Chapter 472 Do you want to complain? How about I hang myself in front of your house?
Seeing that the traffic jam was severe, Luo Hao contacted Chen Yong and simply got out of the car and walked over.
"Why so many cars?" Luo Hao was a little confused.
"Maybe someone knew that my master was here and came to ask for the signature." Chen Yong said casually.
"???"
Luo Hao looked at the rows of luxury cars and was a little surprised. Although there is no shortage of good and luxurious cars in the Imperial Capital, it is extremely rare for colleagues to appear in such a large gathering.
As I walked along, I saw a bunch of people clustered together in the distance.
"Chen Yong, is that it?"
Chen Yong glanced at it from a distance and nodded. He wasn't surprised, he seemed to be used to it.
The crowd had some rules. Although it was different from what was filmed in the movie, a certain degree of organization could be seen.
I don’t know which big boss he is, Luo Hao thought to himself.
Being able to find this old man who once worked at No. 209 in the first place is truly a gift of a master.
Luo Hao suddenly remembered something and pulled Chen Yong, "Chen Yong, don't people usually go to your master's back mountain?"
"I can't get in."
"Oh?" Luo Hao thought of the fog that day.
"You don't understand even after I tell you, let me go and have a look."
"I'm just a cheater. It's best if I can make a living. If I can't, I'll accept it." came a confident voice.
Chen Yong's pace involuntarily accelerated.
He raised his hand to separate the crowd. The young people outside looked at Chen Yong coldly, "Please go around."
The young man's tone was very cold, and his body was like a stone, not shaking at all.
When Chen Yong was about to say something, Luo Hao stopped him and said, "Old man, Chen Yong and I are here."
"Hey, I knew you were reliable!" the old man's smiling voice came out, "I've borrowed it before, my kid came to take me to see a doctor."
"Old man, do you have any eye problems?" one person asked.
"Colleagues, I know several directors very well." Another person agreed.
"Old man, please wait a moment."
Chen Yong's master did not wear a vest or shorts this time, but staggered out wearing a dirty polo shirt.
It looks... a bit too casual.
At first glance, there is no trace of immortality. He looks like an ordinary middle-aged man, the kind who comes from a poor family, is lazy, and doesn't even wash his face.
Luo Hao knew that the old man working at No. 209 was quite old, but outsiders couldn't tell.
Institute 209 was established in 1958, and he should be one of the first members.
As for when he left, Boss Zhou didn't say, and Luo Hao didn't ask.
"Old man." Luo Hao bowed and stretched out his hand.
"I'm not so polite. I can't see clearly." The old man said very bluntly, as if he didn't even see Luo Hao's stretched out hand, and his eyes were white.
"The market has been good these days, but I have been studying too much, and my eyes have problems. The five colors are blinding, and I am honest."
"When the market is good, just make money. What's the use of research? You said the same is true for you. I don't know how old I am. With a mortal body, it's pretty good that this stinky skin can survive until now. How dare he cause such trouble." Chen Yong babbled.
"What do you know? Diligence is better than playfulness."
"..." Luo Hao found it hard to believe that this person actually regarded stocks as a "career".
The karma of the karma is still about the same.
Behind the old man was a tall, thin, middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a pair of rimless glasses.
His expression was a little serious, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Old man, let's go."
"Yeah."
"This... sir, where are you going?" a middle-aged man in his thirties asked quickly.
"Guang'anmen Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine."
"Ah?" The middle-aged man in his thirties was stunned, "Didn't the old man say he has eye problems?"
Eye disease, old gods, stocks, Guang'anmen Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, these words cannot be combined at all.
No matter how determined he was when he came, the middle-aged man in his thirties also had some doubts at this time.
The old immortal couldn't get sick, but when he got sick, he couldn't cure it himself, and even Ren couldn't get his name.
Did he admit the wrong person?
Although he thinks so, the middle-aged man in his thirties still maintains respect for the elderly, even if it is only superficial.
"Hello, Guang'anmen, Xiaoluo, can you do it?" the old man asked leisurely.
"I don't know, I haven't done it for many years."
"Oh, that's fine."
