Chapter 142 A Strange Man Meets a Boss

But it was a soft sleeper, and the treatment was better than Wang Yuanchao's hard sleeper!

A group of people anxiously surrounded a doctor. The doctor had already determined that the child had a high fever convulsion, but there was nothing he could do. Western medicine had no cure.

Who brings medicine on the train?
The conductor said:

"Let's get on with it. I've found another doctor!"

Everyone quickly made way for the person who came from the source, and found himself a young man with a childish face.

A young man in a Zhongshan suit couldn't help but say:
"This doctor..."

Wang Yuanchao interrupted in a deep voice:

“I’m a Chinese medicine practitioner.

Since the child is having a high fever and convulsions, it won’t last long. Let’s wake him up first!”

The western doctor in front quickly stepped aside and said:
"Yes, yes. Their Chinese medicine practitioners understand acupuncture points and meridians. They don't necessarily need injections or medication."

The pressure is too great. How can I treat the grandson of a department leader who has nothing? If he can't be treated, it's his problem.

Maybe a Chinese doctor can help? Even if there is no solution, both Chinese and Western medicine have been used. Can't he bear the leader's anger alone?
There is no way to refuse the Zhongshan suit. Just be young. After all, you can’t judge a book by its cover.

The main thing is that this is really a case of no choice but to choose the right doctor.

The child's face was red, and Wang Yuanchao didn't know why this Western medicine doctor didn't use physical cooling. It would be better to just put an ice towel on the forehead!

Then the child continued to twitch.

Wang Yuanchao touched the child's head, then simply felt his pulse and asked:

"How long have you been unconscious?"

"Almost an hour!"

They have been in a coma for so long, they must be a bunch of ruthless people!

Wang Yuanchao took out an acupuncture set from his bag.

As soon as this thing appeared, everyone felt that they saw hope. Equipment! They were not empty-handed!

Wang Yuanchao took an alcohol cotton swab and wiped the child's philtrum, and there was actually another alcohol cotton swab!
Before everyone had time to sigh, they saw Wang Yuanchao urgently piercing the point, 3 centimeters deep, and twisting it for 2 minutes, and the child's twitching gradually stopped.

It’s really magical!

Everyone watched Wang Yuanchao move the needle very quickly, and soon the child's breathing stabilized.

Wang Yuanchao also instructed others to wring out a cold towel and apply it to the child to cool him down physically.

At this time, he used acupuncture on the Dazhui, Quchi, Hegu and other acupoints to warm the child's meridians, dispel cold, clear heat and relieve pain.

Finally, massage the Yongquan, Shixuan and other acupoints to promote the circulation of qi and blood in the child's body, thereby further alleviating high fever convulsions.

Looking at Wang Yuanchao's acupuncture and massage again at this time, his movements are graceful, better than a leisurely stroll in the garden, and there is actually a different kind of beauty!
After taking so many measures for about half an hour, Wang Yuanchao actually took out a thermometer to measure the child's temperature!

I have to say, this little doctor is very well equipped!
There are antipyretic drugs in Wang Yuanchao’s space!
If acupuncture and massage didn't work, he would find a way to get medicine, but since the child's convulsions were resolved, he felt that antipyretic drugs were basically unnecessary.

I looked at the thermometer, 37.2!

I have a low fever!
The children's faces became peaceful and soft snoring sounds could be heard.

The effect exceeded expectations!

The child's mother and grandmother covered their mouths in surprise, tears of excitement streaming down their faces.

But no one dared to make a sound, for fear of waking the child, yet everyone was extremely excited, as everyone had just witnessed an amazing miracle.

Wang Yuanchao also lowered his voice and said:

"Family members, follow me out!"

Then two people, one old and one young, wearing Zhongshan suits followed out.

As soon as they left the soft sleeper room, the old man in the Zhongshan suit tightly grasped Wang Yuanchao's hand and said:

"Comrade doctor, thank you, thank you. I have to apologize for my initial distrust and prejudice!"

The younger guy in the Zhongshan suit tilted his head, as if to say, "Dad, did you have this idea at first?"

Wang Yuanchao said:

“We are all in the same car, it is fate, we cannot just stand by and watch.

