Chapter 42: Acupuncture
"Brother Meng De, there won't be any problem with me, right?"

Xu Damao asked worriedly.

Next to him, Xu Fugui temporarily put aside his suspicions and looked at Wang Mengde with a worried look.

"Well, Jia Dongxu was too cruel. Fortunately, he didn't hurt any vital parts. Apply some medicine on your injury, and it will heal slowly in a few days." Wang Mengde comforted him.

He did not mention the condition of his cryptorchidism, as there would be no point in telling people about it. Currently, there is no good way to treat cryptorchidism, whether it is traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine.

When Xu Fugui heard that his 'son' was fine, he finally felt relieved, then turned around and looked at Aunt Xu seriously.

He has always kept in mind what Jia Zhang said just now.

Seeing that a war was about to break out in the Xu family, Wang Mengde tactfully said goodbye quickly.

After the outsiders left, Xu Fugui took Aunt Xu to the living room. He lowered his voice and asked in a deep voice, "Do you have anything to explain about what Jia Zhang said just now?"

"Mr. Xu, you have to believe me. There is no way I would do such a thing." Aunt Xu was about to cry.

"Humph."

Seeing that Xu Fugui still looked unconvinced, Aunt Xu said quickly, "Old Xu, Damao may not look like you, but his personality is exactly the same as yours!"

Huh~?

Xu Fugui was shocked. Yes, Damao's personality was exactly the same as his. They were both sweet-mouthed, evil-minded, eloquent, and even had the same tendency to lose memory after drinking too much.

Thinking of this, all the doubts in his heart disappeared, and he quickly took Aunt Xu's hand with an apologetic look on his face and said, "Oh, I almost misunderstood you. It's all my fault that I was so worried about my son that I lost my mind for a moment."

"It's okay. This is not your fault. It's all the fault of Jia Zhang. When I have the chance in the future, I will make their family look bad."

With just a few sweet words, Aunt Xu was easily fooled.

Tuesday afternoon, before leaving get off work.

Seeing that there were no more patients, Wang Mengde began to pack up the medical records and prescriptions.

At this time, there was a knock on the door. Zhao Xiaotao pushed the door open and walked in breathlessly. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "Doctor Zhang, Doctor Wang, there is a patient with a high fever in the emergency department. We need you to come over for a consultation."

"Xiao Wang, follow me."

When Zhao Hanhua heard that a consultation was needed, he quickly stood up and gave the order.

The three people left the clinic. Wang Mengde was holding a cloth bag in his hand and asked as he walked: "Nurse Zhao, how is the patient now?"

He was planning to get to know some basic information about the patient in advance to save time.

"The patient was a fitter in the factory. He had had a high fever for two days. At first, he just came to the hospital to get antipyretics, but the fever did not subside. In the afternoon, Dr. Gao Yuze gave him an injection to reduce the fever.

It hasn't worked yet, and it's even worse now. Director Xing from the emergency department asked me to invite you to come over and take a look."

Zhao Xiaotao trotted behind the two of them and spoke in a low voice.

In fact, Director Xing did not specify which doctor in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine to look for. She just ran to Wang Mengde's clinic out of habit.

After going downstairs and turning a corner, the emergency department is right there.

After entering the clinic, Wang Mengde discovered that the patient was an acquaintance.

Jia Dongxu's face was flushed as he sat on a chair in the clinic, shivering from time to time. On Sunday, he had been splashing water on the street in the alley and had a fight with Xu Damao, and had accidentally gotten a lot of cold water splashed on him.

He had a weak constitution to begin with and developed a high fever in the early morning.

Qin Huairu asked him to go next door to see Wang Mengde, but he refused.

After making it to the morning, I hurried to the factory workers' hospital and took some antipyretic medicine.

Unfortunately, after taking antipyretics, the high fever kept coming back, so this afternoon, he came to the emergency department again. "Director Xing, how is the patient now?"

Zhao Hanhua entered the room and asked Director Xing of the emergency department.

"The patient has just received a fever-reducing injection. His fever has not subsided yet because his body temperature is still rising. After a while, the effect of the medicine will take effect and the fever will surely subside soon."

Before Director Xing could speak, a young man in his twenties next to him started talking.

As he spoke, he looked at Zhang Hanhua and Wang Mengde with a scrutinizing look.

He is Gao Yuze, a doctor in the emergency department.

Before coming to the steel rolling mill workers' hospital, Gao Yuze had interned in a large hospital in Beijing, and it is said that he even followed a foreign doctor for a few days.

Being able to work in the workers' hospital of the steel rolling mill is also a transitional act. According to what he usually says, he will eventually have to go to a big hospital.

Every day he speaks he talks about Western medicine, and every moment he speaks he talks about science. He looks down on traditional Chinese medicine from the bottom of his heart and thinks it is witchcraft.

Zhang Hanhua ignored him, glanced at the patient who was shaking, frowned, and then looked at Director Xing.

Director Xing scratched his head. He was also a little troubled about Gao Yuze. This young man did have some abilities, but he was arrogant and had an extreme personality. He looked down on traditional Chinese medicine.

"Doctor Zhang, the patient has had a high fever for two days. It has been over 39 degrees. No matter what medicine or injections he takes, his temperature is still rising. Can you please tell me if there is any way to lower the patient's fever?"

"Let me check on the patient first."

Zhang Hanhua did not directly ask whether there was any solution, but was about to go forward to take the patient's pulse and observe the situation.

Before he could reach the patient, Jia Dongxu, who was sitting on a chair, suddenly developed limb stiffness and uncontrollable convulsions. At the same time, his body tilted and he fainted.

This is a high fever convulsion.

Several people rushed forward to help him up, and then laid him flat on the bed next to them.

"Director, the patient is in a coma. Even if Doctor Zhang has a solution, the patient won't be able to drink the medicine. Besides, it's too late. I suggest sending the patient to a large hospital immediately."

Gao Yuze said with forced calmness.

In between his words, he also did not forget to diss traditional Chinese medicine.

"Xiao Wang, are you confident about acupuncture?" Zhang Hanhua ignored him and turned to Wang Mengde.

In the clinic, he had also seen Wang Mengde use acupuncture to treat people, and the two had often discussed such issues. He knew that the other party's acupuncture technique was very good.

"It should be fine." Wang Mengde said calmly.

He took a step forward, opened the cloth bag in his hand, took out a row of silver needles, and then began to insert the needles into several acupuncture points.

Behind him, Gao Yuze's face was gloomy, and he said, "Hurry up and send him to a big hospital. You're wasting time here. If something happens..."

Before he could finish, Jia Dongxu's body stopped twitching, and after a while, he regained consciousness. Then, beads of sweat covered his forehead and his face was no longer red.

Wang Mengde signaled Zhao Xiaotao to take out a thermometer and take his temperature, which had dropped to 36.8 degrees.

Outside the clinic door, several nurses showed admiration on their faces, especially Zhao Xiaotao, whose eyes were full of stars.

Seeing that the patient was fine, Zhang Hanhua and Wang Mengde prepared to go back.

"Doctor Gao, Chinese medicine is not just about taking herbal medicine." Wang Mengde said lightly before leaving.

Only Gao Yuze was left in the clinic, his face turning pale and red.

(End of this chapter)