"..." Luo Hao was speechless, couldn't the old man understand?
Chen Yong was even more surprised, "Hey, Luo Hao, those are my master's eyes. Find a colleague's expert to look at them."
"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand." The old man scolded.
Luo Hao grinned. Finally, someone told Chen Yong to stop talking nonsense.
"Master."
"Look, I said the stock market can rise! It's finally rising, it's rising!!" The old man's face turned red with excitement.
Luo Hao had no time and did not dare to slander the old man.
The last time we met, she told me what was on her mind.
Following what Chen Yong said, Luo Hao tried to calm himself down and enter meditation.
My heart went blank, wondering what else he could "see".
"Ronald, you don't have to do this on purpose." The old man patted Luo Hao on the back, "Nowadays, the traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture treatment of eye diseases has almost been lost, and the femtosecond of Western medicine is not serious.
I had no choice but to contact the office, but the person sent was still you. ”
"Inside the place?" Chen Yong noticed this word.
"Don't ask blindly." The old man scolded, "Just give me a couple of needles and relax. The golden needle extraction technique is very simple."
"..."
Luo Hao sighed and took two random injections? Isn't that a joke?
Guang'anmen Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine should have reservations about specific equipment. Someone from the hospital has already contacted him, so Luo Hao didn't worry about it.
Since the old gentleman passed away a few years ago, those specific equipment should still be retained.
Luo Hao realized one thing - the equipment should always have a backup, otherwise there would be no thought of it in the future.
Besides, not all patients can solve their problems with phacoemulsification and femtosecond laser.
Although I didn't learn skills from Mr. Youzhi, I only have this little skill of acupuncture and moxibustion, but I can't let it go in my own hands.
"Are you the only one who knows it?"
Luo Hao's thoughts didn't disappear, so the old man asked further.
"..." Luo Hao sighed, do immortal cultivators have such no sense of boundaries?
He suddenly understood what the Southerners meant by that sense of the border.
"The sense of boundaries you mentioned is not important. Quickly cure my illness. Ronaldinho, you don't know how difficult it is for me to get sick."
"Is it difficult?" Luo Hao thought in his mind.
He found that it was also beneficial to communicate with the elderly to save him from vomiting.
The old man's face turned red.
It's toothache in the front and cataracts in the back.
Emotions are sick regardless of whether the stock market is good or bad.
The middle-aged man in his thirties was silent when he saw Luo Hao, but the old man kept chattering one sentence after another, and the feeling of unreliability in his heart became more and more obvious.
"Is it him?" asked a middle-aged man in his thirties, "Why doesn't it feel like it."
"It should be, but I also think... I'll ask again." The person next to him replied in a low voice.
While talking, he came to the car at the front.
Although the middle-aged man in his thirties didn't believe it, he still jogged a few steps, opened the car door, and said respectfully, "Mr. Qiu, please."
Your surname is Qiu?
Only then did Luo Hao know Master Chen Yong's surname.
"I'm just a performer, not an old gentleman." Mr. Qiu waved his hand and walked beside Luo Hao, "My calculations are not accurate. They are all small tricks of performing arts. There are many great masters in the imperial capital. You can't help me." What do you want me to do?”
A middle-aged man in his thirties watched Mr. Qiu walk past him. There were still some soup stains on his polo shirt, which looked particularly eye-catching.
"Mr. Qiu."
"What's wrong, it's just a surname. I've even forgotten it myself." Mr. Qiu waved his hand, "When I entered the institute that year, I had to register. In autumn, I just said my surname was Qiu. In fact, I don't even remember my surname. .”
Depend on.
Luo Hao was speechless, this was too casual.
"How much have you learned?" Mr. Qiu asked.
"Mr. Qiu, I tell the truth. Mr. Youzhi taught me twice and treated a patient twice."
"Oh, you call it internship, right?"
"Yes, internship. Nowadays, phacoemulsification and femtosecond laser are widely used in Western medicine, and there are large private hospitals like Aier in ophthalmology. Acupuncture and moxibustion are indeed rare."
"Try, I can trust you."
"What should I do if I mess up?" Luo Hao spread his hands.
"Don't worry, I can't go blind."
