Break out of the courtyard

At noon on February 2, 26 days had passed since Lao Zhang’s accident on New Year’s Day, and the Zhang family had a reunion dinner.

The meals were simple, including home-made white crucian carp soup, thick fish and radish porridge, as well as cabbage vermicelli and oily radish shreds from the canteen. The family all ate very happily.

After the meal, the family rushed Zhang Bing back to Xuanwu Hospital in the capital. The main reason was that the food provided by the hospital was much better than that in the canteen of the steel rolling mill, and they could not let others occupy his bed.

However, when they returned to Special Needs Ward 601, they met an acquaintance.

"Xuemin!" Ma Xiuzhen shouted in surprise.

The middle-aged man in military uniform who had helped Ma Xiuzhen arrange a job at Blue Sky Kindergarten was actually talking over bed No. 1!

"sister in law?"

Huang Xuemin looked at everyone who came in in surprise. After the Zhang family revealed Zhang Bing on the stretcher, Huang Xuemin said in surprise: "Platoon Leader Zhang is awake!"

As Huang Xuemin spoke, he stepped forward to help pick up Zhang Bing and put him on the bed, and soon discovered that Zhang Bing could not move.

"Who is Platoon Leader Zhang?" Huang Xuemin looked at Ma Xiuzhen in surprise.

Zhang Heping on the side smiled and said: "Uncle Huang, my dad has blood congestion in his head that compresses the nerves. He only woke up yesterday and can only move his eyes. If you want to talk to him, you can ask him to wink and wink at you."

Pfft!

The second sister, Zhang Pandi, couldn't hold back her laughter and quickly covered her mouth.

Huang Xuemin saw that the other members of the Zhang family were also smiling, guessing that Platoon Leader Zhang's illness would be cured, so he felt relieved and explained: "I went to see you at the Affiliated Hospital of the Steel Rolling Mill before, and the doctor there said that you should be transferred here. coming."

"However, when I went to the hospital here to ask, I couldn't find any information about Platoon Leader Zhang. It turns out that you are staying in this confidential ward."

"Uncle Huang, we happened to live here." After Zhang Heping briefly explained, he asked with a smile: "Uncle Huang, what is your relationship with Grandma Yang and Uncle Zhuang?"

Zhang Heping said this because he actually wanted to consolidate the relationship between his family and Huang Xuemin, because although the other party went to the hospital to inquire, he did not go to the courtyard to inquire.

From this point of view, the relationship between Huang Xuemin and Comrade Lao Zhang is not strong, or they may be unfamiliar.

Zhang Heping took a fancy to Huang Xuemin's ability to arrange work. He thought that his two sisters had graduated in 65, so he could implement their work before the wind blew up, so as not to go to the countryside to become educated youth.

At this moment, Zhang Heping guessed that Uncle Huang was here to give gifts, because there were many gifts on the bedside table of bed No. 1, and it was obvious that many people had been here in the morning.

Therefore, he planned to show his hand and help Uncle Zhuang, who was suffering from stroke and hemiplegia in the next bed, alleviate a little pain, but he would not completely cure it.

When the time comes, let Uncle Huang be the middleman to run errands and contribute, so as to gain some gratitude from Grandma Yang and Uncle Zhuang's family.

The most important thing is that stroke involves brain problems, and Zhang Heping wanted a person to practice and refer to.

"Um..." Huang Xuemin looked hesitantly at the silver-haired old lady behind him.

"We have a gay relationship with Xuemin!" Seeing that Zhang Heping did not say who was admitted to the special needs ward, Mrs. Yang deliberately did not make it clear about their relationship with Huang Xuemin.

"That's it!" Zhang Heping seemed to be disappointed and asked the family members to sit down. "I thought you were relatives and wanted to help Uncle Zhuang relieve his pain. Since you are not, you will definitely not believe me."

Seeing Zhang Heping picking up a copy of "The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic" and about to go out, Mrs. Yang stood up excitedly.

"Um, Sanwazi?" Mrs. Yang looked at Ermei Xie, and when she saw the other party nodded to confirm the title, she hurriedly asked: "Can you really relieve the pain of my old man?"

Mrs. Yang saw the whole process of Zhang Bing's awakening yesterday and believed what Xie Ermei said. The third son is very filial and has recently been learning medical skills to save his father.

Then, Zhang Bing really woke up.

When Mrs. Yang thinks about it, it doesn't hurt to try that massage and massage method. What if it succeeds?

Well, some people have the mentality of seeking medical attention in a hurry!

"Uncle Huang?" Zhang Heping handed the choice to Huang Xuemin.

