Chapter 504 The ultimate way to drink
Traditional Chinese medicine, cataracts.
These two words don’t match in the minds of ordinary people, at least in Shen Zizai’s cognition.
Luo Hao nodded and briefly told the story.
It mainly talks about the operation process, and does not mention the old man.
Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine was extremely excited to hear it.
Originally, Shen Zizai was sitting in the middle, Luo Hao and Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine were sitting on both sides of him, and Director Qin was excited to pull Shen Zizai aside.
He first sat next to Luo Hao, in Shen Zizai's position. Later, when he felt something was wrong, Director Qin stood up and bent his waist.
But the lumbar spine made a creaking sound, overwhelmed by Director Qin's old waist in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. But he did not sit down, but respectfully held the disciple's courtesy.
In the end, his body couldn't stand it anymore, so Director Qin squatted directly beside Luo Hao.
This behavior shocked Luo Hao, Shen Zizai and everyone.
"Director Qin, what are you doing? Get up." Luo Hao stood up in fright, but his arm was grabbed by Director Qin.
"Little Luo, Xiao Luo, I used to know that the teacher's cataract was treated by traditional Chinese medicine dysfunction. Others don't believe it, but I believe it."
"You also know what traditional Chinese medicine has become in the past few years."
"Old Qin, what you said is like what you Chinese medicine does. One is darker than the other, no one does serious things at all. Who did you do the double-blind experiment?!" Shen Zizai said contemptuously.
"Shut up!" Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine did not spoil Shen Zizai at all. "This time we will do a double-blind experiment, just because we are afraid that you don't have so many patients."
After saying that, Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine turned around, the seriousness on his face turned into a smile, and looked at Luo Hao.
"Old Qin, ask you a question." Shen Zizai said with a smile.
"What's the problem?"
"There are two little bees, one flying high and called Gaofeng, what is the other one called?" Shen Zizai smiled evilly.
"What? Don't make trouble. I'll ask Professor Luo for serious matters." Director Qin was a little unhappy.
"The other one is the current situation of your Chinese medicine. None of them is serious. The things left by our ancestors are a disaster. If you add the ingredients of Western medicine into it, you will sell it ten times more. It's a problem." Shen Zizai scolded.
"Call the low-bee?" Luo Hao looked at Shen Zizai, gave an answer, and gave Shen Zizai a step.
"Call lowbee."
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"Professor Luo, I thought the old gentlemen's methods of defying the heavens and changing their destiny disappeared." Director Qin did not listen to Shen Zizai's cold joke at all. He squatted in front of Luo Hao, and he had already said clearly in his eyes.
"How could it be that someone in Guang'anmen can do it, but in the current medical environment, no one dares to do it." Luo Hao explained.
"Professor Luo, Professor Luo, please accept me as your apprentice."
"???"
"!!!"
Shen Zizai looked at Director Qin of the Chinese Medicine Department squatting in front of Luo Hao and was stunned for a moment.
Director Qin is not an ordinary director.
Other directors may be famous doctors in the province and have their own backstage, so even Dean Zhuang is a little afraid.
But when it comes to surgery, diagnosis and treatment, they can only be young followers and follow the boss to the imperial capital and the magic capital.
To be honest, the awesome medical giants in the province have been dragged by the Southern District, and the people who stayed are of average level.
But Director Qin is an exception.
Originally, he would have to be the director of a marginal department without showing off. He is well-known among the people, but he definitely can't become a climate.
However, after the epidemic, several big shots in the province and city coughed severely after a fever and could hardly work. It is said that during the meeting, I kept coughing and couldn't work at all.
Later, President Zhuang had no choice but to take Director Qin to the province.
Try acupuncture. If it really doesn’t work, it’s fine. The First Hospital of Medical University has the ability to do this, no matter how many... it’s gone.
Not only President Zhuang, but others also don’t believe that Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine can do something. (Note)
But something magical happened. The cough, which was not easy to use, was magically cured.
