White armor

Chapter 472 You want to complain? Or should I hang myself at your door?

Seeing that the traffic jam was severe, Luo Hao contacted Chen Yong and simply got out of the car and walked over.

"Why are there so many cars?" Luo Hao was a little confused.

"I guess someone knew my master was here and came here to ask for divination." Chen Yong said casually.

"???"

Luo Hao was a little surprised when he saw the rows of luxury cars. Although the capital city never lacked good cars and luxury cars, it was extremely rare to see so many of them in such a large number at this time.

As I walked along, I saw a group of people gathered together in the distance.

"Chen Yong, that's it?"

Chen Yong took a look from a distance and nodded. He was not surprised and seemed to be used to it.

The crowd had some rules. Even though they were different from what was shown in the movies, you could still see a certain degree of organization.

I wonder which company this big boss is from, Luo Hao thought to himself.

Being able to find this old man who used to work at Institute 209 in the first place shows what it means to be truly well-connected.

Luo Hao suddenly remembered something and pulled Chen Yong to his side. "Chen Yong, is it common for no one to go to your master's back mountain?"

"I can't get in."

"Oh?" Luo Hao remembered the fog that day.

"You won't understand even if I tell you. I'll go take a look."

"I'm just a swindler who travels around the country. It would be the best if I can make a living, but I'll accept it if I can't." A strong voice came.

Chen Yong's pace quickened involuntarily.

He raised his hand to separate the crowd. The young people on the periphery looked at Chen Yong coldly and said, "Please go around."

The young man's tone was very cold, and his body was as solid as stone, not even shaking.

Just as Chen Yong was about to say something, Luo Hao stopped him and said, "Old man, Chen Yong and I are here."

"Hey, I knew you were reliable!" The old man's voice came out with a smile, "Borrow it, borrow it, my child is here to take me to see a doctor."

"Old man, do you have eye disease?" someone asked.

"Colleagues, I am very familiar with several directors." Another person echoed.

"Old man, please wait a moment."

This time, Chen Yong's master was not wearing a vest and shorts, but was staggering out in a dirty polo shirt.

It looks... a little too casual.

At first glance, he doesn't have any trace of immortal spirit, just like an ordinary middle-aged man, the kind whose family has fallen on hard times, who is lazy and doesn't even wash his face.

Luo Hao knew that the old man who worked at the 209th Institute was quite old, but outsiders could not tell.

Institute 209 was established in 1958, and he should be one of the first members.

As for when he left, Boss Zhou didn't say and Luo Hao didn't ask.

"Old man." Luo Hao bowed and stretched out his hand.

"Don't be so polite. My eyes can't see clearly." The old man said bluntly, as if he didn't even see the hand that Luo Hao stretched out, his eyes were blank.

"The market has been good these days, and I've been studying a little too much, so my eyes are having problems. The five colors make people blind, and that's true."

"Just make money when the market is good, what's the point of research. You too, you don't even know how old you are. You are a mortal body, it's good enough that you can survive until now, and you still dare to cause trouble like this." Chen Yong muttered.

"What do you know? Hard work makes perfect, but laziness makes waste."

"..." Luo Hao found it hard to believe that this person actually regarded stocks as a "karma".

The karma of karmic obstacles is pretty much the same.

Behind the old man followed a tall and thin middle-aged man in his thirties wearing a pair of frameless glasses.

His expression was somewhat serious, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Old man, let's go."

"Ah."

"Sir, where are you going?" a middle-aged man in his thirties asked hurriedly.

"Guanganmen Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

"Ah?" The middle-aged man in his thirties was stunned. "Didn't the old man say he had an eye disease?"

Eye disease, old immortal, stocks, Guang'anmen Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, these words simply don't fit together.

No matter how determined he was when he came here, the middle-aged man in his thirties now had some doubts.

The old immortal would not get sick, but he did, and he didn’t know how to cure himself, and he couldn’t even get an appointment with his colleagues.

Did he admit the wrong person?

Although he thought so, the middle-aged man in his thirties still maintained respect for the elderly, even if it was only on the surface.

"Hello Guang'anmen, Xiao Luo, how are you?" the old man asked leisurely.

