Chapter 213: Writing Textbooks and It Was You

Outside the operating room.

Vice President Pan and several hospital leaders held Wang Mengde's hand and kept expressing their gratitude and praise.

Among them, Vice President Pan was the most exaggerated. He actually said something like "kick open the door of the underworld and change the book of life and death with his own hands."

Everyone else around was very surprised. This evaluation was too high.

But after thinking about it carefully, they all felt that what Vice President Pan said was not an exaggeration at all.

Those standing by were all well-known doctors who had been practicing medicine for more than ten years or even dozens of years, and had witnessed many miraculous medical techniques.

But it is rare to see someone like Wang Mengde, who only used a set of silver needles to snatch someone away from the hands of the King of Hell.

In particular, the name of this disease is "amniotic fluid embolism", which is a recognized terminal illness.

Not to mention the whole country, even in the world, no well-known hospital dares to say that it can cure it.

Even the examples of successful cure are very rare, and in the few sporadic cases, the patients' conditions were not serious and there were basically no complications, so luckily no danger occurred.

But this is not representative, and most hospitals will not publicize such cases as typical ones.

The patient seen at Union Hospital today not only had a serious condition, but also had complications such as shock and cardiac arrest.

During the treatment, even the most serious signs of disseminated intravascular coagulation appeared.

When patients display these symptoms, doctors in hospitals are generally helpless and dare not take any action for fear of hastening the patient's death. They can only watch the condition worsen.

Unexpectedly, this time, just when they were declaring in their hearts that the patient was about to die of chronic death, Wang Mengde simply used a dozen silver needles to make the patient's heart beat again.

After a while, the patient regained some consciousness.

Seeing that the patient had improved, everyone, including Vice President Pan, was excited.

Fortunately, they were experienced and began to carry out the rescue work in an orderly manner.

After more than three hours of intense rescue, although there were some twists and turns in the middle, the patient was cured with the help of Wang Mengde's silver needles.

In the end, the patient gave birth to a baby girl safely.

The mother and daughter are safe for now.

Only after the patient's condition stabilized did Wang Mengde walk out of the operating room with his tired body.

He felt that just three or four hours seemed like a very long time, and the energy he consumed was several times more than what he consumed on a normal night.

Even his white coat was taken off by a young nurse.

"Comrade Wang Mengde, please come to my office to rest for a while, and then have dinner in the evening. I will arrange a car to take you home."

After talking for two minutes, Vice President Pan also noticed his tired face, so he reacted and spoke while suppressing his excitement.

In addition to being the vice president of the Medical University, he is also the vice president of Union Hospital and has an independent office here.

"Okay, then I'm welcome."

Wang Mengde said with all his strength.

He really needed to rest. Besides, he was sore all over and wouldn't be able to ride a bike when he returned.

At this time.

The patients' family members who lived nearby also gathered around.

The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a worried look on his face.

Behind him, there were three children. The eldest looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, the second was thirteen or fourteen years old, and there was a youngest who was probably about the same age as Wang Yuanchao.

Dai Botao was feeling uneasy. He walked closer carefully and asked in a trembling voice:
"Doctor, how is my wife?"

In the morning, his wife felt that she was about to give birth, so she asked him to be taken to the nearby Union Hospital.

At that time, an obstetrician and gynecologist's face changed drastically after the examination, and without saying a word, he asked them to be hospitalized.

Soon after, several doctors with nervous faces came. These doctors were called Director XX by the nurses. It was obvious that they were the backbone of Union Hospital.

Seeing this situation, he had a premonition that something bad was going to happen.

Sure enough, after the consultation, his wife was rushed to the operating room.

At the same time, medical staff also talked to him.

At noon, he took his three sons outside the operating room, watching the doctors and nurses coming in and out, his heart sinking little by little.

Just when he was almost in despair of waiting, at around five o'clock in the afternoon, several doctors suddenly walked out of the operating room.

At the same time, several people outside the door who looked like leaders came forward.

These people were talking and laughing excitedly, which gave him a glimmer of hope.

So I went up and asked.

