Just as Xie Zhengping finished the seven-injection, the black child's belly slowly bulged, which was obviously a sign of heavy bleeding inside. At this time, Song Dewen's face became extremely serious. In his small clinic, the biggest surgery he had ever had was abortion. Because there was no high-tech equipment, once there was an internal injury patient, he usually asked to be transferred to the hospital, but this time he had agreed and probably the time was not allowed to be transferred to the hospital, so he had surgery. If the wound was infected, it would probably be enough for the child to die several times.

Song Dewen suddenly shouted in English: "Have you called the hospital?"

The crying outside stopped and responded: "I've been beaten! Doctor, please save my son!"

"Okay, stop crying. We will do our best to drag the child's life to the ambulance!" Song Dewen shouted loudly. Everyone was as big as a cow at this moment. If the black woman cried again, she would probably go crazy. As long as the ambulance came, the child would basically be saved before he died of breath. Although the liver was bleeding, it would not take any life in a short time. As long as the three major organs of the lungs, kidneys and heart were not seriously damaged, it would be fine.

Wang Xiaobin has been here for four months. It was the first time he saw such a big scene. Seeing that the child was covered in blood, he couldn't help but want to vomit. He took a deep breath and asked, "Master, what should we do now?"

Song Dewen looked at Wang Xiaobin with a pale face and said, "Boy, stand aside and watch carefully! I understand how I saved people. Next time, you will take action!"

Just as Song Dewen was speaking, Xie Zhengping had already pulled out three silver needles again and stabbed them into the child's abdomen with the method of a tiger shaking its tail.

"Blood cut-off method?" Wang Xiaobin was shocked when he saw the technique.

In Song Dewen's collection, there is a book that is as old as oracle bone inscriptions that records the blood cut-off method, which says that it is to intercept the blood flow in a certain area of ​​the body by going outward, and it will not cause any damage to the organs. It is just to temporarily let the blood flow along another channel. This blood cut-off method has been lost in principle, but his master Xie Zhengping easily applied it.

Xie Zhengping ignored him and shouted in a deep voice: "Old Song, I'm looking at you!"

Song Dewen nodded, holding a syringe that was as thick as a finger. The syringe was different from ordinary ones. There was no normal pushing hand, but connected a tube to the bucket on the ground. Just as Xie Zhengping finished speaking, Song Dewen had already stabbed the needle through the outside of the child's abdomen. Although it was not assisted by modern instruments, it was extremely accurate and successfully avoided the kidneys. Otherwise, the black child would die on the spot.

Because of blood pressure, as soon as the needle was stabbed in, blood flowed into the barrel like a fountain. The black child's enlarged belly quickly shrank back. By bleeding and reducing pressure, the black child finally escaped, but this was just a stop to the arrival of the god of death, but it was not completely driven away.

Just as Wang Xiaobin held his breath and stared at the amazing actions of the two masters, Xie Zhengping suddenly asked: "Boy, if I wake him up now, what would happen?"

After four months of practical study, although Wang Xiaobin has changed from a medical student who knows nothing to a doctor with considerable clinical experience, he still has no idea when facing Mr. Xie’s problem. He replied with a trembling voice: “The liver bleeding has been blocked, but the concussion has not been ruled out. If he wakes up rashly, vomiting will be caused by dizziness, which will induce stomach spasms, and at the same time, it will accelerate blood supply to the heart. The wound with heavy bleeding will collapse again, and he will surely die!”

Xie Zhengping and Song Dewen looked at each other, and Xie Zhengping affirmed: "Boy, the answer is quite good, with full marks!"

At this moment, the ambulance arrived, and several nurses quickly carried the black child onto the stretcher. Then the two old men Xie Song and the black women also got onto the ambulance.

Watching the two masters get in the ambulance and leave, Wang Xiaobin took a long breath and thought to himself: "It's better to be rare in this kind of scene!" Then he lay on the edge of the sink and vomited wildly, even his stomach acid was almost spitting out.

Since both masters accompanied the black children to a nearby large hospital and the small clinic could not be closed, Wang Xiaobin became the attending doctor for the first time, and looked sick in the lobby in a decent manner. Because there were many patients, they were busy with trouble. Fortunately, the other patients were mostly colds and headaches, and Wang Xiaobin was more than enough to deal with it.