"I don't know. I haven't done it in many years."

"Oh, that's fine."

"..." Luo Hao was speechless. Didn't the old man understand what he was saying?

Chen Yong was even more surprised. "Hey, Luo Hao, those are my master's eyes. Find an expert from the same field to take a look at them."

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand." The old man scolded.

Luo Hao grinned. Finally someone told Chen Yong to stop talking nonsense if he didn't understand.

"Master."

"See, I said the stock market would go up! It finally went up, it went up!!" The old man's face turned red with excitement.

Luo Hao didn't have the time, nor did he dare to criticize the old man.

The last time we met, he spoke out what was on his mind as soon as he opened his mouth.

Following what Chen Yong said, Luo Hao tried to calm himself down and meditate.

My mind was blank, and I wondered what else he could "see".

"Xiao Luo, you don't have to do this on purpose." The old man patted Luo Hao on the back, "The Chinese medicine acupuncture method of treating eye diseases has almost been lost, and the Western medicine femtosecond therapy sounds a bit unorthodox.

I had no choice but to contact the institute, but the person they sent was you.”

"Inside the institute?" Chen Yong noticed this word.

"Don't ask nonsense questions." The old man scolded, "Just give me two needles casually, and relax. The golden needle removal technique is very simple."

"..."

Luo Hao sighed. Just two injections? That's a joke.

Guang'anmen Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine should have reserved certain equipment, and someone in the institute has already contacted them, so Luo Hao is not worried about this.

It has been only a few years since Mr. Youzhi passed away, so those specific equipment should still be preserved.

Luo Hao realized one thing - the equipment should always be backed up, otherwise he would have no idea about it in the future.

Besides, not all patients can be cured by phacoemulsification or femtosecond laser.

Although I didn't learn from Mr. Youzhi, I only have this little skill of acupuncture and moxibustion left behind, and I can't let it stop in my own hands.

"You're the only one who can do this?"

Before Luo Hao could let go of the thought, the old man asked.

"..." Luo Hao sighed. Do people who practice Taoism have no sense of boundaries?

He suddenly understood what Southerners meant by their sense of borders.

"The sense of boundaries you mentioned is not important. Hurry up and cure my illness. Xiao Luo, you don't know how difficult it is for me to get sick once."

"Is it difficult?" Luo Hao thought to himself.

He found that communicating with the elderly also had its benefits and saved him a lot of spit.

The old man's face turned red.

The first one is toothache, and the second one is cataract.

Emotions are sick regardless of whether the stock market is good or bad.

The middle-aged man in his thirties saw that Luo Hao didn't say anything, but the old man kept chattering one sentence after another, and the feeling of unreliability in his heart became more and more obvious.

"Is it him?" asked the middle-aged man in his thirties, "Why doesn't he look like him?"

"It should be, but I also think... I'll go ask again." The person next to him answered in a low voice.

As he spoke, he came to the front car.

Although the middle-aged man in his thirties didn't believe it, he still jogged a few steps, opened the car door, and said respectfully, "Mr. Qiu, please come in."

Last name Qiu?

Only then did Luo Hao know Master Chen Yong's last name.

"I'm just an artist, not an old man." Mr. Qiu waved his hand and walked beside Luo Hao. "My calculations are not accurate. They are just tricks used by me to make a living. There are many great artists in the capital. Why are you pestering me?"

The middle-aged man in his thirties watched Mr. Qiu walk past him. There were some soup stains on his polo shirt, which looked particularly eye-catching.

"Mr. Qiu."

"Oh, it's just a surname. I have forgotten it myself." Mr. Qiu waved his hand. "When I entered the station that year, I had to register. It was Qiu. I said my surname was Qiu. In fact, I don't even remember it myself."

Depend on.

Luo Hao was speechless. This was too casual.

"How much have you learned?" asked Mr. Qiu.

"Mr. Qiu, I'll tell you the truth. It was Mr. Youzhi who taught me twice and treated a patient first."

"Oh, you call it internship, right?"

"Yes, internship. Now Western medicine phacoemulsification and femtosecond laser have been widely used, and there are large private hospitals like Aier for ophthalmology. Acupuncture and moxibustion for removing obstacles are indeed rare."