"Haha, Mr. Dai, please don't be nervous, your wife's condition is currently stable.

Of course, the specific situation needs more observation before I can tell you.

By the way, I have good news. Your wife has given birth to a girl. Congratulations."

Seeing him coming over, a doctor on the periphery quickly stopped him and explained with a smile.

"Thank you so much."

After hearing this, Dai Botao felt relieved. Then he calmed down, shook the doctor's hand as usual and said.

His three sons, except for the eldest, did not think so much. When they heard that their mother had given birth to another child, they immediately smiled and said:
"Great, I have a sister!"

"Haha, no need to thank me, thank Doctor Wang Mengde, the young man in the middle of the crowd.

If he hadn't happened to be here today, I'm afraid..."

The doctor knew that the person in front of him was not a simple person, so he was naturally willing to do him a favor.

Dai Botao naturally understood the meaning of his words.

He noticed at the beginning that a group of people were talking around the young man, who was obviously the main character.

I was a little puzzled just now. How could such a young doctor make these arrogant doctors willing to be supporting roles?

Unexpectedly, this person turned out to be his family's benefactor.

Thinking of this, seeing that the other party had already walked out, he did not immediately follow to thank him, but looked at him deeply, and then led his three sons to wait outside the operating room door.

In Vice President Pan’s office, he sat on the sofa, drank a large glass of brown sugar water, and ate some food.

Wang Mengde finally felt that he had barely recovered.

He rubbed his sore waist, and seeing that it was getting dark outside the window, he suggested going home.

Anyway, we're going to take a bus soon, so we can take a break on the way.

After he left, Vice President Pan did not go back to rest, but immediately gathered the doctors who had been in the operating room for a meeting.

"Comrades, first of all, congratulations to everyone, you have done a great thing today.

The patient encountered amniotic fluid embolism, but he survived the danger safely."

After a pause, Vice President Pan saw several doctors smiling, and then he poured a basin of cold water on them:
“However, this credit does not belong to those present here, but to comrades from other units who accomplished this impossible task.

Before, you have been telling others and yourself that this disease has no cure and there is no good way to deal with it.

I believed it at the time, but now, a real example is happening right before my eyes. Comrade Wang Mengde used a set of silver needles to pull the patient back from the brink of death."

Having said that, his eyes involuntarily turned to the set of silver needles on the table that Wang Mengde had used in the afternoon.

This was something Wang Mengde specifically asked him to prepare in advance before entering the operating room.

After he finished speaking, the seven or eight doctors in the conference room regained their serious expressions.

They did contribute a little to saving the woman, but as Vice President Pan said, if Wang Mengde hadn't been there, they wouldn't have had any hope. "Also, everyone present here today was an eyewitness. Comrade Wang Mengde gave you acupuncture right in front of you. How much do you remember and how much did you learn from it?"

Seeing that no one spoke, Vice President Pan continued to ask.

After hearing this, everyone looked at each other.

At the beginning, they might not have paid attention to Wang Mengde's acupuncture.

Only after the patient's heart started beating again did people in the operating room pay attention.

They memorized every needle position, sequence and technique of Wang Mengde.

But remembering is one thing, and understanding is another.

After a moment of silence, seeing that no one took the initiative to speak, the middle-aged doctor sitting to the left of Vice President Pan had no choice but to bite the bullet and said with a guilty look on his face:

"Dean, I am so ashamed.

I remembered a small part of Wang Mengde's acupuncture positions, techniques, and sequence, but I have not even grasped the basics.

In many places, I completely don’t understand his intentions.”

Two or three other people also echoed:

"Yes, yes, I don't understand why he tied them in those positions, and I don't understand the order."

"Some of his techniques are also different from what I learned before. It feels like he created them originally."

These people are all doctors who have studied Chinese medicine, and their attainments in this field are very profound.

"What, you don't understand?"

Vice President Pan asked in surprise.

These people are considered the most famous experts in Chinese and Western medicine in Union Hospital, and are also well-known in the whole country.

I didn't expect them to say they didn't understand.

the next day.

Just arrived at the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Dean Lu called him into his office.

