After hearing this.
Faced with the questioning tone of the old man in front of him.
Factory Manager Yang was speechless.
He immediately put away his contempt and looked at Song Qingshan in a new light.
"Old sir, my father has been bedridden for more than half a year due to a stroke. He has been treated in several large hospitals in the city, but there has been no effect.”
"My father isn't even sixty this year."
"Everyone says that you're a godly doctor, old sir. I wonder if you'll be able to cure this illness…”
Factory Manager Yang didn't say it clearly.
He was just 40 years old this year. The older generation got married early. His father got married and had children when he was 15 or 16 years old.
He was only 58 this year.
He had suffered a stroke at the beginning of last year, and now he looked even older than the hundred-year-old man in front of him.
Factory Manager Yang was very upset.
"Stroke is originally a Chinese medicine disease. It is also divided into internal wind and external wind.”
"External wind is caused by the invasion of wind evil, while internal wind is caused by stroke. Most of them are caused by internal diseases such as cerebral hemorrhage.”
Song Qingshan heard Manager Yang's words.
He searched through his memories and explained the general situation of the stroke.
"Then does the old gentleman have any way to treat it?”Manager Yang asked tentatively.
He went to some big hospitals.
The doctors only said that the patient needed to be nursed back to health so that he could slowly recover.
But it had been more than half a year.
Not only did his condition not improve, but it even showed signs of worsening.
"This illness comes quickly and goes slowly.”
"Take me to see your father's current situation first, then we'll prescribe the right medicine.”
Song Qingshan didn't guarantee anything.
However, to treat the sequelae of stroke, he had to use the Eight Techniques of the Turtle Spirit to open acupoints and acupuncture to remove wind evil and blood stasis.
It shouldn't be a big problem.
Song Qingshan planned to do his best to treat Manager Yang's father.
If he could cure his father…
If he applied to the factory to open a Chinese medicine hall, he should be able to succeed.
Manager Yang was delighted when he heard this.
Looking at the old man's expression.
He did not seem to have any difficulties and looked confident.
"There's no time to delay treating the sick and saving people."
"Little Zhang, take my set of needles and follow me to take a look.”
Song Qingshan instructed Zhang Yilin.
The old man had left a set of needles in the medical room when he was alive. It was his greatest legacy.
It was a set of silver needles.
However, Song Qingshan believed that if he chose acupuncture treatment, he would be able to cure the disease.
There were three types of needles in Chinese medicine.
Steel needles, silver needles, gold needles.
Under normal circumstances, most of the Chinese medicine practitioners who were alive now used silver needles that had been passed down from generation to generation.
This was because the silver needles had the effect of killing bacteria and absorbing toxins.
It wouldn't rust or change its appearance.
However, there were also disadvantages. The silver needles were not sharp enough, and it was difficult to enter the mouth. The needle opening was too big, and it was not easy to recover.
As for the steel needles.
In ancient times, it was difficult to make needles because the steel-making technology was not up to standard.
Therefore, there was basically nothing.
As for the golden needle, it was just a legend. The old Chinese doctors could not afford to use it.
Only in the Imperial Academy of Medicine in ancient times.
Only then would there be one or two sets of golden needles specially used for the emperor, the princes, and the ministers.
This was also the best acupuncture needle.
This was because golden needles would not change according to the weather and the four seasons.
It was also suitable for human body temperature.
The patient would only feel a slight pain when the needle was inserted into the body. The needle would not deteriorate and would not cause side effects.
However, there was also a small drawback.
Gold is too soft.
It was a great test of a doctor's skills.
Song Qingshan prayed in his heart, hoping that the system would be able to fill in the gaps and reward him with a set of golden needles.
As for the super powerful technique used…
The Eight Techniques of the Turtle Spirit and the Nine Needles of Returning Yang were considered the pinnacle of acupuncture techniques in the Chinese medical world.
The system reward immediately maxed out.
Song Qingshan didn't even need to study to reach perfection.
"Alright, Master. I'll get it for you.”
When Zhang Yilin heard his master's words, he quickly went to his consultation room and locked the evidence in the cabinet as a treasure.
He often took it out to admire.
However, he had never used it before, and it was rare to see his master Song Qingshan use acupuncture to treat patients.
They could feast their eyes today.
Zhang Yilin looked both excited and expectant.
"Not only is your medical skills brilliant, but your medical ethics are also admirable.”
"It's such a cold day, and Old Sir is so old. It's really touching that he went just like that.”
"How about this, Old Sir, please wait a moment. I'll make an exception today and use the car in the factory to bring Old Sir over.”
Manager Yang looked at Song Qingshan and said with a touched expression.
After saying that, he hurriedly walked out of the medical room.
Such beautiful words.
Song Qingshan just listened and didn't take it to heart.
He, Manager Yang, was a person who followed the rules.
During special times.
He wouldn't have been dragged down from his horse to sweep the streets.
Ten minutes later.
An old-fashioned car stopped at the entrance of the medical room.
Zhang Yilin held a small box in one hand and helped Song Qingshan out of the car with the other.
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On the other side.
Shazhu carried the Deaf Old Lady on her back and Yi Zhonghai followed beside her.
The two of them were rushing to the courtyard.
She was already late for work.
In this era, it was a very serious matter to be absent from work for no reason.
Not only would his salary be deducted.
He would also be punished.
However, when Yi Zhonghai went to the hospital again, he had already instructed a disciple to apply for leave for him and Shazhu.
Therefore, he was not in a hurry.
The two of them walked very slowly.
The Deaf Old Lady had been making a ruckus the whole morning, but she didn't sleep much at night.
At this moment, he was already asleep on Silly Pillar's back.
"Look, this old lady is really big-hearted. She tortured him half to death, but he's sleeping quite soundly now.”
Silly Zhu turned his head and looked at the deaf old lady who was sleeping soundly.
His tone was a little resentful.
"Everyone has their old age. Be more tolerant. The old lady is a blessed person.”
"Although he has no children, he has a good relationship with people in the courtyard and treats both of us well. He must know how to repay kindness.”
"Do you think it's a pillar?"
Yi Zhonghai's words were both a moral kidnapping and a subtly instilling the idea of letting others retire into their old age.
This was to let Silly Zhu know clearly.
As long as she treated him well in the future, she had to support herself in her old age.
"There are only two elderly people in our courtyard. The old lady is indeed blessed, unlike Old Man Song who no one cares about. No one will know when she dies of old age in the house.”
Silly Zhu was also very understanding.
he said, following Yi Zhonghai's words.
"Isn't there a country girl living with him now?”
"Yi Zhonghai is talking about Qin Huairu, she…”
"Heh, speak of the devil. Why is she here?”
Silly Zhu wanted to explain to Yi Zhonghai about Qin Huiru.
He raised his head.
She happened to see Qin Huairu walking over.
Silly Zhu immediately grinned.
It was really fate.
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