There were other people who were very disdainful of traditional Chinese medicine, but after all, this was something that happened in front of us. Everyone believed it and asked Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine for acupuncture and physical therapy.
During that time, Director Qin became a dog.
I have to do hundreds of acupuncture every day in the department and go to the boss’ office after get off work.
But it was after that that, Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine began to become more transcendent in the hospital.
Although they are gentle, unwilling to cause trouble, and have no sense of existence, who dares to be sarcastic in this battle?
Director Qin was also vaguely put on a mysterious veil, and the more he spread it, the more evil it became.
What is the rumor? Director Qin himself didn't believe it in the end, so he could only smile helplessly.
But today, Director Qin squatted in front of Luo Hao. Shen Zizai had no doubt that as soon as Luo Hao let go, Director Qin knelt down and kowtowed Luo Hao twice according to the customs of the old society, and nailed the relationship to death.
"Director Qin, get up, get up, don't scare me." Luo Hao wanted to jump aside.
But Director Qin hugged Luo Hao's arm tightly, like a sloth, and was not ready to let go.
Even though Luo Hao was enhanced by digitalization, he was held tightly by Director Qin at this time and could not move at all.
Judging from this, Director Qin was preparing to hold Luo Hao with a stern face to hold his arm until the end of the day.
"Dongdongdongdongdong~"
Someone knocked on the door and then a middle-aged man in an executive jacket walked in.
"Qin..."
He was stunned to see the scene in front of him, and his chin almost hit his feet. God, what did you see!
"Director Li, wait a moment." Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine was unmoved at all. Since the topic has ended today, if I don't take this opportunity to finalize the matter, I will regret it for the rest of my life.
Even if the king of heaven comes to find him to acupuncture, he has to wait.
"Director Qin, get up."
"I don't! If you don't agree, I'll just squat." Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine said with confidence.
He said that, but he still held Luo Hao's arm tightly and refused to let go.
It's like a sloth whose brain has been crashed.
No matter how the people around him think or say, he refuses to let go until he gets the answer he wants.
"Director Qin, I originally wanted to pass it on. Since you have this meaning, that's right."
"???" Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine was stunned.
What did Professor Luo Haoluo say?
There are so many things that the older generation would rather bring into the coffin than be exposed.
It’s not just a joke to pass on your own to pass on your daughter.
Director Qin almost cried out with his adoptive father, and even if Luo Hao needed it, he could call him his own father.
"Don't really kneel down, otherwise we will be like each other. Besides, I can't bear it, right?"
"Add to bear..."
Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine saw Luo Hao's face sinking and stopped talking.
A second later, Director Qin said helplessly, "Little Luo, you can't stand up."
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Luo Hao smiled bitterly and pulled Director Qin up.
"I bent down to give the patient an injection every day, and the lumbar disc is protruding." Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine sighed.
"Or why don't you be busy first, and I will talk to you about acupuncture and dysfunction after finishing your work?"
"Okay, okay." Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine said yes repeatedly and hurriedly pulled the administrative jacket away.
Shen Zizai was silent and sat honestly in Director Qin's position.
"Little Luo, can you really teach me?"
"Of course, as long as Director Qin wants to learn it. I didn't have time to do acupuncture and dysfunction. If Director Qin can pass on this craft, it would be the best."
Shen Zizai tried to stop him several times, but after thinking about it carefully, Luo really didn't care about this thing.
It may be regarded as a treasure in others' eyes, but how much scientific research is in Luo's hand, how can he have time to think about traditional Chinese medicine?
"Little Luo, don't you have a Chinese medicine certificate?"
"Yes, but I can do it. The patients who did dysfunction surgery were also familiar with it at that time. He didn't care whether there was any evidence or not." Luo Hao explained.
Shen Zizai smiled and turned around to think of the scientific research he did with Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
Director Qin was not here, and Shen Zizai began to ask about the specific content of the double-blind experiment.
He is not a graduate or doctoral student who has graduated in recent years, and he is really unfamiliar with double-blind experiments.
Luo Hao was also not reluctant to teach him, saying whatever he had, and he told Shen Zizai everything about the double-blind experiment.