"???" Luo Hao could feel that Mr. Qiu's intention was not to comfort him, but that nothing would happen to his eyes.
I don’t know if it’s through cultivation or if it’s calculated.
Both he and Chen Yong were talking attentively, and Luo Hao couldn't understand.
After calling a car, Chen Yong asked Liu Yiyi and Zhuang Yan to follow him, and then pulled Mr. Qiu into the car.
A row of luxury cars looked on eagerly.
"Master, I'm not talking about you."
After getting in the car, Chen Yong scolded him fiercely with a straight face.
"You, shut up."
"You're already sick, why can't you save your worries?" Chen Yong not only didn't shut up, but his expression became more and more fierce.
"Okay, okay, no matter how fierce you are, I can't see you. My eyes are really hard to use these days when I stare at my phone. Oh, tell me, what are you doing with your life?" Mr. Qiu sighed.
"Then if you don't practice hard, you'll get over the tribulation sooner."
“I won’t let you in.”
"!!!"
One sentence, like thunder, hit Luo Hao on the head.
Does the institute still care about this? !
The research institute that Mr. Qian founded back then dealt with so many things.
"What are you doing with your free time? Like you? Pink skull, I've long been tired of it, the stock market is good." Mr. Qiu said with a smile, "The world is boring, you have to make a living. Why don't you tell me that the institute won't let you, I don’t know when it will be.”
"Mr. Qiu, your body?" Luo Hao only said half a sentence.
"It's okay. Let's go for acupuncture to remove the obstruction and minor surgery. I saw Tang Youzhi perform it on my senior brother decades ago." Luo Hao really had nothing to say to him.
Every sentence is like listening to a story.
"Tang Youzhi was still young at that time. He was making money in the capital city. There were so many people in the clinic in the capital city before they were liberated." Mr. Qiu told the story.
Learn skills in the imperial capital, become famous in Jinmen, but make money in the magical capital?
Luo Hao remembered the time when an old neurosurgery veteran performed an operation on a small goldfish.
It was really easy to make money at that time, unlike now. Now, whenever you make some money, someone will point your finger at you. Luo Hao found it a bit ridiculous that these people were holding people's thighs and calling them "Daddy Ma".
When they arrived at Guang'anmen Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, someone contacted Luo Hao.
"Luo Hao, are you familiar with him?" Chen Yong looked surprised.
"When I came back from the United States, I was going to call 912, so I walked into the center. This... must be someone from the center, and I don't know him either."
"..."
"There's not much to do if the medical team comes together. It's just a matter of giving the astronauts a physical examination and making some comments and solving some problems."
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"???" Chen Yong was stunned.
"The salary in the institute is good, Chen Yong, you can consider it." Mr. Qiu said.
Chen Yong nodded and said nothing else.
Follow the staff to the 12th floor and open a room. Someone has already prepared a box in the room.
Luo Hao felt a little sad.
A few years ago, Mr. Yuzhi was telling himself the key points of acupuncture and moxibustion in a slow voice, but now he can no longer see it.
"Xiao Ge, you're still here!" Mr. Qiu greeted the person in charge familiarly when he saw him.
"Mr. Qiu, please stop joking. With just one word, I almost didn't go to Naihe Bridge to report." The leader smiled and said, "Just ask Luo Hao to fix the little problem for you."
Mr. Qiu lay down and kept talking and laughing with the people in the room.
Luo Hao was in trouble.
"Little Luo, what are you thinking about?" Mr. Qiu asked.
"The needle extraction surgery says there is an incision, but it is only 2mm, and no stitches are needed. Most patients are not anesthetized, so the old man gave the teacher anesthesia, but he never taught me." Luo Hao said helplessly.
"As long as it's not repairing your teeth, I'll be fine." Mr. Qiu said, "Just do it."
Luo Hao was a little suspicious. He was still hearing Mr. Qiu's screams and baring his teeth and claws while Hua Xi was in his mouth.
That day, I was almost beaten to death by Mr. Qiu.
"Okay." Luo Hao breathed a sigh of relief, opened the still warm wooden box, and stretched out his hand.
