean that Zhang Dachuan is just a liar who is just trying to gain fame and reputation?"
When Duan Dongchen saw that the lie worked, he was secretly happy and nodded seriously:
"Of course it's true, Aoxue. You and I are both studying medicine. We should know how difficult this road is. How could that stinky farmer have medical skills that you and I can't match?"
"Speaking of which, Auntie is blessed with great fortune. We must not let people like that do anything wrong in the future."