"What a pity." Shen Zi said after hearing this, "I used to ask Director Qin for acupuncture when I met patients with severe abdominal distension. To be honest, I don't believe in traditional Chinese medicine."
"Haha, Director, your opinion is a bit biased." Luo Hao said bluntly.
"Yes, I heard that the upper limit of traditional Chinese medicine is huge and the lower limit is infinitely low. I went back and thought about it before I roughly understood what was going on. Not to mention others, just Director Qin and his department have many doctors who can get the pulse number?"
"It's all a waste of time."
"I re-named the dead pulse when I was in school."
"Oh? That's not easy!" Luo Hao was surprised.
"At that time, our old director of traditional Chinese medicine was taking his pulse for himself while he was in class, and then suddenly sat down and told us that you all came to see my pulse and remembered carefully that this was the dead pulse." Luo Hao said seriously.
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"A few days later, the old man died without illness."
Luo Hao was a little confused, and Director Shen should not believe it.
"But now you see that Chinese medicine and Chinese medicine are all in trouble?! That person in Tianjin was just about to conduct a double-blind experiment and used scientific methods to prove it. Under great pressure, he had to give up."
Luo Hao suddenly understood what Director Shen meant and nodded slightly.
"Xi Hua, I heard from a friend that the old Chinese medicine expert who taught students moxibustion Zusanli, and his own Zusanli had a dent as big as a bowl."
"I also know that the old man is still here." Luo Hao smiled, "Moxibustion makes sense, but I don't know if it can be promoted."
"Xiao Luo, you said that if you want to regulate qi and solve the problem of abdominal distension after interventional surgery, can we... Forget it, it is someone else's business. I am old, but I don't have the energy." Shen Zizai smiled mockingly.
"That's not necessarily true. Double-blind experiments and paper writing will definitely see many people in the future. The data may not be eye-catching, but there will definitely be many people who come to ask for advice."
"I feel the same. You said that Chinese medicine is unreasonable? Our interventional surgery has little to do with the gastrointestinal tract. Some tumors are still deep, and necrosis and exudation must have nothing to do with the gastrointestinal tract, but it is liver depression and qi stagnation after the operation."
"Since Western medicine cannot cure it, then try traditional Chinese medicine."
"Try it, it's easy to use!" Shen Zizai raised his eyebrows and said loudly.
After chatting for half an hour, Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine hurried back, not knowing what he was doing.
When he came back, he looked at Luo Hao with a gaze. "Director Qin, sit, sit."
Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine sat down, his eyes still remained unchanged from Luo Hao.
"Let me go back and I will send you a set of golden needles made by the old man." Luo Hao said.
It was not until this time that Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine gradually calmed down.
"Little Luo, I don't understand one thing."
"Director, you said."
"Isn't this just like a fantasy novel? It's a kind of martial art with countless disciples below, but it has not been spread to the world of immortal cultivation."
"Haha." Luo Hao smiled, he understood what Director Qin meant in seconds.
"Let me say that, before the old man's acupuncture and dysfunction surgery was released, he needed a small yellow croaker for one surgery."
"Fuck!"
Shen Zizai cursed.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Luo Hao glanced at Chen Yong, "Here, Chen Yong and the others have no communication with ordinary people."
"Don't say that, Master Qi told me that the Tourism Bureau is now looking for them to have a meeting every few days, saying that the outside tourists must be satisfied, and that they cannot show their faces. They must be lucky enough to tell fortunes. Say something nice."
Shen Zizai felt it was ridiculous and laughed.
The Taoist priest of Funiu Mountain was actually under the jurisdiction of the Culture and Tourism Bureau, which Shen Zizai had never thought of.
"It's probably what it means. I have earned enough, who would like to show it to ordinary people. To be honest, we are socialist, otherwise the acupuncture and dysfunction removal technique will definitely be a unique skill in family history."
"But why didn't the old man spread that side?" Shen Zizai asked in confusion.
Luo Hao shook his head and said he didn't know.
