Time-traveling Famous Doctors Are Hard to Find

Song Mingzhe, who graduated from a first-class medical university with a bachelor's degree and a master's degree, successfully entered a tertiary hospital in a city, and was on duty as an intern on the night shift.The day and night life of the night shift is actually very harmful to the body. Every Double Eleven, Song Mingzhe holds his breath and joins a group of nurse girls to snap up Besunyen Changrun tea in batches.The emergency department is a place where you can see all kinds of unbelievable cases, but it seems to be calm so early tonight.

Song Mingzhe stretched his waist, and laid his mobile phone on the duty table to wait for the national football match. There is always a kind of emotion called hate and hatred. He knows that the result may not be satisfactory, but he still can't help but watch the live broadcast. This kind.

The door of the duty room was pushed open, and a skinny man in his 40s entered the door. At this moment, his face was devastated, and his eyes were fixed on the mobile phone in Song Mingzhe's hand.

Song Mingzhe turned the phone screen upside down on the glass plate, stood up and pushed the glasses frame.

"Father Xiaoyu, how is Xiaoyu today?" Song Mingzhe's tone was full of concern, but unexpectedly, this sentence made the other party tremble.

Xiaoyu is from a rural area near City A. He just finished his life. Because he was angry with his family and drank half a bottle of paraquat, he was transferred to another hospital. Although he was sober after the transfer, his physical activities were normal.But one dose of paraquat, the mortality rate is almost 100%, and it is difficult for rural families to afford treatment measures that can only delay death. Under the irreversible fibrosis of the lungs, a young life can be predicted to die painfully.

Song Mingzhe sighed inwardly, just silently watching this man who was overwhelmed by sudden family changes.Xiaoyu's father pursed his lips into a line, and asked in an almost whispering voice, "Is it true that my Xiaoyu can't be saved?"

Song Mingzhe looked at the other party's bloodshot eyes full of longing, and carefully considered his tone, "Uh, under the condition of actively cooperating with the treatment, although the mortality rate is 90%, it is not that there is nothing we can do..."

The unfinished sentence was interrupted, Xiaoyu's father suddenly took out his right hand in his pocket, and when Song Mingzhe saw it clearly, the other party already had an extra knife in his hand, accompanied by a hysterical roar.

"It's all because of you refusing to save Xiaoyu! Beast! Isn't the life of our poor people our life!"

Song Mingzhe subconsciously blocked the opponent's blade with his elbow, and felt a sharp stabbing pain on his arm. He wanted to protect his hands, and he wanted to stand on the operating table, and he wanted to be the chief surgeon of major heart and brain surgery.Blood flowed into one eye from a head injury, and the other eye saw blood splattered all over the ground. He soon lost sight of the crazy voice of the other party. He shouted for help. He never knew that he would make such a desperate voice, and fell into a coma. Moments earlier he had heard alarm bells and footsteps, and he quickly lost consciousness.

Before he fell into a coma, he was in a trance and returned to the student days when he was sitting in the classroom wearing a white shirt, seriously copying and reciting the Hippocratic Oath.

When he woke up, he saw the old bedstead, turned his eyelids slightly, and saw what seemed to be a picture of Bian Que visiting medicine hanging on the wall, and smelled the smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the room.Song Mingzhe was furious, the director is too inhumane, he has such a serious work injury, he is already inhumane without a consultation from the whole hospital, and he even throws himself with serious surgical injuries to some traditional Chinese medicine hospital to drink Coptidis bitter water?

"Master, are you awake?" A half-grown child dressed as a boy saw himself waking up, ran out happily, and then hula-la surrounded a group of people, all of whom were dressed in ancient clothes, among them The particularly amiable and plump aunt even took out a handkerchief from her skirt and wiped her eyes exaggeratedly.

Song Mingzhe froze on the spot as if struck by lightning, had the hospital been transformed into a film and television city, or was it for some other reason.His heart suddenly sank. When he went back to his hometown after going to school for the summer vacation, his little cousin was looking at her mobile phone endlessly. She asked me a lot, and she squinted her eyes and told him proudly that this is a time-traveling novel, a girl who is as beautiful as a fairy. Go back to the Three Kingdoms and fall in love with the famous general.If I have traveled through time, can I still go back to modern times?Song Mingzhe didn't bring it up in one breath, his eyes darkened and he passed out again.

