Chapter 74 Shock - "At the beginning of the 1970s, I made a fortune from zero-yuan purchases"

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Treatment lasted a week.

At three o'clock every afternoon, Wang Jianxin came to the old chief's ward on time.The whole process of silver needle, stitching and stitching takes nearly an hour.With every acupuncture, the old leader could feel that his chest was looser and his breathing became smoother.On the first day, I coughed up black phlegm. On the second day, the color of the phlegm became lighter. On the third day, it was only light gray. On the fourth day, it was basically clear. On the fifth day, there was almost no phlegm.

I took the decoction in the morning and evening. It was dark and very bitter.The old chief picked it up and drank it all in one gulp without even frowning.After drinking medicine for decades, this little pain is nothing to him.

Those health care doctors and experts are in the ward every day.They watched Wang Jianxin get an acupuncture, watched the old leader's complexion getting better day by day, and watched the symptoms that had troubled him for decades disappear day by day.Someone began to take notes, writing down the acupuncture points Wang Jianxin used, the acupuncture techniques, and the prescribed medications one by one.Some people were talking privately, saying that this young man's acupuncture techniques were unprecedented, with the fierceness of the northern school, the delicacy of the southern school, and something inexplicable - they didn't know it was spiritual power.

The staff around the old leader also had doubts about Wang Jianxin at first, but after a few days, all doubts turned into admiration.The old leader's energy is getting stronger day by day. He used to be out of breath after speaking just two sentences, but now he can sit up and chat with people for half an hour.I used to wake up coughing several times during the night, but now I sleep until dawn.My appetite has also increased. I couldn't eat more than a few bites in one meal before, but now I can eat a small bowl of rice.

On the sixth day, Wang Jianxin finished acupuncture on the old leader, asked him to lie on the bed, pressed his palms on his back, and slowly sent spiritual power into his lungs.The inflammatory secretions that were dissolved, the adhesion tissues that were separated, and the small shrapnel that were loosened moved toward the bronchus bit by bit under the guidance of spiritual power.

"Old chief, after drinking the decoction tonight, you may cough for a while." Wang Jianxin said, "Don't be nervous, just cough it out and you'll be fine."

The old chief nodded.

On the night of the seventh day, only half an hour after drinking the decoction, the old leader suddenly coughed.Not a violent, gut-wrenching cough, but a smooth cough, like something is coming out of the lungs.He coughed three times, and on the fourth time, there was a hard object in his mouth.He vomited on the paper towel, and several small pieces of shrapnel with old blood stains, the size of fingernails, with irregular edges, lay quietly on the paper towel.

Things that have been accumulated for decades are finally out.

The moment the shrapnel was taken out, the old leader felt as if a window had opened in his chest, and the dull feeling of decades disappeared.He took a deep breath, and another, and another.Breathing became extremely smooth, as if I was back when I was young.He held the edge of the bed, sat up on his own, stood up on his own, and took two steps.

The staff next to him quickly stepped forward to help him. He waved his hand and said, "No need for help, I can walk by myself."

He walked back and forth in the ward twice, his steps steady, neither panting nor tired.The health care doctor stood nearby, his mouth open and unable to close for a long time.Several experts looked at each other, no one could speak.The problem that they had been unable to solve after exhausting their lifelong learning was actually easily cured by this young student using seemingly "incredible" techniques.The disdain and doubt in my heart completely turned into shock and admiration.

Someone came over, picked up the pieces of shrapnel, and looked at them again and again under the lamp, muttering "How is this possible?"Some people gathered around Wang Jianxin and asked him how he did it, what techniques he used, and what prescription he prescribed.Wang Jianxin simply answered a few words without saying much.

The news spread instantly.The entire capital's upper echelons were shaken.

When everyone knew that Wang Jianxin was the Wang Jianxin from Peking University—the Wang Jianxin who had undergone major gastrectomy, appendectomy, replantation of severed fingers, and craniotomy—they felt relieved again.It is only possible with this genius.But what no one expected was that Wang Jianxin was not only top-notch in Western medicine in China, but also in Chinese medicine.A worker-peasant-soldier trainee with a background as a border patrolman, using only traditional Chinese medicine techniques, cured a chronic disease that had eluded all the experts in the capital and had plagued the old leader for decades. It was a medical miracle.

No matter which faction the upper-level leaders were, after learning about this incident, they all looked at Wang Jianxin with admiration and full of respect.In the face of peerless medical skills and life-saving grace, all factional barriers become insignificant.Who doesn’t have an elderly person in their home?Who doesn’t have patients?Anyone would be willing to have a good relationship with such a miracle doctor.Everyone respected this young miracle doctor.

Wang Jianxin rose to fame overnight and became a popular figure among the upper echelons of the capital.

Vice leader Zhou, who fully recommended Wang Jianxin, also made great contributions to this matter.In addition to his excellent military quality and the adjustment of his position, at the end of February 1971, he was officially transferred to the Beijing Garrison District Guard Division as deputy chief of staff and awarded the full regimental level.Stepping from the front line of border defense to a core position in the capital, he ushered in a major leap in his official career.

The news reached the Border Guard Regiment, and Deputy Commander Wang's loud voice rang out in the corridor again: "Old Zhou has been promoted! Regimental level! Beijing Garrison!"

Captain Zhang told Wang Jianxin about this on the phone and said with a smile: "You have helped Lao Zhou a lot, and you have also helped our group. Now someone above is thinking about our group."

Wang Jianxin held the microphone and said, "As long as the old leader is in good health," he said no more.

Wang Jianxin is still studying hard at Beijing Medical College.Do exercises, attend classes, do experiments, write ideological reports every day, whatever you need to do.The difference is that more people come to see him for treatment, including teachers and classmates from school, patients from outside the school, and people who come from other places.There is often a queue at the door of his dormitory, and some people wait all day.

The school arranged a separate clinic for him, which was open for two hours every afternoon to treat patients.The consulting room is small, with a table, a chair, and an examination bed.Wang Jianxin sat behind the table and looked at them one by one.Some have headaches and fever, some have waist and leg pain, some have chronic diseases that need treatment, and there are also those with difficult and complicated diseases who have been transferred from large hospitals.He sees quickly and accurately, prescribes medicine easily and cheaply, and has good effects. The patients leave one by one with great gratitude.

The teachers also took special care of him.Professor Zhang gave him the key to the laboratory so that he could use it at any time.Old Professor Chen Huaiyuan of the Pathology Teaching and Research Section—the one who borrowed his books at the library door—now has more smiles on his face and talks more when he sees him.Sometimes when I meet him on campus, I will talk to him for a long time and ask him what books he has been reading recently, what experiments he has done, and what he has learned.

Wang Jianxin's name has long been deeply imprinted in the hearts of the upper class in the capital.But he knew that this was just the beginning.The road to study medicine is still long, and the road to cultivation is even longer.He couldn't stop or slow down.

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