In fact, Huang Xuemin didn't need to choose. Mrs. Yang had already grabbed Huang Xuemin's left arm with both hands and helped him choose, "Xuemin, it's okay. Our comradeship is greater than family ties. Isn't that right, Xuemin?"

"Yes!" Huang Xuemin had never seen this leader look like this, and he already understood in his heart that Platoon Leader Zhang's son might have some abilities.

"Uncle Huang, how about I give it a try?" Zhang Heping still looked at Huang Xuemin, as if I would only do it if you asked me to do it.

Mrs. Yang's hands holding Huang Xuemin's left arm suddenly tightened. Huang Xuemin hesitated slightly, then nodded and said, "You can try it, but be careful!"

"Don't worry!" Zhang Heping put down his book and walked over with a smile, "It's just a massage, nothing will happen."

After Zhang Heping checked Uncle Zhuang's pulse, he closed the door and windows, and then began to press the facial muscles of Uncle Zhuang.

Last night, Zhang Heping watched "Acute Brain Injury" and improved his surgical skills to Dacheng (2%), and gained a comprehensive understanding of the structure of the human body.

As Zhang Heping closed his eyes and concentrated on the operation, Uncle Zhuang's crooked mouth symptoms were relieved first, and it was no longer as crooked as before.

Then his muscle spasm was relieved, and Uncle Zhuang's brows relaxed a lot.

"Uncle Huang, come and help me rub this place, I have weak hands." Zhang Heping greeted, pointed at Uncle Zhuang's stiff calf, and asked him to help push it for a while, which was considered a exertion.

Then, Zhang Heping touched the back of Uncle Zhuang's head with both hands, and within a short time, he pushed him down and fell asleep.

"Well, peace!" Huang Xuemin interrupted Zhang Heping, who was conducting experiments with his eyes closed, pointed at Uncle Zhuang with a relaxed face, and whispered: "Asleep."

"Oh!" Zhang Heping got out of bed with some hesitation, and then saw him swinging his palms quickly, his hands were sore...

Self-Healing: Getting Started (20%).

After a few seconds, Zhang Heping's hand returned to normal.

Then, Grandma Yang stuffed an orange can into Zhang Heping's hand.

That's not all yet. Grandma Yang put almost all the gifts on their bedside table into the Zhang family's hands, and kept saying thank you. She no longer had the airs of sitting on the sofa and watching people yesterday.

"I originally wanted to press the button for Uncle Zhuang last night, but Sister Zhuang didn't seem to believe me and called all the doctors on duty over."

Zhang Heping gave a random excuse and blamed the arrogant granddaughter of the banker for what Uncle Zhuang suffered from last night to this morning, and gave her some eye drops for her attitude yesterday.

"When Zhuang Lin comes, I will spank her and make her grandfather suffer!" Mrs. Yang said softly with a smile on her face.

Zhang Heping called his family to put the gifts back, and said softly: "Grandma Yang, Uncle Zhuang has a brain disease, and he needs fruits to supplement his nutrition. I have only alleviated his superficial symptoms, but I have not been able to cure him."

"This..." Seeing that Zhang Heping refused to accept the gift, Mrs. Yang felt a little uneasy and turned to look at Huang Xuemin.

Huang Xuemin understood immediately, pulled Zhang Heping to Mrs. Yang's side, knelt down and whispered:

"Peace, your Grandma Yang is the leader of our civil affairs. Your mother went to work in Lantian Kindergarten because of your help.

Otherwise, how could I, a big-headed soldier running on the ground, send your mother to the Air Force compound closest to your home? "

"Uncle Huang, I'm just a beginner in Chinese medicine. Although I have some talent, I still..." Zhang Heping scratched the green military cap on his head and thought to himself, the fate has reached this level, and I will be embarrassed if I don't do more. , "Acupuncture is easy to inject wrongly. How about I try cupping again?"

"Cupping?" Huang Xuemin looked at Old Mrs. Yang opposite, but Old Mrs. Yang did not nod immediately, but looked at Zhang Heping.

As Zhang Heping said, he was a beginner and too young. If he hadn't seen the whole process of Zhang Bing waking up last night, he wouldn't have let Zhang Heping attack her village.

"Cupping can clear the meridians, promote qi and blood circulation, and has some therapeutic effect on hemiplegia." Zhang Heping explained, then spread his hands, "However, I don't have the tools and haven't tried it. I only know the theory."

"How about, after you buy the cupping pot, I will try it on you and my grandma first, and I will treat it as a way to help you dispel wind and cold."

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