eurekapd Chapter 163 The Madman's Blame
Chapter 163 The Madman's Blame
Qi Zhiqiang was ready to have the surgery!
Zhang Jianjun knew that Qi Zhiqiang wouldn't be afraid! He had once said that one should have light and hope in one's heart! Qi Zhiqiang said it, and he did it.
Surgery is needed, and this is a very serious matter. When I came to the hospital, the Qi family all came.
It was only 1982, and Qi Zhiqiang was a worker who still enjoyed government-funded medical care. He just needed to pay for it himself first, and the company would reimburse him later.
Zhang Jianjun knew that reimbursement would be difficult. At this time, many companies were already operating at a loss. Minor illnesses and injuries might be reimbursed more readily, but major surgeries would probably be difficult to fully reimburse.
When Zhang Jianjun arrived at the inpatient department, Qi Zhiqiang was shooing people away, saying, "Weimin, take Xiaoyi and Xiaoya home! Shufang, you go back too, I'll be fine on my own!"
Wei Shufang looked worried and said, "How can I not worry about this!"
Qi Xiaoyi and Qi Xiaoya, however, obediently walked out. Neither of them wanted to come in, finding the hospital smell unpleasant. Seeing this, Qi Zhiqiang instructed Qi Weimin again, "Go home and look after your younger brother and sister. Don't cook; buy them something to eat outside!"
Qi Weimin was a doting brother, and even after his younger siblings left, he was still worried and kept looking back as he walked out.
As I walked outside the ward, I saw Zhang Jianjun standing to the side.
Zhang Jianjun watched the commotion for a while, but he couldn't understand why Qi Xiaoyi and Qi Xiaoya looked so different. They were born to the same parents, so why did Qi Weimin look so straight?
Could it be... that it's all the fault of a brother-obsessed father?
It might actually be true! He not only dotes on his own siblings, but also on the Qiao family's siblings! Especially Qiao Si Mei!
Zhang Jianjun knew he had been discovered, but he wasn't embarrassed. He walked over and greeted Qi Weimin, "How is it? Have you prepared all the necessities for Uncle?"
Qi Weimin smiled and said, "I've brought almost everything, Jianjun. Thank you! I'm so grateful to you this time!"
Zhang Jianjun shrugged. "I didn't do anything, no need to thank me. You should go catch up with your younger siblings; they should be almost at the hospital entrance by now. I'm going in to check on Uncle Qi."
Qi Weimin then hurriedly went outside to chase after him.
Zhang Jianjun walked into the ward. "Uncle Qi, how are you feeling today? Do you still have stomach pain?"
Qi Zhiqiang, who was lying in bed, quickly sat up. "Xiao Jun is here! I don't feel anything today, I feel perfectly normal."
Zhang Jianjun reached out to take your pulse, closed his eyes, and focused on feeling the pulse. "Wait a moment, my master will come over. I'll ask him to prescribe another dose of medicine for you to regulate your body before the surgery. You'll be in better condition then!"
Qi Zhiqiang smiled and nodded, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Xiao Jun!"
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Seven days later, Qi Zhiqiang underwent surgery.
Not only did the Qi family members come, but Wei Shuying also came.
Qi Zhiqiang's illness was so unusual that it couldn't be kept secret. Wei Shuying learned about it from the neighbors. Every day, she would grab Zhang Jianjun and ask him about the progress of Qi Zhiqiang's condition, and Zhang Jianjun would report the truth to her.
On the day of the surgery, she finally couldn't sit still any longer and, with the Qiao family's "number combination," arrived at the hospital's operating room.
When Wei Shufang saw Wei Shuying arrive, she frowned slightly, but ultimately said nothing. These days, many people don't make it out of the operating room, and Wei Shufang was very worried about Qi Zhiqiang; she didn't want to bring up anything else.
Zhang Jianjun was unaware of this; he was wearing surgical scrubs in the operating room.
Although Zhang Jianjun wasn't the lead surgeon and didn't need to assist, he still held some influence in the hospital, and no one would say anything if he came in to observe. Moreover, the patient knew Zhang Jianjun, which made things even more necessary.
Dr. Huang is an experienced doctor. The surgery went smoothly at the beginning, but problems arose at the end. Qi Zhiqiang's blood pressure plummeted, and the injection of adrenaline did not help much. In the end, his heart stopped beating, and the resuscitation efforts were ineffective. The surgeon was sweating profusely with anxiety.
Zhang Jianjun took out his silver needles. "Dr. Huang, do you trust me?"
Huang Qingming hesitated for a moment, then nodded. He might be punished if it didn't work, but a life was at stake, and he had already tried conventional resuscitation methods, which weren't very effective. Perhaps Zhang Jianjun could pull off a miracle!
Zhang Jianjun used only seven needles and, in about ten seconds, performed three chest compressions on Qi Zhiqiang's chest. "Bang," "bang," "bang," the heartbeat resumed, and the blood flow returned!
The super sensitivity brought more subtle perceptions. Zhang Jianjun's control over acupoints had long exceeded Ding Tongguang's understanding, and the effect had reached a level of perfection. It's just that Zhang Jianjun had never used his skills outside before.
As for private matters, if a few scumbags occasionally show inexplicable symptoms, no one will care, right?
Wei Shufang and Wei Shuying were very anxious; they had been inside for far too long!
"Could something have happened?" Qi Xiaoya muttered, though very softly, but everyone around her still heard her.
Wei Shufang glared at Qi Xiaoya, who realized she had said the wrong thing, shrank back, and dared not say another word.
After some time, the operating room door was finally opened, and Qi Zhiqiang was wheeled out.
Wei Shufang rushed forward, "How is he? Doctor? How is he?"
"The surgery was a success! We'll observe him for a day today, and he'll be safe after tonight." Huang Qingming took off his mask, his voice revealing exhaustion.
Wei Shufang quickly bowed, "Thank you! Thank you, doctor!"
Huang Qingming waved his hand without saying a word, turned around and went back to the operating room, then closed the operating room door.
Wei Shuying, along with her four children and Qi Xiaoyi and Qi Xiaoya, followed the transport vehicle back to the ward. Wei Shufang and Qi Weimin flanked Qi Zhiqiang, protecting him from being bumped by others.
In the changing room of the operating room, Zhang Jianjun was taking off his surgical gown when Huang Qingming walked in and gave Zhang Jianjun a thumbs up. "Impressive! A hero emerges from among the young! I've never heard of such a miraculous acupuncture technique! I just called Dr. Ding and told him about what happened, and even Dr. Ding found it incredible!"
Zhang Jianjun pretended to be very shy, "It's all thanks to my master's teachings. I just happened to guess right today!"
"No matter what, you helped your brother today, and your brother will remember that!" Huang Qingming lowered his own generation.
As Zhang Jianjun walked out of the operating room, he encountered Ding Tongguang, who was waiting outside.
Pulling Zhang Jianjun to an empty garden, Ding Tongguang asked with a serious expression, "That acupuncture technique...did you practice it on someone else?"
Zhang Jianjun had no choice but to pick out a few things he could talk about and tell Ding Tongguang, but Ding Tongguang was still not satisfied. "Doctors are supposed to have the heart of parents. I hope you won't be so eager for quick results! You're still young, there's plenty of time in the future!"
Zhang Jianjun knew that Ding Tongguang was afraid he would go astray and embark on a wrong path, like someone going berserk in a martial arts novel.
"I understand, Master!"
A master is a master, not a "teacher"!
Ding Tongguang deserves the title of "Master".