"Try it. I believe in you."

"What if something goes wrong?" Luo Hao spread his hands.

"Don't worry, I won't go blind."

“???” Luo Hao could feel that Mr. Qiu was not trying to comfort him, but that there would really be no harm to his eyes.

I don’t know if it’s the result of cultivation or calculation.

Both he and Chen Yong were talking in a weird way, which Luo Hao couldn't understand.

After calling a car, Chen Yong asked Liu Yiyi and Zhuang Yan to follow, and then pulled Mr. Qiu into the car.

A row of luxury cars were watching eagerly on the side.

"Master, I'm not saying anything bad about you."

After getting in the car, Chen Yong frowned and scolded fiercely.

"you shut up."

"You're already sick, can't you just stop worrying?" Instead of shutting up, Chen Yong's expression became more and more ferocious.

"Okay, okay, no matter how fierce you are, I can't see you. My eyes are really not working well from staring at the phone these days. Hey, tell me, what is the point of living?" Mr. Qiu sighed.

"Then why don't you practice hard and overcome the tribulation as soon as possible."

"They don't allow it inside."

"!!!"

This sentence, like thunder, hit Luo Hao on the head.

The institute still manages this?!
The research institute founded by Mr. Qian was in charge of a lot of things.

"What are you doing when you have nothing to do? Like you? I'm tired of the world of women and skeletons. The stock market is pretty good." Mr. Qiu said with a smile, "The world is boring, you have to have a job to make a living. Why don't you let us do it? I don't know when it will end."

"Mr. Qiu, how is your health?" Luo Hao only said half of the sentence.

"It's okay. Go get acupuncture to remove the obstruction. It's a minor operation. I saw Tang Youzhi do it to my senior brother decades ago." Luo Hao really had nothing to say to him.

Every sentence is like listening to a story.

"Tang Youzhi was still young at that time, making money in Shanghai. There were many people in their clinic in Shanghai before liberation," said Mr. Qiu.

Learn skills in the imperial capital, become famous in Tianjin, and make money in the Magic City?
Luo Hao thought of the senior neurosurgeon who performed an operation on a small goldfish.

It was really easy to make money back then, unlike now, when you make a little money, people will point fingers at you. But these people cling to others and call him "Papa Ma", which Luo Hao finds a bit ridiculous.

When he arrived at Guang'anmen Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, someone contacted Luo Hao.

"Luo Hao, are you familiar with him?" Chen Yong looked at him in surprise.

"I came back from the United States. I was going to 912, so I went into the institute. This... should be someone from the institute. I don't know him."

"..."

"The medical team will come in together. There's not much to do. All we have to do is check up the astronauts and give some advice and solve some problems."

“???” Chen Yong was stunned.

"The treatment in the institute is good. Chen Yong, you may consider it." said Mr. Qiu.

Chen Yong nodded and said nothing else.

I followed the staff to the 12th floor and opened a room. Someone in the room had already prepared a box.

Luo Hao was a little sad.

A few years ago, Mr. Youzhi still explained to me in a gentle voice the key points of acupuncture and moxibustion, but now he can no longer see it.

"Xiao Ge, you are still here!" When Mr. Qiu saw the person in charge, he greeted him familiarly.

"Mr. Qiu, please stop joking. I almost didn't report to Naihe Bridge because of your words." The leader laughed and said, "It's just a minor problem. Just let Luo Hao fix it for you."

Mr. Qiu lay down and kept chatting and laughing with the people in the institute.

Luo Hao was in trouble.

"Xiao Luo, what are you thinking about?" asked Mr. Qiu.

"Needle extraction surgery is said to involve an incision, but it is only 2mm and does not require stitches. Most patients do not need anesthesia. Mr. Youzhi gave the teacher anesthesia back then, but he never taught me." Luo Hao said helplessly.

"As long as it's not a tooth repair, I have no problem with that," said Mr. Qiu. "Just do it."

Luo Hao was somewhat skeptical, as he could still hear Mr. Qiu's screams and ferocious movements when he was still in Huaxi Oral Hospital.

That day, I was almost beaten to death by Mr. Qiu.

