The boss of fast time travel, she is a bug

Chapter 189 141. Yunhe Mental Hospital (28)

In Ward 888, Grandpa Zhang quietly guarded Yiyu's side, looking at Yiyu with eyes full of love.

And with an imperceptible nostalgia and stubbornness.

Suddenly, the door of the ward was pushed open by someone, and the person shouted loudly, "Old Zhang, I heard that your grandson is sick again?"

The visitor had silver hair, but his whole body was full of energy. He looked only in his fifties, and his voice was like a bell, full of vigor.

When Lao Zhang saw that person, he quickly glanced at Yi Yu to make sure he was not awakened, ran over, stopped the person, and shouted in a low voice, "Old Zhou, you are going to die, you woke up my grandson, see if I don't hit him!" kill you."

Lao Zhou didn't take Lao Zhang's threats seriously at all. He pushed Lao Zhang away, walked to Yi Yu's hospital bed, looked at the unconscious Yi Yu, pulled a bench over by himself, sat down, and started Pulse diagnosis.

It seems that he really has the posture of a genius doctor.

Seeing Lao Zhou's serious look, Lao Zhang didn't care about Lao Zhou's loud noise just now, and stood quietly aside, watching Lao Zhou with worry, frowning and thinking for a while.

Lao Zhang was so anxious that he couldn't help asking, "How is it, how is it?"

Like an expert in the world, Lao Zhou glanced at Lao Zhang, withdrew his hand to check his pulse, and stroked his non-existent beard.

"Old man, I have been in the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years. I have treated eight thousand patients if not ten thousand. Based on my rich experience in medical practice, I am sure that he is in a coma. I only need to give him seven to seven 49 needles, and he will definitely wake up. .”

Lao Zhou nodded his head confidently, with his closed eyes sneaking glances at Lao Zhang from time to time, no matter how he looked at him, he looked like a charlatan.

But after Lao Zhang heard it, he believed it very much, "Then you do it quickly!"

"Young man, too impetuous."

Lao Zhou glanced at Lao Zhang in disgust, and then untied his hospital gown.

He took out a pair of silver needles from his back waist, and quietly looked through the glass on the ward door to make sure no one was passing by.

The young man with white hair, Grandpa Zhang, also disliked the silver needle he took out from nowhere.

He also muttered, "Don't smoke my precious grandson."

Lao Zhou pretended he didn't hear it, took a silver needle, looked at Yiyu's head, determined the position, and rushed straight to the top of his head.

In less than 10 minutes, the top of Yiyu's head was covered.

Even the fingers were pierced with silver needles, a total of seventy-seven and forty-nine.

No more, no less.

After finishing the piercing, Lao Zhou sat on the chair beside him out of breath, as if he had exhausted a lot of energy.

He also took the time to say, "I'll wake up in half an hour."

Lao Zhang looked distressed at his grandson who was covered in needles, and asked suspiciously, "Really?"

That expression of distrust deeply hurt Lao Zhou's eyes.

He didn't bother to catch his breath anymore, "Old Zhang, I have practiced medicine for hundreds of years and have countless experiences, yet you don't believe me!"

Looking at the excited Lao Zhou, Grandpa Zhang quickly apologized, "No, you are a miracle doctor, we all know that, I'm just worried about my grandson."

Old Zhou snorted softly, "It's good that you know."

After finally comforting Lao Zhou, when he turned around, Lao Zhang saw his precious grandson convulsing and foaming at the mouth.

He shouted excitedly, "Old Zhou, what's wrong with my grandson!"

Lao Zhou was confident and calm, "Don't worry, this is detoxification, which means that your grandson will wake up soon!"

As he said that, he took out a longer silver needle from nowhere, and was about to find a good place to start.

At this moment, a burst of exclamation sounded at the door, "Ah! Doctor, help me, you're killing someone!"

This exclamation made Lao Zhou's hand tremble in fright, and he stabbed it in the wrong place. Yiyu foamed more at the mouth, and his whole body twitched even more violently.

Lao Zhang turned his head to look over, and saw that a passing nurse was frightened.

Unexpectedly, when he turned his head again, he saw Lao Zhou's hands shaking and Zhacuo's panicked appearance.

"Old Zhou, what are you doing!"

Lao Zhang really didn't expect that Lao Zhou, who is a genius doctor, would miss his hand and make his grandson look like this.

When the flustered old Zhou was about to make amends, the doctors, nurses and nurses who got the news rushed in. Those who rescued people were responsible for saving people, and those who confiscated the tools of the crime were confiscated. The division of labor was extremely clear and well-trained.

Of course, someone informed the parents, ah bah, dean.

When Xia Wen received the news and came to Ward 888, what he saw were two old people standing side by side obediently against the wall at the door, one worriedly looking in, the other lowered his head in shame, not knowing where what to think.

Seeing Xia Wen, the nurse guarding the door rushed over to greet him and told Xia Wen what had happened.

At the end of the sentence, "Dr. Qian is in the rescue."

By the way, Dr. Qian is the only surgeon in Yunhe Mental Hospital. At the beginning, the old director spent a lot of effort to invite this doctor of medicine. The salary is three times that of other hospitals. Doctor Qian stayed here.

According to the old dean, the mental hospital needs an excellent surgeon to prevent the embarrassment of patients being injured and not being healed.

In fact, apart from the high salary and leisurely work, the old director even waved his hand and equipped Dr. Qian with a lot of medical equipment, which can be said to be very complete.

This is also the reason why Dr. Qian was able to stay in the mental hospital for ten years.

The inside was still busy saving people, and Xia Wen didn't bother her. She looked at the two old men outside the door, was very curious, and asked, "Grandpa Zhou, can you tell me why you gave Yiyu an injection?" ?"

With so many roots pierced, Yiyu's world is already miserable. To be honest, Xia Wen really wants to see what his head full of silver needles looks like.

Lao Zhou glanced at Xia Wen inexplicably, and replied confidently, "Of course I did it to treat his illness."

Xia Wen: ...

He's just in a coma, and it's not like he can't wake up. What kind of illness do you need to treat!

It is Yiyufu's fate not to put people to death!
As he said that, Lao Zhou seemed to be in high spirits again, and talked eloquently, "I have practiced medicine for hundreds of years, but I have never missed a hand. If it wasn't for that little girl's blah, I would have cured Boy Yi long ago, but they still haven't confiscated it." My silver needle!"

As he said that, Lao Zhou had deep resentment.

Xia Wen: ...

She took the liberty to ask, "Grandpa Zhou, how old are you?"

"I'm 76 years old."

So, this is a 76-year-old man who has practiced medicine for a century.

Xia Wen really didn't know what to say, she really didn't understand why she had to be serious with the patient.

Perhaps it was the abnormalities of those few patients that made her feel a little overwhelmed.

Xia Wen politely returned a smile, and was about to end such a meaningless topic.

But Lao Zhou seemed to suddenly become interested, and even showed off with Xia Wen.

(End of this chapter)