"Actually... the minister has been working for more than seventy hours continuously. He can only take a break when he is in the car." Gu Yanbing's eyes turned red as he spoke.
"Why didn't you persuade him?" Lin Shaowen said angrily.
A young person can't bear it without sleeping for more than 70 hours, let alone an old man in his 60s?
"I tried to persuade him, but you know the minister's temper." Gu Yanbing lowered his head and cried, "Now there are disasters all over the country... Can he listen to it?"
"I……"
Lin Shaowen sat dejectedly on the tatami, feeling depressed inside.
Although it was his predecessor who inherited Bi Yanjun's love, he admired Bi Yanjun very much.
In his memory, Bi Yanjun and Yang Wanjun were basically no different from ordinary people except for the meat in the meal they ate home. Logically, at his level, he should have a nanny, but they didn't ask for one. They did everything by themselves.
When their own children are older, all their wages are used to support poor college students, hoping that they can contribute to the development of the country.
How can one not admire such a person?
"The minister wants to see you." Gu Yanbing said softly.
"Walk."
Lin Shaowen wiped the corners of his eyes and walked out first.
Concord.
Bi Yanjun was lying on the hospital bed. Apart from his pale face, he could see no other problems.
After seeing Lin Shaowen, he grinned.
"Xiao Lin is here?" Yang Wanjun blushed and forced a smile.
"Mother Yang." Lin Shaowen hugged her and comforted her, "Don't worry, today's medical technology is so advanced... there will be a solution."
These words were really comforting, in his era when medical treatment was so advanced.
The sequelae of stroke are still a problem in the world.
"Xiao Lin, come and sit."
Bi Yanjun waved to him.
After Lin Shaowen hugged Yang Wanjun again, he sat in front of the hospital bed and reached out to feel his pulse. A trace of sadness flashed across his face.
hemiplegia.
Even if you recover properly, you may still have problems walking after you are able to do so.
"Little miracle doctor, can I be cured?" Bi Yanjun joked.
"I have a way to allow you to walk normally without affecting your limbs."
As soon as Lin Shaowen finished speaking, Qin Zhong and Zhang Yuyang opened the door and came in.
"Xiao Lin, do you have a way to treat stroke?" Zhang Yuyang said excitedly.
"Shaowen, you can't talk nonsense." Qin Zhong said with a straight face.
Naturally, he believed in Lin Shaowen, but for a stroke... who could say that there was any certainty of treatment.
"Xiao Lin, don't worry and do it... just in case, we don't blame you."
Yang Wanjun covered her mouth and burst into tears.
"There is a solution that is not a solution." Lin Shaowen said with a sad tone, "I used a silver needle to stimulate his heart pulse and make the blood flow faster than normal. If I'm lucky, I can make him walk normally... But only if Walk normally and take care of yourself."
"What if you have bad luck?" Qin Zhong frowned.
"Short life."
Lin Shaowen spit out two words.
"What about the sequelae?" Zhang Yuyang also asked.
"The overload of the heart will cause damage to his heart veins..." Lin Shaowen lowered his head and said in a voice like a mosquito, "He will need to take medicine to protect his heart pulse for the rest of his life. If he does not take the medicine on time, it is likely to cause heart failure."
The ward was deathly silent.
for a long time.
Bi Yanjun burst out laughing, "Xiao Lin, instead of looking ugly wherever you go, why not give it a try? You said it's just a loss of life... Is there anything worse than the current situation?"
"Xiao Lin, we choose treatment." Yang Wanjun wiped the corners of his eyes, "Yanjun pays most attention to appearance in his life. If he becomes like this in his life... he will be unhappy in his life."
"Wanjun still understands me."
Bi Yanjun reached out and touched Yang Wanjun's face, and Yang Wanjun showed a shy smile.
Qin Zhong opened his mouth, and finally turned into a sigh.
"Brother Gu, turn him over."
Lin Shaowen took a deep breath and stood up.
Gu Yanbing immediately stepped forward to help Bi Yanjun turn over, and Qin Zhong and Zhang Yuyang also stepped forward to help.
brush!
Under the light, a silver light flashed.
Thirteen needles were firmly inserted into Bi Yanjun's naked back, and the tail was still trembling.
"ah……"
Bi Yanjun shouted in pain.
"Yanjun, you...are you conscious?" Zhang Yuyang exclaimed.
"It hurts." Bi Yanjun saw sweat on his forehead and gritted his teeth.
Lin Shaowen stretched out his right hand and flicked the silver needle.
For a moment, thirteen silver needles began to shake at the same time.
"ah."
Bi Yanjun bit the pillow in pain.
"Yanjun."
Yang Wanjun shouted, stepped forward and held his hand.
Lin Shaowen gritted his teeth and flicked it again, and the silver needle swayed again.
Bi Yanjun couldn't shout anything this time and fainted from the pain.
"Shaowen."
Qin Zhong shouted worriedly.
Bi Yanjun has a special status, and he does not want his disciples to take such risks.
Lin Shaowen had a sullen face and said no more.
He just took out a silver needle and fiddled with the thirteen needles pointing towards Bi Yanjun.
"ah."
Bi Yanjun, who had been unconscious, woke up again, but then passed out again.
Over and over again, everyone's scalp was numb.
Yang Wanjun burst into tears, but did not say anything to stop Lin Shaowen.
Half an hour later.
Lin Shaowen sat slumped on the stool, breathing heavily.
Bi Yanjun's sweat beads made the hospital bed look like a human being.
"Xiao Lin, how are you?" Zhang Yuyang's voice was trembling.
Lin Shaowen said nothing and glanced at Bi Yanjun.
Bi Yanjun's whole body turned red, as if he had been burned by fire.
But he gritted his teeth and slowly sat up.
"hiss."
Qin Zhong and Zhang Yuyang took a deep breath.
What kind of magical trick is this?
"You have recovered from your stroke, but you have a serious heart disease. You will not be able to withstand fatigue and stimulation in the future. If you don't take your medicine on time... you will be in danger." Lin Shaowen's eyes turned red.
He said this very euphemistically. It was not dangerous, but he could die of a heart attack at any time.
"Tianhui Medical Slips" makes it very clear: Everything, every peck and every drink, has its destiny.
Going against the will of heaven will not lead to a happy ending.
"The Thirteen Needles of Yama" is not an act of defiance, but there is always a price to pay for everything.
"It's okay." Bi Yanjun reached out and patted Lin Shaowen on the shoulder, "I have already submitted my resignation letter, and your brother Bi will arrive in Beijing soon to take us to the south to recuperate, but... I'm afraid we won't be back for a long time. We met."
As he spoke, his eyes suddenly dimmed.
This retreat means staying away from the circle of the capital.
"It's okay, Minister." Gu Yanbing held his hand and said, "Xiao Lin, I will help you keep an eye on him from now on. It doesn't matter."
"How can you look at him when you can't protect yourself?" Bi Yanjun smiled mockingly, "You'd better go to the south with me, otherwise your life will be very difficult."
Gu Yanbing fell into silence.
As the minister's secretary, if a minister retires normally, his career will naturally be arranged. Now that Bi Yanjun is so ill, just choosing the minister is enough to give people a headache. What benefits can he get as a secretary?
Instead of making people dislike you in the capital, going to the south is the best choice.
