Siheyuan: The beauty Xueru Huizhen, the birds are jealous

But in any case, the meal still made everyone feel satisfied. Accompanied by Director Yang, the big boss visited the steel mill in detail and had cordial exchanges with the workers, leaving a deep impression.

Behind his usually approachable demeanor, the big boss in a high position suddenly tilted his body and fell to the ground without any warning.

"Old superior, old superior!"

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense. "Something's wrong. Hurry up and send our old superior to the infirmary." Director Yang, who witnessed this scene, was also panicked. Everyone hurriedly carried the big boss to the infirmary. He anxiously urged: "Quick, let the superior see what's going on?"

At this moment, Director Yang's usual calmness is gone. After all, his status as a big boss is of great importance. If an accident occurs in the steel rolling mill under his management, he, as the director, cannot escape blame.

"Director, please calm down first and let the doctor in the infirmary make a preliminary diagnosis. At the same time, we will contact the hospital and arrange emergency treatment."

Yang Ming reminded calmly from the side.

Although he possessed the unique knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine and his medical skills had reached the eighth level, the situation was urgent at the moment. He knew that even if he proposed it, Director Yang and others might not easily believe his ability.

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The doctor in the infirmary knew the importance of the big boss and dared not be careless. He quickly took out the stethoscope and other tools to check, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Director Yang and others were nervously watching the progress of the inspection. This kind of scene made people feel an invisible pressure just by standing by.

"Doctor, what's the diagnosis?"

"This... preliminary judgment is that the boss may have angina pectoris and needs to take nitroglycerin." Angina pectoris!

Upon hearing this, Director Yang and the others felt nervous and said quickly:

"Then give him medicine quickly, and contact the hospital and ask them to send an ambulance immediately."

However, at this moment, Yang Ming suddenly spoke:

"Wait a minute, this isn't angina, this is a symptom of true heart pain."

His words immediately attracted everyone's attention, "Yang Ming, what does it mean to be truly hurt?"

Yang Ming explained: "True heart pain is a very serious manifestation of heart pain. It is recorded in the Lingshu Juebing chapter of Huangdi Neijing that true heart pain causes cold hands and feet to the joints and extreme heart pain. If it occurs during the day, the patient may die at night. If it occurs at night, the patient may not survive the next day."

After hearing what Yang Ming said, Director Yang and the others were also very surprised. Out of trust in Yang Ming, they all asked him carefully.

“Although this symptom is similar to angina pectoris described by Western medicine, it must not be hastily lumped into the same category, and the treatment methods for angina pectoris should not be blindly applied, otherwise the consequences will be unpredictable.” Yang Ming emphasized in a serious tone.

In the infirmary, the doctor heard these words and sneered with contempt.

"Traditional Chinese medicine? It's just some folk remedies without any empirical evidence. It has no scientific support and lacks the rigorous system of Western medicine."

He continued, "Moreover, it would be extremely rash to conclude that this is true pain based on just a few moments of observation!"

Although Yang Ming is the deputy factory director, in the eyes of this doctor, the credibility and strength of traditional Chinese medicine cannot be compared with Western medicine.

He anxiously said to Director Yang: "Director, the patient's condition is urgent. If we don't use nitroglycerin immediately for first aid, I'm afraid he won't be able to make it to the hospital."

Director Yang was in a dilemma at the moment. On the one hand, he trusted the judgment of this professional doctor, but on the other hand, he was curious and awed by Yang Ming's ability.

"Director, please check on the boss's current condition...if there is any accident..." the doctor reminded again.

"Let's give the big boss nitroglycerin first." Director Yang finally made a decision and cast a complicated look at Yang Ming.

Yang Ming was not surprised by the result, and he did not act impulsively as in some stories. After all, this concerned the life of the big boss, and in the workplace, it is better to be safe than sorry.

However, he has absolute confidence in his medical skills.

After the nitroglycerin was quickly taken, the boss's complexion gradually regained its rosy complexion and his breathing became more stable. Director Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and the doctor smiled triumphantly.

He turned to Yang Ming and said sarcastically, "Some people really think that medicine is a joke and dare to make judgments about the condition without precise diagnosis. Traditional Chinese medicine? Humph, it's just a bunch of outdated methods!"

Yang Ming did not respond. His eyes were always fixed on the big boss, not daring to relax even a little. The doctor thought that he was speechless because he was questioned in public, and he was very proud of himself.

In the corner of the ward, the president who seemed so majestic in daily life now looked abnormally pale and purple, with white foam hanging from the corners of his mouth, and his body was shaking like a candle in the wind.

"This...what should we do about this situation?"

The attending physician in the infirmary seemed to be crushed by a huge rock at this moment. He opened his mouth, but his voice seemed to be stuck and could not come out.

"What on earth is going on?"

"Didn't you say before that the president just had a heart problem and would get better after taking nitroglycerin?"

"You better think of a solution quickly!"

"Hurry up and save his life!"

Director Yang waved his hands anxiously. He turned around and stared sternly at the doctor in front of him, the anger in his heart almost bursting out.

The doctor was startled back to his senses by this series of urgings. He hurried forward and tried to help the president maintain his breathing by gently patting his back.

"Oxygen cylinder, quick, where is the oxygen cylinder?"

"Give the patient oxygen!"

However, even though the oxygen mask was pressed tightly against the president's face, his condition did not improve.

A minute later, not only did white foam continue to flow out of his mouth, but his face turned blue and purple, and his life seemed to hang on a thread.

Seeing this scene, the doctor seemed to have lost all his strength. He sat down on the ground dejectedly, his eyes full of confusion and helplessness.

The situation was urgent, and the president's life was in danger. Director Yang was extremely anxious, and he turned to look at Yang Ming who was standing beside him.

"Yang Ming, you..."

Seeing this, Yang Ming took a deep breath and spoke calmly.

"Director, maybe I can give it a try."

Upon hearing this, Director Yang hesitated. He knew that Yang Ming's medical skills were extraordinary, but the situation was so serious that he did not dare to make a decision easily.

However, thinking of Yang Ming's accurate diagnosis of the president's condition, Director Yang felt a glimmer of hope.

"Yang Ming, how sure are you?"

"About 50%." Yang Ming replied, "But the situation is urgent, we have to give it a try."

Director Yang stared at the president lying on the hospital bed, weighed the pros and cons in his mind, and finally made up his mind and nodded.