I didn't know that Luo Hao only occasionally came into contact with some Chinese medicine content, but he did not have the idea of the direction of Chinese medicine in his examination.
When doing this acupuncture and dysfunctional removal technique was incorrect and the words were not satisfactory. Luo Hao saw that Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine was concerned, he handed over the skills to him.
"Director Qin, we have one thing to agree on in advance."
"Luo..." Director Qin concluded.
He didn't know what to call Luo Hao, but Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine really wanted to call him Master directly.
There is nothing embarrassing. Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine knows how much space this craft will have in the future.
Even if I can become a master of the generation by relying on the Golden Needle Extraction Technique.
Calling Master, it’s no loss.
Even if you don’t think about this, Ronaldo is likely to join the Academy of Engineering in the future. What’s wrong with him being trapped?
It is not the old society now, so Ronaldo will not treat himself as an apprentice, and create an old society dregs such as three years of learning and five years of service.
"First, you have to save every surgical record. I have a database to enter it regularly."
Luo Hao said something, but when he really talked about it, he said one, two, three, four, five with his fingers.
"Yeah, yeah." Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine nodded repeatedly.
"Second, how many students do you choose to pass on this craft? Don't turn it into your ancestral masterpiece."
"..." Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine was ashamed.
Speaking of which, there was really a moment when this thought flashed through my heart.
But you must not do this yourself!
Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine knows it well.
Do you take the acupuncture and dysfunction removal technique for yourself? Luo Luo is less than 30 years old. If he really does this, he will probably have to be given a urn.
He is so young and so generous. If he bullies Xiao Luo for these things... others will bully him, but Xiao Luo won't do it.
At least, it is highly likely that he can't survive Ronaldo.
The ancestor of the master is here, what private goods can he keep? It was really annoying. Xiao Luo took the Chinese medicine certificate directly and went to Guang'anmen to open a clinic.
"Don't worry, I will definitely pass on this craft." Director Qin nodded repeatedly.
"Actually, I'm thinking too much." Luo Hao said, "The robot should be able to do acupuncture and dysfunction before I retire."
"!!!"
Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine did not believe it, but there was no need to refute Luo Hao at this time. He looked at Luo Hao with a gaze, "Professor Luo, you will be my master in the future, so just let me call him Master."
"Don't let it go, it's not my skill. Director Qin, please call me "Junior Brother?"
"What do Director Shen think?"
"I'm sorry, I'll talk about myself. You call him brother and I call me junior brother, it doesn't matter." Luo Hao smiled.
The biggest thing happened, Luo Hao had no idea of hiding his own selfishness, and Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine was overjoyed.
After picking up the wine distributor, Director Qin began to distribute the wine.
It is obvious that he is willing to drink a few sips. Today, people feel refreshed when they are happy, so Director Qin has drunk a little more.
After half a pound of wine, Director Qin was already unable to drink.
"Director Qin, why not just do that." Luo Hao advised.
"No, I'm happy today. I haven't drunk enough, so I can drink half a pound." Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine waved and asked the waiter for two bottles of iced Coke and drank it directly.
"Drinking alcohol can lower sugar, drink some coke to replenish sugar, I want to have a good time today!"
"Director Qin, you can't drink this way."
"I'm sorry, you're still young, I don't know." Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine was already tall, and he shouted directly.
"Are you worried that drinking more carbonated drinks when drinking alcohol will cause intestinal flatulence? If you are seriously ill, you need to cut the intestines?"
Shen Zizai's mind moved, and it turned out that there was still this matter, and he didn't even know it.
Luo Hao nodded, "When I was intern in the imperial capital, I saw a patient who drank a lot of carbonated drinks after a meal and drank a lot of carbonated drinks. His stomach was bulging like a ball, causing 3-meter small intestine to be necrotic and almost died."
"There are some similar cases in my Union Medical Record Library."
"Hahahaha, then you really underestimate me." Director Qin laughed out loud.
"???"
Luo Hao was puzzled and saw Director Qin opening his hand. A doctor next to him stood up, took out an ancient box from his backpack, turned around and handed it to Director Qin's hand.
