Chapter 121 He obviously didn't want to reveal this secret
Wang Yuanchao plans to buy a bicycle first, no matter sooner or later!
As expected, the price of bicycles has increased by 10 industrial coupons!

He rode his bike to the courtyard to find his second brother Wang Heping to apply for a bicycle license and related procedures. The two of them then exchanged the license plates and it was done.

As a result, Wang Heping rode his bike to Qinjiatun as soon as daybreak.

He couldn't wait to tell Qin Jingru that he was a man of his words and that his parents, brother and sister-in-law would come together to propose marriage at the weekend.

Wang Yuanchao had no choice but to lock his new car in his courtyard home and go to the hospital to ask his elder brother Wang Sheng for a meal, where he happened to have the radio as a gift.

I went to the office but didn't find my brother or Teacher Huang. It was really strange.

Then I asked the nurse, and the nurse said:

"He should be going to bed 218 for consultation."

Wang Yuanchao just strolled over, since he had nothing to do anyway.

As expected, my eldest brother and Master Huang were both inside.

There was a baby lying on the hospital bed with its eyes closed. Next to it should be the child's mother, who was hugging the child and sobbing.

There was a middle-aged doctor taking a patient's pulse, and several middle-aged doctors nearby were watching with worried faces. My eldest brother Wang Sheng and some other young doctors were standing by to watch and learn.

Perhaps seeing Wang Yuanchao, Wang Sheng quietly moved over.

"just came back?"

"what's the situation?"

The two brothers asked in a low voice almost in unison.

Wang Yuanchao nodded, and Wang Sheng said:

"The child was 6 months old. On the 25th, he suddenly developed a fever. We took him to the hospital and prescribed antipyretic, anti-inflammatory and cough suppressant medicines, but they had no effect. On the 26th, he suddenly had two seizures, which were short in duration and spaced short apart. The family was terrified and came to us to arrange for him to be hospitalized.

I also used oxytetracycline and erythromycin, and took a large dose of Ma Xing Shi Gan Tang with modified Yin Qiao San, which are cold and heat-reducing, but the symptoms did not improve. Today the fever reached 40 degrees, and the director and others are in consultation.

I can’t understand it anyway.”

Wang Yuanchao asked:

"You still don't know how to take a pulse?"

Wang Sheng was a little embarrassed:
"I already know a little bit about the simple things, but not the more complicated ones."

Wang Yuanchao said:

"Progress is a good thing. Take your time. You are still young."

Listen, is this what a human being would say? Is this what a younger brother would say to comfort his older brother?

But there is no way, my younger brother is so powerful, Wang Sheng can only say honestly:
"I think so too."

The two brothers were whispering at the door, but were still discovered by the director.

He was also confused. He had tried it himself before, but it was useless and made the condition worse. So today he called several other chief physicians and deputy chief physicians over for a consultation.

If that doesn't work, we can only ask for help from the vice president-level national experts, but as you know, national experts may not always have time, and they must first ensure the most important service. [This is also the biggest reason why Wang Yuanchao does not want to engage in traditional Chinese medicine, he will become a tool]

So the director came over calmly and scolded in a low voice:
"Wang Sheng, what are you talking about?"

Wang Shengyi:
"Director... I am discussing the symptoms with, I am discussing the symptoms with, Director."

The director glanced at Wang Yuanchao with a sharp gaze and said:

"If I remember correctly, you just learned how to take a pulse, right? When discussing the disease, do you understand the symptoms of the patient?"

Wang Sheng lowered his head and said nothing.

Wang Yuanchao did not say anything. He did not have his master Ma Erqin to rely on here, and Master Huang’s level was not high enough to be his support.

Master Huang also saw the situation here, walked over and said:

"Why are you here?"

Wang Yuanchao said:

"I just came back and came to see you." The director asked in confusion:
"Old Huang, do you know each other?"

Huang Shidao:
"Director, how about asking him to help take a look?"

The director's mouth is crooked. This kid probably didn't even graduate from a technical secondary school? There's still fuzz at the corners of his mouth!
"he?"

Master Huang considered it for a moment, and then said:

"I once had a master, Ma Erqin, who wrote to me and said that this kid's level is far superior to mine and is on par with him."

Ma Erqin, the first professor of Chinese medicine in the new era! ! Who among those who study Chinese medicine doesn’t know him?
The director's eyes almost popped out of his head, and he said in disbelief:
"Old Huang, it's broad daylight, are you not hysterical?"

Teacher Huang was also helpless:

"How can I joke with you about a matter of life and death? My master really said so."

Wang Sheng was stunned, his mind was spinning:

What the hell? He couldn't understand how his brother was better than his father-in-law, and he was on par with that legendary master? How could it be possible?
Wang Yuanchao was also stunned. How come his master wrote a letter to Master Huang to tell him everything?

He obviously didn't want to reveal this secret!

The director was also straightforward and said to Wang Sheng:
"Swap your white coat for this one. What's his name? And give this one a mask. His face is too young."

The face is too young, and patients and their families cannot trust you.

After the two of them left the ward, Wang Sheng directly handed the white coat and hat to Wang Yuanchao:

"You really?"

Wang Yuanchao forced a smile:
"I didn't know Master thought so highly of me!"

A nurse quickly brought a mask and asked Wang Yuanchao to put it on. Well, clothes make the man, and his bright and intelligent eyes looked a bit better.

Backed by the evaluation of the foremost expert in traditional Chinese medicine, the director invited Wang Yuanchao in and introduced the patient's condition.

It's similar to what my elder brother Wang Sheng said, but with some more diagnostic data from Western medicine:

The right lung was slightly dull when percussed, and the breath sounds of both lungs were coarse, with dry rales and small bubbling sounds, especially in the right lung. Bowel sounds were slightly hyperactive. Blood test: total white blood cell count 12900/cubic millimeter, neutrophils 68%, lymphocytes 32%. Chest X-ray: flake shadows were seen in the upper and lower parts of the right lung, and the lung texture was blurred. Clinical diagnosis: adenovirus pneumonia.

If the fever is now as high as 40 degrees and continues, it will turn into a serious illness. The mortality rate of severe illness is 10%, and even if it is cured, it is very likely to leave sequelae.

Wang Yuanchao stepped forward, and the chief physician who had just taken the patient's pulse received the signal and immediately stepped aside.

A man with a haggard face and frizzy hair next to him was a little confused:

"Director Liu..., this is..."

Director Liu is the director after all, and he immediately explained:

"This is the expert I invited for you."

The man was stunned. An old Chinese doctor, an old Chinese doctor. He is not much older than Director Liu and the others. How can he be called an expert?

The man was a little excited, thinking that the hospital was trying to trick him, and said:

"He is too young! This, this..."

Director Liu saw the man's excitement and said quickly:
"This is a disciple of the great master!"

hiss--

Not only the patients' families, but even the doctors who were unaware of the truth were amazed.

The profession of Traditional Chinese Medicine requires great talent!

What does "great master" mean? The man's family background is already very good, otherwise it would be impossible to invite so many chief physicians and deputy chief physicians to consult, but he can't get in touch with a great master, so it depends on fate.

A disciple who can be recognized by a great master should have some skills, right?

Otherwise, would a great master release such a disciple?

Hope instantly ignited in the man's eyes, and even the woman who was sobbing next to him stopped crying and looked at Wang Yuanchao with hope.

(End of this chapter)