"Hey, don't you disinfect?" Chen Yong stopped Luo Hao.
"Mr. Yuzhi didn't teach me." Luo Hao twisted a golden needle and moved his wrist slightly. The golden needle seemed to make a buzzing sound.
"Use an assistant?"
"No, it's very simple." Luo Hao said, "Sometimes I even think it's easier to use than phacoemulsification and femtosecond laser. At least it's faster than femtosecond laser."
"Then why can't it be carried out?"
Chen Yong didn't take action, and trembled as he watched Luo Hao pierce the golden needle into the corner of his master's eye.
How scary.
But this time, the master didn't yell or call out. He just chatted with the acquaintances around him, just like Guan Yunchang who was scraping bones to cure poison.
"The ancient Chinese medicine books say that the success rate of golden needle obstruction removal surgery is 45 out of 10, which may be caused by the lens pushing into the vitreous body. If the lens epidermis is not broken, it is good. If the epidermis is broken, it will inevitably react with the surrounding tissues, and the operation will be difficult. failed.”
"Since then, the old man has made improvements, and the equipment is also specially made to hook out the lens. In this way, the success rate has increased to more than 90%."
"Mr. Qiu, stop talking now and give me two minutes."
"Tang Youzhi only said that he was not allowed to cough, but not that he was not allowed to chat. On the day my senior brother had the operation in Shanghai, the two of us just talked about a few things, and Tang Youzhi completed the operation for a long time."
"How can I not be as good as Mr. Youzhi? Please understand." Luo Hao smiled, twisting the golden needle in his hand.
Mr. Qiu just said that and shut up and stopped talking.
"At that time, before Mr. Youzhi performed the gold needle extraction on the teacher, his blood pressure was extremely high and the fundus arteries were congested."
"Holy shit, this works too." Chen Yong was surprised, "How did you cure it later?"
"Just lower blood pressure and it will be fine. If you use Western medicine to do it, everyone will understand if it fails; if you use traditional Chinese medicine to do it, it will be too stressful if it fails."
"It's not very reliable now." Chen Yong told the truth.
"The upper limit of Western medicine is not high, but the lower limit is high; the upper limit of Chinese medicine is extremely high, but the lower limit is also extremely low." Luo Hao sighed, and the golden needle in his hand kept moving, "The old gentleman told me, he said it's a pity Yes, he is only proficient in ophthalmic acupuncture.”
As he said that, Luo Hao's hand suddenly moved, "Okay."
The golden needle was pulled out and the lens was brought out.
Chen Yong was dumbfounded, this must be too fast. What did Luo Hao do? It seems that nothing has been done, but the cloudy glass body on the gold needle is really there.
The operation must have been completed, and it was completed during Luo Hao's gossip time.
"Mr. Qiu, please don't move yet. I'll put on a blindfold for you."
"No need." Mr. Qiu refused, "It's really no need. That's what Tang Youzhi said when he performed acupuncture on my senior brother."
"Are you sure?"
"Don't worry, you bunch of doctors are really getting better and better as you live longer." Mr. Qiu scolded, "Before liberation, I saw some doctors kicking patients out of their homes, telling them not to die at home, it was bad luck."< br>
"Now that we are liberated, it is the people who treat diseases and save lives. Everyone is equal, this is not the old society." Luo Hao explained.
"I'm not going to complain against you. How about I complain once? Hang him in front of your hospital?"
"..."
Luo Hao's hand shook.
"Indeed, you are right, people who threaten doctors before the operation is over... Hahaha, go on, I was just kidding."
Luo Hao then took out another gold needle and took out the lens of the other eye in a few minutes.
"Okay, I can see things very clearly now." Mr. Qiu stood up and looked around.
"Mr. Qiu..."
"Don't worry, I told you everything will be fine." Mr. Qiu patted Luo Hao's shoulder hard, "I'll pray for you when you get back, and I'll pay for the consultation fee."
Pray!
Luo Hao looked at the luck value of praying. Mr. Qiu took one shot, which was more effective than Chen Yong's two levels of continuous praying.
"Thank you, Mr. Qiu."