Song Mingzhe figured out a few things after waking up.First, my present body is that of an 11-year-old rebellious child, Song Xi, whose parents died early, living with his grandfather who is a medical practitioner, and his widowed aunt who lives with his three-year-old cousin. After a meal, the high fever passed out.Song Mingzhe said, the second generation of doctors who want to give up their family business and study hard on their own.Second, this era is Daliang. As a science student who often fails in history, Song Mingzhe couldn't figure out which dynasty this might be.Song Mingzhe: You can't watch a few historical figures, get some autographs in case the dream of getting rich through wearing them is broken.

It is probably fate to practice medicine after time travel. He rolled up his sleeves pessimistically and prepared to start his career again. When he found the thick "Huangdi Neijing", "Shen Nong's Herbal Classic" and "Qianjin Yifang" on his grandfather's case, Tears of pain flowed from my heart.He has always been a person who firmly believes in Western medical science, and his idol is the great god of cardiology and brain surgery in the hospital. Why should he be asked to study Chinese medicine? What is the difference between this and the great god of dancing!

Song Mingzhe was dreaming and waking up in bed, and finally confirmed the fact that he was alive anyway. He didn't know what happened to his original body. If he died, he could at least be commemorated by everyone as a typical example of anti-medical trouble. There should be many candles and Wreath it, enjoy the treatment of martyrs. I have never won the annual advanced. I don't know if the director can give me a commemoration.

Of course, Song Mingzhe also tried on the road of studying medicine. He took the mouse that was struggling after eating rat poison and rushed to his grandfather whose face creases could kill mosquitoes, and asked him if he could go and cut the mouse open in the future. Sew back the medical line.

When he said this, Song Mingzhe tried his best to play the role of an innocent child, taking advantage of his body with red lips and white teeth and a pair of dimples, to make a watery expression with big eyes, longing for the approval of the elders.Sure enough, the grandfather, who was looking for the prescription, turned his head, and looked down at him with those extraordinarily energetic eyes.

Is this going to be a success?Song Mingzhe's little heart was thumping.The grandfather with an unusually strong body picked up the pestle in hand with lightning speed, and killed him without saying a word.

Song Mingzhe swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his body started to bounce instinctively, and rushed out at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint.The grandfather's voice followed closely behind, "Zhuzi! I don't do my job all day long, thinking about crooked ways, looking for beatings!" Song Mingzhe sniffed, and ran fast with the wind under his feet.This kind of exercise method laid a good physical foundation for him to follow the Northern Expedition later, but this is another story.

The result of trying to take the surgeon's route was that Song Mingzhe's buttocks were swollen, and he lay on the couch for more than half a month.

Later, in order to demonstrate his excellent hands-on ability, Song Mingzhe showed his strengths in cutting medicines. The medicinal materials that needed to be sliced ​​and cut into sections were neat and beautiful under his hands as if by a magic trick.Just as he was smiling and waiting for his grandfather to praise him, he saw the familiar calm expression on his grandfather's face, and it turned out to be another stormy meal. "Small tricks, laughable and generous!" Grandpa threw down the eight words heavily, leaving Song Mingzhe lying on the couch weeping for a long time, with his aunt nagging in his ears, "Oh, it's almost autumn, this child is not easy to let go!" What can I do about the root cause of the disease?" Song Mingzhe gritted his teeth in hatred. Of course, the teenage Xiao Zhengtai puffed up his face and looked serious and angry, just trying to make people pet his head and praise his cuteness. Obviously it was the old man who started the attack, adding new injuries to the old wounds that had not healed.Song Mingzhe made a not-so-difficult decision. Forget it, and learn Chinese medicine honestly. After all, career direction is not as important as physical health. People have to bow their heads under the eaves, and a man can bend and stretch!

"Ouch, I'm still crying. Come here, wipe your nose." The aunt took out an embroidered handkerchief and lovingly wiped the snot and tears for Mrs. Song. The little cousin who was walking wobbled to his side, and took out a few jujubes from behind that he was reluctant to eat.

"Wow——" he cried loudly, and Aunt Cheap patted himself on the back. After traveling for two months, Song Mingzhe finally accepted his fate and became a member of the Xinglin family.

However, these stories when he was a child were all recorded in "Biography of Daliang Famous Doctors". All recovered."

If you want to know what happened next, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down. In the next chapter, Song Mingzhe meets Xiao Yuchun by chance, Jin Fengyulu wants to break his soul.