The child now has a low fever. The towel should be changed in time. If it is no longer cold, the child should be soaked in cold water. Ice compresses should be used to cool the child down physically, and the temperature should be lowered to a safe level.

We will arrive in Fengtian in two hours. I should go to the hospital to avoid another high fever convulsion.

If you are not careful, it can easily damage your brain and cause symptoms such as epilepsy."

After hearing this, the two men in Zhongshan suits were startled, and the younger one asked directly:
"Doctor, can't you come see it together?"

Wang Yuanchao said helplessly:

“The child was infected with typhoid fever but had not received treatment, which led to the outbreak in the middle of the night.

I just relieved the symptoms, but I don't have any herbs on hand? Acupuncture cannot replace medicine. Acupuncture only stimulates the body's own potential.

If the child has a fever again during this period, the conductor can find me!
I'm leaving now!"

Old Zhongshan suit said:
"I haven't thanked you properly yet. How about you take a rest in the soft sleeper next door? The conditions here are better. Most importantly, if the child has any emergency, I can find you first!"

Wang Yuanchao thought for a moment and said:

"Then I will obey your command! I will go to the carriage and get my luggage."

Young Tao:

"I'll be with you, I'll be with you!"

When the two men arrived at the hard sleeper compartment, Wang Yuanchao only had a large bag to conceal his presence. The younger man insisted on helping him carry it. Wang Yuanchao couldn't argue with them, so he let them help. It would be easier for two of them to carry it.

In the soft sleeper compartment, the father and son in Zhongshan suits sat on one side, and Wang Yuanchao sat on the other side. It was impossible for them to sleep.

"Doctor, my name is Jiang Bisheng, and this is my father. He works in the Ministry of Metallurgical Industry. Thank you for saving my son. I wonder if you live in Fengtian or are you studying in Fengtian?"

The old man was now calm and composed, and nodded slightly to express his gratitude.

Wang Yuanchao thought, this treatment is at least for a senior official in the ministry, otherwise the whole family wouldn't be able to sleep in a soft sleeper. The Ministry of Metallurgical Industry, it seems that the steel rolling mill is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Metallurgical Industry, right?

But he said:
"Mr. Jiang, you're too polite. My name is Wang Yuanchao, and I'm a Level 6 artist in the Railway Art Troupe. Medicine is just a hobby of mine, so I can't really be considered a doctor."

Jiang Bisheng was a little dumbfounded. What? Artists? He murmured:
"This, this, please forgive me, I really can't connect artists and medical workers."

The old man's expression changed slightly, and he said:

"Comrade Yuan Chao, it reminds me of an old friend, also a strange man."

Then the old man seemed to remember something, and changed the subject, saying:
"But is it Comrade Wang Yuanchao who wrote "Love My China"?"

Wang Yuanchao smiled innocently:
"I have only a small reputation, but I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable and well-informed."

Jiang Bisheng was stunned. "Love My China" was a must-practice song for the chorus in their unit, and the composer turned out to be his son's savior. This, this was really, too amazing.

The old man actually laughed, shook his head gently, and said:

"Your "Reverie in the Tiger's Mouth" is also good. Even I find it incredible."

Jiang Bisheng no longer knew what his father was talking about. What was "Dreamy in the Tiger's Mouth"?
But Wang Yuanchao understood it immediately.

This crosstalk was performed by the art troupe when they went to pay New Year's greetings to department leaders on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Oh, doesn't the railway need a lot of steel? This leader of the Ministry of Metallurgical Industry probably heard this from the boss of his own system.

It looks like the department leader has confirmed it!
Wang Yuanchao smiled and said:
"I went to the Capital Zoo with my younger sister and got the inspiration from chatting with her."

The old man said:

"So, Comrade Aid Korea, are you going to Fengtian on official business?"

Wang Yuanchao said:

"The department has given me some creative tasks, so I plan to visit the north and south of the motherland, the beautiful mountains and rivers, collect materials, find inspiration, and by the way, visit my master and wish him a happy new year."

The old man's eyes lit up and he said:
"Your master? But is it Mr. Ma Erqin Ma?"

Wang Yuanchao pretended to be surprised:
"Old sir, do you also know my master?"