"I'll tell you, little... junior brother, this box is a scam. I took it out in the fresh market to remove the poison for a few days, and then took it out to pretend. What about traditional Chinese medicine? The more ancient and old it is, the more people believe it."
As he said that, Director Qin opened the box.
The box contains gold needles and a velvet backing, which looks regular.
"I am willing to drink Coke when I drink this. The first time I drink this, I feel bloated and very uncomfortable."
"But what are we doing."
Director Qin said, twisting a golden needle in the box and pricking it on his head.
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Except for the people in traditional Chinese medicine, everyone else was shocked.
There is a wine proverb that there are three types of people who are afraid of drinking - those who are braided, those who are blushing, and those who take pills.
Director Qin directly put a golden needle on his head, which is unique.
In a shocked gaze, Director Qin left a series of golden needles one after another.
"Ladies, I'm sorry." Director Qin said shirtlessly.
The head nurse and his nurse both covered their mouths and laughed secretly.
Director Qin, shirtless and covered in golden needles, burped a long time, "Free, this is the project we work with. I have a new insight recently, and the effect is much better than before."
After burping, Director Qin's belly became much smaller in the naked eye.
He picked up the iced Coke and drank it directly.
As Director Qin's movements, the golden needle on his body was shaking and looked quite strange.
Luo Hao's mind moved and began to consult Director Qin about the relevant content.
Luo Hao has not had much contact with traditional Chinese medicine, and Director Qin is still a famous doctor and has benefited a lot from chatting.
After a while, Luo Hao turned on AI to assist in diagnosis and did not see Director Qin having symptoms such as intestinal flatulence and alcohol poisoning, so he felt relieved.
"Little Luo, can drinking Coke really lead to intestinal necrosis?" Seeing that Director Qin was drunk, Shen Zizai looked for time to ask.
"Director, look at what you said. Drinking Coke will not cause intestinal necrosis..." Luo Hao was speechless.
If this is spread, it will definitely be passed on to Feibianzi.
"Hey, that's probably what it means. Tell me what it means."
"Wine wine contains a lot of ethanol, which causes certain damage to the gastrointestinal mucosa.
When the intestine has been damaged, and drinking a large amount of carbonated beverages, the carbonated beverage produces a large amount of gas accumulated in the intestines, which undoubtedly adds insult to the injury and further aggravates the damage to the intestines.
Coupled with the expansion of the intestinal duct, it eventually leads to intestinal ischemia and intestinal necrosis. ”
"Actually, it's nonsense to talk about toxicity without the dose, a lot of carbonated drinks..."
Luo Hao said, and saw Director Qin pick up again and then listen to the Coke being opened and poured it directly into it.
Well, Director Qin's dosage is close to the dose that can cause intestinal necrosis, but people are just fine with an injection and drinking alcohol and coke.
Luo Hao was a little excited, and this thing made some sense.
After the seat, Luo Hao got into the car that he came home.
He drank a little, but definitely not much, and no one forced Luo Hao to drink.
"Luo Hao." Chen Yong said, "Director Qin's box is too irregular. I'll turn around and you can send it to him."
"Does lightning strike the wood?"
"Yeah."
Chen Yong was also a little dazed.
The Taoist treasure of thunder strikes wood is so numerous that it can be used to make a box for people. Someone told Chen Yong a year ago that he would definitely not believe it.
"The golden needles raised by lightning strike wood Yun are likely to have a small amount of current. Don't all acupuncture now be powered?" Chen Yong said, "With lightning strike wood to nourish gold needles, Director Qin's level will be higher."
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Note: After a fever, acupuncture treatment for cough was something I saw. Well, it’s really impossible to explain. After all, I found many Chinese medicine masters to take the pulse at that time, and the pulse was very strange and there was no conclusion.
But our former chief dean was indeed cured by acupuncture and coughed, just once.
There are many other patients.
The principle is unknown. I asked the director of traditional Chinese medicine, but he didn't say it.
(This chapter ends)