"Haha, Meng De, Lao Pan actually praised you as 'kicking open the door to the underworld and changing the book of life and death'. There are not many people who can be recognized by him like this."

"Dean, I just happened to meet him, so I decided to give it a try. After all, it's a life.

I didn’t expect it to work by chance. If I were to do it again, the result might be different.”

Wang Mengde said modestly.

"You, don't be so modest. Even if others don't know, I know your medical skills."

Dean Lu smiled and said:

"I just didn't expect that you could even cure something like 'amniotic fluid embolism', which is a recognized terminal illness.

Last night, Mr. Pan from the Medical University called me. What he meant was, could you please write down the acupuncture techniques you used during the rescue process so that they can learn from it.

Of course, this request is a bit unreasonable, so forget it if you don’t want to.”

"Dean, it's not that I don't want to teach you. It's mainly because some of the techniques and principles I used yesterday were mostly figured out by myself, and they are different from those of others.

If you want to learn, I need to teach you from the very basics, but I don’t have that much time.”

Wang Mengde said with an embarrassed look on his face.

This is not an excuse.

This is the actual situation. While learning acupuncture techniques from his predecessors, he was also summarizing new techniques. With the help of the space, he has recently figured out some tricks.

Only now has he been able to innovate and become a master of the medical art of acupuncture.

After thinking for a while, Dean Lu said:
“Well, Meng De, when you have time, write a book on the basics of acupuncture techniques.

This book can be used as a textbook for our future medical schools. Of course, if the higher-ups take a liking to it, it is not impossible for it to become a textbook for Chinese medicine colleges across the country.”

"Dean, have our superiors approved the establishment of a medical school in our institute?"

Wang Mengde was overjoyed when he heard the information he revealed.

“Haha, it’s not certain yet, but there are some clues.

During this period of time, I have held several meetings with my superiors to discuss this matter, and the leaders also strongly agree that the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine should have a medical school.

However, it is still unclear whether it will be in the form of a merger or a new construction.

And, as you know, the situation in the country has been very difficult in recent years. We can’t start right away and need to slow down.”

Dean Lu said with a smile.

“Writing textbooks?”

Wang Mengde muttered to himself.

He was inspired and thought that if the Chinese Medical Research Institute really had a medical school in the future, he would definitely become a teacher there.

He occasionally looked through many current medical textbooks and found many omissions and errors.

You can completely write a basic medical book and use it as a teaching material in the future.

Return to your office.

He spread out his notebook and wrote a title at the top with a pen: "Acupuncture Techniques - From Beginner to Mastery".

A month later.

No. 95, Nanluoguxiang.

In front of the courtyard.

Today is the Little New Year in the north, the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month.

Liu Haizhong, Yi Zhonghai, Yan Bugui and a dozen others were using shovels to clear the snow at the gate of the courtyard.

At this time, four people came from the entrance of the alley.

The leader was Dai Botao, followed by his three sons.

The four of them were carrying a lot of things in their hands.

Looking at the piece of high-quality pork belly weighing about one pound, Yan Bugui secretly swallowed his saliva.

Although the government started issuing meat coupons every month again in 1962, the quantity was limited and it was difficult to eat meat twice a month.

"Excuse me, does Comrade Wang Mengde live here?"

When he got closer, Dai Botao took a look at the house number and then asked the people who were sweeping the snow.

Seeing that his dress and temperament were obviously not like those of an ordinary person, Liu Haizhong stepped forward and asked:
"I am the eldest uncle in this courtyard. Meng De lives here. What do you want to talk to him about?"

"Haha, nothing much, just came to thank him."

Having said that, he walked into the yard.

When I arrived at the middle courtyard, I happened to run into Wang Mengde who was making a snowman with his two younger brothers and two sons.

When Dai Botao saw the ages of Wang Yuanchao and Wang Weiguo, he was stunned for a moment.

Just as he was about to speak, He Shengnan walked out of the house.

Looking at the family in front of him, Dai Botao was struck by lightning and said excitedly:

"Oh it's you!"

(End of this chapter)