Chapter 387

"This is a lack of blood supply to the brain. It's time-consuming and labor-intensive, and even if it's cured, it can last at most for a year or two without relapse."

"The patient has cerebral palsy caused by a stroke, which is intractable. If the stroke just started, there is still a glimmer of hope. Now the delay is too long, hey... I can't do anything!"

"Western medicine does not have a good solution in the field of stroke, maybe you can try traditional Chinese medicine..."

"I also think Chinese medicine is feasible..."

Well, these self-proclaimed famous doctors, who raised their eyebrows and raised their eyes at traditional Chinese medicine before, simply gave Guo Shuai directly to Gao Huiren and Qin Xi's master and apprentice.

"I'm sorry, Master Gao, we are not very familiar with this field. As you know, Western medicine is divided into subject groups, and I am not very suitable for treating stroke as an orthopaedic department. Do you have any good ideas?"

He Xu kicked the ball back to Gao Huiren, who didn't care about his little actions at all.

Because he and Liu Dequan learned the five-element acupuncture method during this time, it was just right to be used here. He subconsciously looked at Qin Xi, who nodded slightly at him, and a hint of encouragement flashed in his eyes.

Encouraged by Qin Xi, Gao Huiren immediately started treatment. He took out the silver needle, took a deep breath, held his breath, and stabbed at the acupoint.

Time passed by, the old man's grandchildren were nervous and worried, clenched their fists tightly, and looked at the silver needle in Gao Huiren's hand without blinking, for fear that if Gao Huiren's hand trembled, their grandfather would be finished. .

All the people in the audience were Western medicine practitioners, and they didn't know what Gao Huiren's acupuncture was. He just looked at it and felt that it was very powerful. Moreover, during the acupuncture process, Huang Bo did have a slight reaction.

After applying the needle, he went to take Huang Bo's pulse again. He felt that the pulse was really going to recover a little. The corners of his mouth finally showed a slight arc of delight. .

"Doctor, how is my grandfather?" Huang Yongliang, Huang Bo's grandson, asked anxiously.

Gao Huiren took back the silver needle, this is a patient with severe bronchial asthma, a woman in her 30s, the woman speaks with a phlegm sound, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling, as if a mouthful of phlegm is stuck in her throat .

Some asthma is divided into two types, one is cold asthma and the other is hot asthma, and it just so happens that this patient was suffering from both cold and heat. He went to many hospitals, but without exception, no one was cured.

Qin Xi could see at a glance that if the patient could not be cured today, he would die within three days. Looking at her out of breath, her phlegm had already stuck in her throat, and she would see her in three days. Lord Yan.