The old man opened his mouth, chuckled twice, and said:
"I just said that seeing that you, a literary and artistic worker, also have medical skills, reminded me of an old friend, a strange man. I was talking about your master! He was a medical worker and also an artist! He is exactly the opposite of you!"

Jiang Bisheng was already numb, Ma Erqin? He asked in disbelief:

"Is there really someone who is good at both literature and medicine? Comrade Yuan Chao is not the first such person?" The old man said:

“When you were a kid, Mr. Ma treated your illness!
You don't remember, haha.

Speaking of which, it has been many years since I last visited the old man. But since we need to see a doctor anyway, after we get off the car, let’s take Xiang Hong directly to see Mr. Ma!
Comrade Yuan Chao, you should know the way, right? "

……

When we arrived at my master's house, the old man was having breakfast.

Because the person was brought by Wang Yuanchao, no one stopped him.

Mr. Jiang greeted Ma Erqin with a big smile on his face:
"Mr. Ma?"

Ma Erqin recalled for a moment, quickly put down his bowl and chopsticks, stood up to greet him, and said:
"You are, Leader Jiang?"

Jiang Lao smiled and said:
"It's me, it's me!"

Ma Erqin said:

"You are a big leader now, it's rare for you to go back to your hometown!"

Jiang Lao shook his hand and said:

"Hey, sorry to bother you. My eldest grandson had a high fever and convulsion last night and almost died!"

Ma Erqin said quickly:

"Did you bring the child? This is serious. If it is not handled in time, there will be sequelae."

Mr. Jiang:

"Luckily I met your good disciple! He cured me. But there were no herbs on the train, so I thought it would be better not to bother two masters, so I came to you."

Ma Erqin thought for a moment, looked outside, and said:

"Wang Yuanchao?"

Jiang Lao then looked back and saw no one behind him. He said:

"Hey, they were following me just now! Where are they?"

Only then did Ma Erqin sit down at the dining table, pick up the bowl and chopsticks, and continue eating breakfast.

Road:
"Would you like to come with me and have breakfast? My apprentice's medical skills are no less than mine. I guess he's going to get medicine for the child now!"

Old Jiang was not polite either. He sat down at the table, picked up the steamed bun and said:

"When that young comrade said he was a literary and artistic worker of the Railway Art Troupe, I immediately thought of you. It's the same as you!"

Who is Ma Erqin? The first professor of traditional Chinese medicine in the Republic! The expert who treated Marshal Zhang Liuzi's child! People like him don't talk nonsense.

So Mr. Jiang immediately put aside the worry in his heart. Well, he was indeed hungry.

The two of them ate and chatted. After breakfast, the eldest grandson Jiang Xianghong ran over and said he was hungry.

Jiang Lao smiled and said:
"As always, the medicine works!"

Ma Erqin smiled and said:
"I need two more sets to consolidate the strength!"

……

Mr. Jiang is coming to Fengtian to listen to the Liao provincial leadership team's opinion on the reconstruction of the former site of the Xinsheng Iron and Steel Plant.

The Xinsheng Steel Plant is located in Chaoyang City under the Lingyuan Special District, but it has been shut down for four or five years.

Fengtian is the place where Mr. Jiang has fought for half his life, and he was specially invited to come and help with the discussion, which was actually a sign of support.

The new steel plant planned here has a designed annual production capacity of 7 tons of iron, 5 tons of steel, and 10 tons of steel products. The purpose of building the plant is to serve civilian use in peacetime and military industry in wartime.

As a senior leader of the Ministry of Metallurgical Industry, why didn't Mr. Jiang welcome this factory?
Come to the platform and stand on it!
Steel is the backbone of the nation, the more the better!

Since we are coming to Fengtian, during the Chinese New Year, we might as well bring our family back to visit our relatives and old friends here. It is a rare opportunity.

Ma Erqin’s visit was an unplanned arrangement.

So the Jiang family didn't stay for long and left in the special car.

Wang Yuanchao wished his master a happy new year and presented him with fresh fruits and tea brought from the capital (all brought by Ezi from home). While eating breakfast, he listened to his master introducing him to the identity of Mr. Jiang.

