Chapter 73 The Old Chief - "At the beginning of the 1970s, I made a fortune from zero-yuan purchases"

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In January 1971, the cold wind in northern Xinjiang was still carrying frost and snow on the border defense line. The branches in Beijing were bare and whined by the wind.

The deputy commander of the regiment, Zhou, was shot in the lung while fighting on the border in his early years. The shrapnel was embedded in the lung lobe. He was sent to many hospitals, but due to the dangerous location and extremely high surgical risks, he could not be removed.He suffered from coughing up phlegm, chest tightness, and hemoptysis all year round. He could not breathe at the slightest exertion, and his body became increasingly weak.Western medicine has tried its best to provide relief, but cannot cure it at all.

When Wang Jianxin was in the border defense regiment, he used acupuncture and traditional Chinese medicine to help Deputy Commander Zhou cough out the shrapnel.After a week of treatment, on the last night, Deputy Commander Zhou suddenly coughed and coughed up a small piece of shrapnel mixed with thick phlegm. The dull feeling in his chest that had accumulated for many years disappeared instantly.

However, in January, Vice Captain Zhou completely recovered from the stubborn lung disease that had been accumulated for more than ten years. He breathed smoothly, was energetic, and completely returned to a normal body.I used to be out of breath after walking a few steps, but now I can run and jump, as if I was a different person.

Coincidentally, Deputy Commander Zhou, a respected old leader in the capital, also suffered from an old disease caused by shrapnel in his lungs when he was fighting in the battlefield in his early years. His illness was even more severe than that of Deputy Commander Zhou.For decades, top experts and exclusive health doctors from major hospitals in the capital took turns to diagnose and treat the patient. After countless consultations, they all shook their heads and were helpless - the shrapnel was adjacent to the vital blood vessels, and a slight mistake would cause massive bleeding, which was life-threatening. The only conservative treatment was with drugs.The old leader has been plagued by illness all year round, and his health is deteriorating. Recently, even his daily activities have been restricted. He can't breathe even after walking a few steps. He often wakes up coughing at night, and the phlegm he coughs up is blood-streaked.

After Deputy Captain Zhou recovered, he accidentally learned about this situation from someone close to the old leader, and hope instantly ignited in his heart.He knew that Wang Jianxin's medical skills had already surpassed all the famous doctors in the world - for a man who could force the shrapnel out of his lungs with acupuncture and Chinese medicine, what other diseases could he not cure?

At this time, Wang Jianxin had only been admitted to Beijing Medical College for more than four months, but he had already made a name for himself on campus and even in surrounding hospitals.He independently completed multiple difficult surgeries one after another - subtotal gastrectomy, appendectomy under needle anesthesia, replantation of severed fingers, and craniotomy for intracranial space-occupying lesions - each one was perfect and all were successful without exception.Teachers at the school and doctors at the hospital were all shocked and called him a genius.

Deputy Captain Zhou did not dare to delay for a moment.He immediately set off for Beijing Medical College. Without saying hello in advance, he went directly to the school gate and asked the guard to inform him.

Wang Jianxin is studying medical skills in the laboratory.Professor Zhang arranged a small laboratory for him, which was equipped with a microscope, a microtome, and various reagents. He stayed in it whenever he had nothing to do, watching films, doing experiments, and reading literature.The guard came and called him, saying that someone was looking for him.He put down the slices in his hand, wiped his hands, and left the laboratory.

When I walked to the school gate, I saw Deputy Commander Zhou standing in the cold wind, wearing an old army coat, his face red from the cold.

"Chief?" Wang Jianxin walked over quickly, stood at attention and saluted, "Why are you here?"

Deputy Captain Zhou grabbed his hand and didn't let go.There was light in his eyes, eagerness, and pleading.

"Jianxin, you saved my life. I will never forget it in my life!" His voice was trembling. "Now there is an old leader who has fought for the country all his life. Just like me, he has decades of shrapnel embedded in his lungs. All the experts in the capital can't cure him. After thinking about it, only you can save him! Come with me to see if there is even a glimmer of hope. Please give it a try!"

Wang Jianxin looked into Deputy Leader Zhou's eyes and said nothing.

He understood that this matter was not trivial.In the capital city of 1971, there was a strict hierarchy. The old chief had a distinguished status and was surrounded by the top medical authorities in the country.He is just a worker, peasant, and soldier student who has just entered school, and he is not even a formal doctor. If he takes action rashly, he will definitely cause an uproar.It's okay to say that it's cured, but if something goes wrong - no, he won't go wrong.With his immortality cultivation techniques and master's traditional Chinese medicine inheritance, he is 100% sure of treating such diseases.

But then I thought about it, if I was just an ordinary doctor without this kind of support, if the attack failed and the old leader had an accident, my life would be completely ruined, my family would also be implicated, and the end would be unimaginable.He can afford it alone, but his family cannot.

He was silent for a while.Deputy Captain Zhou stood in front of him, not urging him, just waiting, his eyes full of sincerity.

Wang Jianxin thought of the old leader's great contribution to the country, the shrapnel brought back from the battlefield, and the thing in Deputy Commander Zhou's lungs that had tortured him for more than ten years.He nodded.

"Okay, I'll go take a look."

Vice Captain Zhou's eyes turned red and he patted his shoulder hard without saying a word.

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