Except for Qi Shangqi, everyone sneered at Bian Mu's magical operation. In their eyes, Bian Mu was a charlatan. After a few hours, Bian Mu would be beaten back to his original form, waiting in despair to show his ugly face. .

Qi Shangqi was a master of acupuncture after all. When Bian Mu was almost ready, he basically guessed Bian Mu's true intention.

Sometimes, the more primitive and simple methods are often the most effective.

Seeing Bian Mu working hard there, a passage recorded in "Historical Records" suddenly appeared in Qi Shangqi's mind.

"...Su Wu said to Hui and others: "You have humiliated your integrity and humiliated your life. Although you are still alive, how can you return to the Han Dynasty? "He stabbed himself with his saber. Wei Lu was frightened, so he held his own martial arts and called for a doctor. He dug a ridge in the ground, set a fire, covered it with martial arts, and walked on his back to bleed. The martial energy was exhausted, and he recovered after half a day..."

I remember that when the Han envoy Su Wu was sent to the Xiongnu, he was so angry that he committed suicide with a knife. The Xiongnu medical officer used "fire moxibustion" to save Su Wu's life.

"At that time, the Xiongnu medical officer had someone dig a pit on the ground, light a fire, and make Su Wu lie face down on the fire. The heat of the pit fire slowly burned the important points on his body, and used that unique method to burn Su Wu's body. The congestion in the chest was slowly drained out of the body. It took a full 12 hours to revive Su Wu. It turned out that the history books were all records of real events! This young man is definitely not simple! Only a ghost can believe that he is just a human being. A small Chinese medicine doctor from a small county town, he may not have any background!" Thinking of this, Qi Shangqi couldn't help but stare at Bian Mu carefully for a long time.

At this time, the head nurse greeted two or three female nurses and already pushed Zhu Dingding into temporary ward 522 with a hospital bed.

"Doctor Bian! The patient has been transferred here. Look... what should we do next?" the head nurse asked in a cold tone.

"Please arrange for two nurses to carry the wooden board back and forth over the charcoal fire to grill it. If you are afraid of burning your hands, you can put a towel on it. You can stop after the wood aroma has dissipated. If the nurses are not strong enough, please help. Find a few more nurses to help, and please help me bring a set of acupuncture equipment, I have to give the patient two needles." Bian Mu said very politely.

After listening to Bian Mu's arrangements, the head nurse arranged for a small nurse to run all the way and borrow a set of acupuncture equipment for Bian Mu from the duty room on other floors.

In fact, the disciples around Qi Shangqi brought complete acupuncture equipment. However, those medical equipment were exclusively used by Qi Shangqi. If the teacher did not say anything, no one would dare to cause trouble.

What's more, due to various considerations, except for the little nurses who had nothing to do with themselves, most of the doctors present were looking forward to seeing Bian Mu's jokes, so how could they have the time to help him prepare relevant medical equipment.

Bian Mu nodded and called a young nurse who looked kind-faced.

"Please close the doors and windows. Leave the northernmost window open. Please close two-thirds of it and leave a crack to block the wind. Also, please bring me a medical screen later. Put it next to the window to protect the patient from the wind." Bian Mu ordered in a calm tone.

"Okay! Let's do it now!" After that, the little nurse followed Bian Mu's instructions and adjusted the doors and windows in the temporary ward.

Then, with the help of the little nurse, Bian Mu supported Zhu Dingding and lay on his side facing the door. Since Zhu Dingding was not conscious yet, his body seemed a little heavy. Two tall people immediately came next to him. The nurse helped her colleagues hold Zhu Dingding firmly.

Bian Mu lifted up Zhu Dingding's hospital gown and tied it with a slip knot skillfully. This way, he would prevent the patient's back from getting cold and would not affect his own injection.

The head nurse was standing not far away watching the fun. When she saw Bian Mu's knotting technique, she couldn't help but praise it secretly: "I can't believe how careful he is! This technique is better than mine." ! It seems that Dr. Zhao has a deep prejudice against others!"

Bian Mu identified two odd points outside the meridian, and inserted two needles with gentle twisting and twisting.

After all, the professional level of the head nurse was much higher than that of ordinary nurses. She guessed that Bian Mu might have some real skills. Out of the professional instinct of being responsible for patients, she no longer cared about the face of resident doctor Zhao, and took the initiative to arrange for a young nurse to go to the hospital. A thin quilt was fetched from the room, and the head nurse personally covered the red top gently to prevent the patient from catching cold again.

In view of the sudden change in the head nurse's attitude, Bian Mu thought that this person should be a qualified professional nurse, so he naturally smiled at her and nodded to express his gratitude.

It would take a few minutes to wake up from the injection, so Bian Mu walked to the edge of the triangle formed by the charcoal brazier and took the woodworking board from the nurse's hand.

"Thank you for your hard work! I'll do it!" After saying that, Bian Mu used his skillful hands to easily hold the bed-sized wooden board and put it back and forth on the charcoal fire to slowly simmer it.

Seeing this scene, Qi Shangqi couldn't help but secretly thought: "No wonder he is so confident! It turns out that he has practiced kung fu seriously! How can any ordinary male doctor have such strength as him?! It seems that he is doing the 'pushing blood through the palace' massage I’m afraid he has some pretty good attainments in terms of technique!”

Ouyang Ziye couldn't understand Bian Mu's magical operation at all, and only expected him to make a big joke and make a fool of himself in public. However, when he saw that the attitudes of the head nurse and Qi Shangqi gradually changed, the resident doctor Dr. Zhao stood aside and did not hesitate. If he dared to say anything more, he couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

Feeling that the temperature on his hands was almost there, Bian Mu gently stood the cut wood board against the wall and said to the little nurse who looked at her kindly: "I have worked so hard to bring you two pairs of sheets. I want to use the sheets to cover these sheets." A piece of wood board to pave the way."

"I got it! I'll get it for you right away." After saying that, the little nurse ran all the way to the storage room to get the sheets.

It was almost time to wake up from the injection. Bian Mu walked to the bedside and gently lifted the two steel needles from Zhu Dingding's back, then threw them into the medical trash can.

Without asking any other nurses to help, Bian Mu used his hands secretly and skillfully to turn Zhu Dingding's face to the sheets and gently lay him flat on the hospital bed. The head nurse quickly helped him a few times, so that Zhu Dingding looked at her posture. The style is much more natural.

At this time, Qi Shangqi seemed to realize something and did not say anything. He stood up and walked quickly to Zhu Dingding. He put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together and put them near Zhu Dingding's nose to test twice.

It's okay if he doesn't try. Qi Shangqi couldn't help being secretly surprised when he tried.

"Good guy! After two injections, Zhu Dingding's breathing changed so much. No wonder he dared to ask the doctor not to arrange for nurses to continue giving oxygen to the patient. It seems that this young man is really not simple! Ouyang Ziye wants to see He is joking, I'm afraid he will be disappointed." Thinking of this, Qi Shangqi somewhat regretted it.

At this moment, Qi Shangqi was aware of the little Jiujiu hidden in Ouyang Ziye's heart.

Just now, he was a little overconfident and did not keep an eye on which two acupuncture points Bian Mu had inserted. He was too self-respecting and feared that others would talk about him after learning secretly the secrets of practicing medicine from his colleagues, so he deliberately showed his disdain for the onlookers.

At this moment, Qi Shangqi realized deeply: If he had to get those two injections anyway, he would not be able to reach Bian Mu's level in such a short period of time, and he would definitely not be able to receive the amazing curative effect in front of him.

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