He is indeed the big leader of the Ministry of Metallurgical Industry!

Lao Gemin and Lao Dangyuan were top students at Shouda University. They had served as the leader of Fengtian, the provincial secretary-general, and the deputy leader of the Northeast Industry Ministry.

Hey!
After introducing the identity of the big leader, Ma Erqin naturally asked Wang Yuanchao why he came.

Could Wang Yuanchao say that on the surface he was preparing medicinal wine for the leaders, but secretly he was visiting some good friends?

I can only say that I took advantage of my business trip to come and wish my master a happy new year.

Seeing that the boy was not telling the truth, Ma Erqin stopped asking and asked:

"Live here?"

Wang Yuanchao said:

"No need, the company has already arranged everything. It would be a waste if we don't stay at the guesthouse!"

Ma Erqin glanced at the boy. He felt ashamed of himself for his ability to lie with open eyes.

Finally:

"Okay, if you want to come for a meal, you can come anytime. We'll prepare it for you! Now, take your wine and get out of here as far as you can!"

As usual, Wang Yuanchao asked his master to help him prepare some deer blood wine. Ma Erqin didn't expect that he would have such a disciple in his old age, and he had to help do such a shameless thing.

One can only sigh that this disciple is not only an expert in medical skills, but also extremely good at dealing with people.

On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, he came all the way from the capital to pay him New Year's greetings, bringing so many gifts, under the pretext of asking for wine.

His holiday gift is worth more than this wine, not to mention the travel expenses and time.

This child, oh!
……

Fengtian Railway Guesthouse
Wang Yuanchao, the guesthouse director Wang Bin, and district public security chief Lu Weidong prepared a mutton hotpot and drank aged wine in a small private room of the guesthouse.

The waitress was naturally the beautiful Zheng Juan.

Wang Bin said:
"Brother, knowing you were coming, Director Lu prepared some good wine early, and is waiting to accompany you today!"

Wang Yuanchao said:

"My dear brothers, today I will make sure that you two drink till there is not a drop left! I will make sure that you will be afraid of me next time you see me, and dare not even mention the word 'wine'!"

Lu Weidong's face flushed as he said:

"Okay! Let's not go home until we're drunk! Lao Wang, you're the landlord, you start the show!"

The three of them started drinking.

To be honest, both Wang Bin and Lu Weidong were tested by alcohol, but what could they do when they met Wang Yuanchao, a cheater?
After drinking half of the wine, Wang Yuanchao said:
"Sister, sit down, sit down, and help your two elder brothers, Brother Bin and Brother Dong. They are no match for me!"

The three of them had already drunk four catties, but Wang Yuanchao was still full of energy. Lu Weidong immediately said:

"Sister, sit down! Today, we brothers and sisters will have a three-hero battle against Lu Bu. If we lose, it's not shameful. If we win, we will defend the face of us Northeasterners!"

Wang Bin said:
"Why are you looking at me? Sit down! Both brothers have spoken. Today, we brothers and sisters will fight against Lu Bu!"

Although Zheng Juan is young, she is obedient and not stupid.

She believed everything Wang Yuanchao said unconditionally, and her leader had also given her instructions, so she immediately took the glass, filled it with wine, and mustered up her courage to say:

"Brother Yuanchao, I will listen to Brother Bin and Brother Dong and toast to you first! I'll drink first as a token of my respect!"

The woman looked so heroic when drinking, and Wang Bin and Lu Weidong both cheered and applauded.

Lu Weidong said:

"One female comrade is worth two!
Brother Yuan Chao, you must pay two for one, only then can you show respect to female comrades!"

Wang Bin and Lu Weidong were already drunk. They would rather say a few more words than seize every opportunity to act like a spoiled brat and get a chance to catch their breath.

Wang Yuanchao did not shirk his responsibility:
"it is good!"

So, under the encouragement of Wang and Lu, Zheng Juan drank three cups in a row, and Wang Yuanchao drank six cups in a row!

"Eat some food, eat some food, I can't bully a little girl!"

Wang Yuanchao was afraid that Zheng Juan would get hurt from drinking. After all, she was only 15 years old.

(End of this chapter)