Chapter 59: Everyone depends on their ability - "In the beginning of the 1970s, I made a fortune by buying goods for zero yuan"

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Doctor Luo returned to her office, holding the enamel jar in his hand and sitting motionless on the chair.

The tea in the jar had long since gone cold, and she didn't drink it.

She was transferred to this health center in 1968 and has met many young doctors.Who came from Peking University, Peking Union Medical College, or the military? Who didn’t go to the countryside with a lot of theoretical knowledge and full of confidence, only to be beaten to death by reality?Some can't even treat a cold or fever, some can knock the patient out with an injection, and some prescribe a bunch of medicine and the patient has diarrhea.The theory is one set, but when it comes to practice, it's not the same thing.

But the technique of the young man in front of me goes far beyond just learning how to set bones.

She closed her eyes and went through Wang Jianxin's techniques in her mind.His massage technique has the fierceness of the Northern School of bone-setting - that single twisting massage is powerful and accurate, and it won't take a few years to get it right.There is also the delicacy of the southern trauma department - the rubbing of the fingertips on the tendons, the priority is just right.There was even a realm of "meaning", "qi", "unity" and "oneness" that she had only heard about from the oral accounts of her ancestors.

She could tell that the technique was a fusion of at least several schools.But she had only heard about the skill of using the mind to guide Qi and using Qi to control force, but she had never seen it with her own eyes in seventy years.

She opened her eyes, picked up the enamel jar, and took a sip of herbal tea.The tea was bitter and astringent, just like her mood.

At this time, Liu Xiaodong approached Wang Jianxin and lowered his voice: "Captain, Doctor Luo was standing at the door for a long time."

Wang Jianxin did not raise his head and continued to write the medical record, the pen tip rustling on the paper.

"Got it."

Dean Zhao Deming stood at the other end of the corridor and saw all this.He rubbed his hands, the smile on his face deepened a little, and turned back to a young doctor beside him and said: "Go, clear out the empty beds in the inpatient department, make them clean, and put down new sheets."

The young doctor responded, turned around and ran away.

At 9:30 in the morning, a flatbed truck stopped at the door of the orthopedic clinic of the health center.

Lying in the car was a man in his forties, holding two wooden boards in his right arm, tied haphazardly with strips of cloth. The strips were tightened so tightly that they left red marks.The entire arm was swollen purple, from the shoulder to the fingers, and the skin was stretched and shiny.The wrist is twisted into an unnatural angle and it hurts to look at it.

"Doctor Luo, my man fell off the house." The woman stood by the car, tears streaming down her face. "The county hospital said it would cost a lot of money to perform an operation. How can we get so much money? Doctor Luo, please think of a way..."

Doctor Luo walked over and bent down to look at the patient's arm.She didn't say anything, and had people lift the patient to the examination bed, and then remove the wooden board.As soon as the board was removed, the patient's arm swayed. He gritted his teeth and veins popped out on his forehead, but he didn't say a word.

Dr. Luo's fingers gently slid along the swollen arm bones, touching inch by inch from the shoulder to the wrist.Her eyes were half closed, as if she was asleep, but the touch on her fingers was more accurate than her eyes.

"Comminuted fracture of the distal radius. Avulsion of the ulnar styloid process." She muttered without even frowning.

She washed her hands and started.

First pull and stretch.She held the patient's wrist with one hand and pressed his elbow with the other, and slowly used force to pull the dislocated bone fragments apart.The patient's arm was like a soft rattan in her hand. She used skillful strength, not brute force.The bones were pulled apart, and she used end-to-end squeezing, lifting and pressing to reset the shattered bones piece by piece.The broken bones slid between her fingers, making a clicking sound, returning to their rightful place every time.

Finally, there are the unique skills of that hand - touching, receiving, lifting, lifting, pressing, massaging, and massaging, all in one go.

Less than five minutes.

The patient was sweating profusely from the pain, and the sweat dripped down his face and wet the pillow.But he bit a towel and said nothing.His wife was watching from the side, stamping her feet in distress, but did not dare to make a sound.

Doctor Luo asked people to go to the hospital to find two poplar boards, cut them into appropriate lengths and arcs with a saw, polished them smooth with sandpaper, lined them with cotton pads, and fixed the patient's arms.Then wrap it with a bandage, wrap it around and around, not tight but not loose, and tie it into a slip knot.

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