"Okay." Luo Hao sighed, opened the still warm wooden box, and reached out.

"Hey, aren't you going to disinfect?" Chen Yong stopped Luo Hao.

"Mr. Youzhi didn't teach me." Luo Hao picked up a golden needle and moved his wrist slightly. The golden needle seemed to make a buzzing sound.

"Use an assistant?"

"No, it's very simple." Luo Hao said, "Sometimes I even think it's better than phacoemulsification and femtosecond laser. At least it's faster than femtosecond laser."

“Then why can’t it be carried out?”

Chen Yong didn't take any action. He just watched Luo Hao stick the golden needle into the corner of his master's eye and shuddered.

How scary.

But this time, the master did not shout or cry out. Instead, he chatted with the acquaintances around him, just like Guan Yu who was scraping his bones to cure the poison.

"Ancient Chinese medical texts say that the success rate of the golden needle removal surgery is 45% out of 10, which may be caused by the lens being pushed into the vitreous body. If the epidermis of the lens is not broken, it is good. If the epidermis is broken, it is bound to react with the surrounding tissues, and the operation will fail."

"Mr. Youzhi made some improvements, and the equipment is also specially made, which can hook out the lens. In this way, the success rate is increased to more than 90%."

"Mr. Qiu, stop talking and give me two minutes."

"Tang Youzhi only said that we were not allowed to cough, but he didn't say that we were not allowed to chat. On the day my senior brother had surgery in Shanghai, we only talked about a few things, and Tang Youzhi finished the surgery in a short time."

"I'm not as good as Mr. Youzhi, please understand." Luo Hao smiled, twisting the golden needle in his hand.

Mr. Qiu just said that and then shut up and said nothing more.

"Before Mr. Youzhi gave the teacher acupuncture to remove the obstruction, he was nervous and had high blood pressure and congestion in the retinal arteries."

"Damn, this works." Chen Yong was surprised. "How did you cure it?"

"It will be fine if the blood pressure is lowered. If Western medicine fails, everyone will understand. But if Chinese medicine fails, it will be too stressful."

"It doesn't seem very reliable now." Chen Yong told the truth.

"The upper limit of Western medicine is not high, but the lower limit is high; the upper limit of Chinese medicine is extremely high, but the lower limit is also extremely low." Luo Hao sighed, and the golden needles in his hand kept moving. "Mr. Youzhi told me that it was a pity that he was only proficient in acupuncture for ophthalmology."

As he spoke, Luo Hao's hand suddenly moved, "Okay."

The gold needle was pulled out and the lens was brought out.

Chen Yong was stunned. This was too fast. What did Luo Hao do? It seemed that he did nothing, but the cloudy vitreous body on the golden needle was real.

The operation must have been completed. It was completed while Luo Hao was gossiping.

"Mr. Qiu, please don't move. I'll put a blindfold on you."

"No need." Mr. Qiu refused. "Really, that's what Tang Youzhi said when he was doing acupuncture and moxibustion for my senior brother."

"Are you sure?"

"Don't worry, you doctors are really going backwards as time goes by," said Mr. Qiu. "Before liberation, I saw a doctor kick a patient out of his home, saying that it was bad luck not to die at home."

"Now that we are liberated, we are all the people who are curing illnesses and saving lives. Everyone is equal. This is not the old society anymore," Luo Hao explained.

"I'm not going to complain about you, how about I complain once? Hang myself in front of your hospital?"

"..."

Luo Hao's hand trembled.

"Indeed, you are right. People who threaten doctors before the operation is over...Hahaha, go on, I was just joking."

Luo Hao then removed another gold needle and took out the lens of the other eye in a few minutes.

"Okay, now I can see things clearly." Mr. Qiu stood up and looked around.

"Mr. Qiu..."

"Don't worry, I told you everything is fine." Mr. Qiu patted Luo Hao's shoulder vigorously, "I will pray for you when I go back. This will be the consultation fee."

Pray!

Luo Hao looked at the luck value of the blessing. Mr. Qiu's action once was more effective than Chen Yongsheng's continuous blessing after two levels of advancement.

"Thank you, Mr. Qiu."