"After all, Chen Yong is still just an apprentice. He has just started and his merits are not enough." Mr. Qiu said with a smile, "Then I'm leaving."
"Mr. Qiu!" the leader in the institute said quickly.
"Don't look for me, I won't go back." Mr. Qiu waved his hand without looking back, disappearing like a gust of wind.
The man chased after him, but as soon as he turned a corner, Mr. Qiu disappeared.
Looking around, there was no trace of Mr. Qiu. He sighed, shook his head, said hello to Luo Hao, then turned and left.
"Your master just left?"
"No, I agreed to treat you to dinner tonight." Chen Yong said with a smile.
"Wall penetration?"
"Have you finished watching the cartoon? It's just a little trick, can't you see through it?"
Luo Hao shook his head.
After walking out of Guang'anmen Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, Luo Hao looked around, but still didn't see Mr. Qiu.
At this time, Liu Yiyi and Zhuang Yan just got out of the car.
"Chen Yong, where is your master?" Liu Yiyi asked.
"The surgery is over, I'm going out to buy a bottle of water." A voice suddenly appeared behind Luo Hao.
Luo Hao subconsciously made a defensive move. This old gentleman was so elusive, it was really scary.
"Is the operation done?!" Zhuang Yan was stunned.
"Yeah, it only takes a few minutes."
"How~~how~~how did you do it?" Zhuang Yan's voice began to tremble.
"Pierce the golden needle in, hook it into the lens, and pull it out."
"..." Zhuang Yan was about to cry but had no tears.
"I'll teach you when I get the chance next time." Luo Hao was a little helpless. At that time, he was only nervous and completely forgot about Zhuang Yan.
"Senior brother~~~"
"I turned around and told the boss that we should make a copy of the equipment and keep it in the medical team." Luo Hao said.
"Huh?"
Zhuang Yan herself was stunned. Does her senior brother pamper her so much?
Just dream.
"The old man taught me the craftsmanship. Regardless of whether others know it or not, I want to pass it on." Luo Hao later explained.
"Let's go and eat. I'm hungry." Mr. Qiu said anxiously.
Luo Hao looked at the red-faced old man in front of him and felt an inexplicable tearing feeling in his heart.
It's not too much for the old god, who doesn't know how old he is, to call him "old man", but he obviously looks like he's only in his forties, so the most he can call him is "teacher".
"Master, go eat sweet potato noodles." Chen Yong took Mr. Qiu's arm and was very affectionate. "This is my girlfriend, Liu Yiyi, who is going to get the certificate. Didn't you remember the last time I came to have my teeth repaired? Live?”
"Remember, your destiny is not bad." Mr. Qiu laughed and looked up at Liu Yiyi.
Liu Yiyi was a little shy, and she didn't know what to say.
But before she could speak, Mr. Qiu waved, "Tail number 7986."
"Master, when did you call for a taxi?"
"Just now, weren't you in a hurry to eat?"
"..."
"..."
Luo Hao quite admired this old man, especially since he planned to pray for himself again as a medical fee.
Or else we have to say that people from the old society are knowledgeable and know how much money doctors earn.
Luo Hao was thinking wildly.
"Oh, by the way, Mr. Qiu, I have a friend who can eat with us?" Luo Hao asked.
"Who is it?"
"Brothers who live in the same dormitory, it's hard to come to the imperial capital. I have to visit the bosses tomorrow, so I'm afraid I won't have time." Luo Hao was a little embarrassed.
"It's okay. Let's eat together. It will be lively when there are more people."
……
"Are you Director Ge from Institute 209?" A middle-aged man in his thirties then came to the clinic of Guang'anmen Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
He found it extremely accurately.
"I am, you must be the youngest of the Qi family, you are already so old."
"Director Ge, where was the old gentleman just now?"
"I'm leaving after the operation."
"Done?!" The middle-aged man in his thirties was stunned. "Isn't it cataract surgery?"
"Yes, Ronaldinho inserted a gold needle and pulled out the lens with two twists. The operation is really simple. If I have cataracts in the future, I will not go to colleagues and go directly to Ronaldinho." Director Ge said with a smile.
The youngest of the Qi family was dumbfounded.
(End of chapter)