Because he saved the black child, the reputation of the traditional Chinese and Western medicine clinic became better. Unlike the hospital I saw at the entrance of the hospital a few years ago, Wang Xiaobing’s two masters only collected some medicine money for treatment, and at most it was just to add more money to maintain basic expenses.

Due to the low price and good medical treatment effect, all the people in nearby neighborhoods who had some minor problems went to the "Guangjimintang", which also gave Wang Xiaobin many free medical practice targets. In this way, traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, who have been squeezed into a desperate situation in China, have been vigorously vibrant in the United States, where Western medicine is the most developed.

After several days of busyness, Wang Xiaobin's originally weak body became stronger. Over time, the two old men Xie Song gradually retreated behind the scenes, just sat quietly beside him to inspect whether Wang Xiaobin's diagnosis was wrong and occasionally guided him.

When it was a little different from the two masters, Wang Xiaobin's charging model changed a bit. He regarded the clinic as a jewelry store, which echoed the saying "If you don't open for three years, you will earn three years if you open it."

On weekdays, poor people in slums only charge some money symbolically, but when they encounter someone who really has no money, they just pay for it. But if they are rich people who come here, I'm sorry, and they can't get a 10,000 dollar per day. What's a bit outrageous is that poor people can recover from three or five small injections or two or three pairs of medicines once, but it's different when it's the turn of rich people. It's always better than the last time, but the shortest one takes one month, and the longest one is not until Wang Xiaobin leaves the United States. Due to these reasons, the two old men Xie Song and the powerful men who come to see the doctor secretly gave Wang Xiaobin a nickname, called "money-savvy doctor".

Time passed in a flash, and Wang Xiaobin also steadily treated her in the United States for three years. One day, the two old men Xie Song called Wang Xiaobin and said, "Advisor, after three years, you have accumulated a lot of clinical experience. Tomorrow, we two old men plan to recommend you to the hospital to work!"

"Ah?! No!? Master, American hospitals are all Western medicine? Don't I study traditional Chinese medicine? Do you have to force me to change careers?!" Wang Xiaobin asked in surprise after hearing the two old men's words.

Although "Guangjimintang" is a clinic that integrates traditional Chinese and Western medicine, Wang Xiaobin always believes that he is studying traditional Chinese medicine and most diseases are treated with traditional Chinese medicine. If you really want to go to a large hospital, it is really no different from changing careers.

Song Dewen was dissatisfied with this. Because Wang Xiaobin's words completely denied his teaching for the past three years. It would be strange if anyone was not angry after hearing this. So Song Dewen shouted loudly: "What's wrong with Western medicine? Haven't I taught you Western medicine in the past three years?"

Wang Xiaobin knew that he was wrong as soon as he spoke. When he saw Song Dewen getting angry, he kept saying, "Ah!? No, Master, what are you talking about? I mean, if I leave this clinic, I'm afraid the master will be too busy!"

After three years of this young man, he had a lot of mind and made sense. "Guangjimintang" is now the best small hospital in the entire slum area. The cars driven by the rich man who came to see a doctor every day can fill the entire alley. The two small hospitals nearby were squeezed out by it, and it was a good idea to close the door.

When Song Dewen heard this, his face calmed down a little, and he still didn't say anything. Xie Zhengping took the conversation and said, "You guy is still a little conscience! We have thought about this question long ago! I have made a lot in the past three years. Isn't there a new Mercedes-Benz parked at the door of our clinic? The one you usually drive will belong to you in the future! If you go to the hospital during the day and go to the clinic to help at night, wouldn't it be?"

It seems that the two old men had planned this matter in advance, and Xie Zhengping cut off all Wang Xiaobin's retreat in one sentence.

"Hey!" Wang Xiaobin sighed and thought to himself: "The one at the door is still a new Mercedes-Benz? I'm afraid it has been scrapped in China. Alas! I don't know that it was from that year. The speakers didn't ring, but they were all ringing all over. What kind of broken car is it?"
Chapter completed!