"After all, Chen Yong is only an apprentice. He has just started, and his merits are not enough." Mr. Qiu smiled and said, "Then I will leave."

"Mr. Qiu!" the person who led the institute said hurriedly.

"Don't look for me. I won't go back." Mr. Qiu waved his hand without turning his head, and disappeared like a gust of wind.

The man chased after him, but as soon as he turned a corner, he lost sight of Mr. Qiu.

Looking around, there was no trace of Mr. Qiu. He sighed, shook his head, said hello to Luo Hao, and turned and left.

"Your master left?"

"No, we agreed that I will treat you to dinner tonight." Chen Yong said with a smile.

"Wall-walking technique?"

"You've finished watching the cartoon, right? It's just a little trick. Can't you see through it?"

Luo Hao shook his head.

After walking out of Guang'anmen Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Luo Hao looked around but still did not see Mr. Qiu.

At this time, Liu Yiyi and Zhuang Yan had just got off the car.

"Chen Yong, where is your master?" Liu Yiyi asked.

"The operation is over. I came out to buy a bottle of water." A voice suddenly appeared behind Luo Hao.

Luo Hao subconsciously made a defensive move. This old man was so elusive, it was really scary.

"The operation is completed?!" Zhuang Yan was stunned.

"Yeah, just a few minutes."

“How~~how~~how did you do it?” Zhuang Yan’s voice began to tremble.

"Just stick the needle in, hook the lens, and pull it out."

"..."Zhuang Yan felt like crying but had no tears.

"I'll teach you next time I have the chance." Luo Hao was also a little helpless. He was so nervous at the time that he completely forgot about the trustworthy Zhuang Yan.

"Senior brother~~~"

"I'll tell the boss to make a copy of the equipment and keep it in the medical team," said Luo Hao.

"what?"

Zhuang Yan was stunned. Does her senior brother dote on her so much?
Just dream.

"Mr. Youzhi taught me the craft, and I want to pass it on, regardless of whether others can do it or not," Luo Hao later explained.

"Let's go, let's go eat. I'm hungry." Mr. Qiu said anxiously.

Luo Hao looked at the old man in front of him with a rosy face and felt an inexplicable sense of tearing in his heart.

It is not excessive at all to call an old immortal, whose age is unknown, an old man, but he obviously looks to be only in his forties, so the most he can be called is a teacher.

"Master, let's go eat some sweet potato vermicelli." Chen Yong held Mr. Qiu's arm, very affectionately. "This is my girlfriend, Liu Yiyi, who is going to get the marriage certificate. I was busy getting my teeth fixed last time, so you didn't remember me, did you?"

"Remember, your destiny is not bad." Mr. Qiu laughed and looked up at Liu Yiyi.

Liu Yiyi was a little shy, and she didn't know what to say.

But before she could say anything, Mr. Qiu waved, "The last number is 7986."

"Master, when did you call the car?"

"Just now, weren't you in a hurry to eat?"

"..."

"..."

Luo Hao was quite appreciative of the old man, especially since he was going to pray for him again as medical payment.

Otherwise, we have to say that people who came from the old society are knowledgeable and know how much doctors earn.

Luo Hao was thinking wildly.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Qiu, I have a friend who can eat with us?" Luo Hao asked.

"Who is it?"

"My roommate, I finally have the chance to come to the capital, but I have to visit all the bosses tomorrow, so I'm afraid I don't have time." Luo Hao felt a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, let's eat together. It will be more lively when there are more people."

……

"Excuse me, are you Director Ge from Institute 209?" A middle-aged man in his thirties then came to the clinic of Guang'anmen Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

He searched very precisely.

"Yes, you are the youngest in the Qi family, you are already this old."

"Director Ge, where is that old gentleman just now?"

"I'm leaving after the surgery."

"Finished?!" The middle-aged man in his thirties was stunned for a moment, "Isn't it a cataract surgery?"

"Yes, Xiao Luo inserted a gold needle and twisted it twice to hook the lens out. The operation was really simple. If I have cataracts in the future, I will not go to Tongren Hospital, but go directly to Xiao Luo." Director Ge said with a smile.

The youngest child of the Qi family was stunned.

(End of this chapter)