White armor

Chapter 510 Do you know Yilan’s love story?

"Old Xu, my skills have improved a lot recently. You can try it." Director Qin came to Director Xu and said with a smile.

Director Xu noticed that the needle box tucked under Qin Hongli's arm seemed different from before.

It is not made of metal, but a wooden needle box, which looks extremely rustic.

Like an old item.

It is high-end, classy and classy, ​​just like the stereotype in people’s minds.

With or without the wooden box, Director Qin is still Director Qin, but with the wooden box as a backdrop, Qin Hongli seems to be glowing.

"Lao Qin, where did you get this needle box?" Director Xu asked.

"Professor Luo gave it to me."

"!!!"

No matter how Feng Zixuan concealed his emotions, his expression changed at this moment.

He could tell that Qin Hongli wanted to show off his treasure.

Otherwise, it would be like walking in fine clothes at night, which is very boring.

Qin Hongli called Luo Hao "senior brother" as soon as they met when Luo Hao gave him the needle box. From what he said, if Luo Hao didn't object, he would have knelt down and kowtowed to him and called him "master" directly.

That's right.

"Come, lie down and feel it." Qin Hongli helped Director Xu lie on the floor of the operating room.

The circulating nurse laid a sterile sheet on the floor. The floor was a little cold, but overall it was okay.

It’s not like Director Xu hasn’t slept on the floor of an operating room before. He did that often when he was young, and he doesn’t care.

Lying on the ground, Director Xu muttered, "I'm really old. In less than 20 minutes, my waist felt like it was broken."

"Well, I've told you to come to me every day, but you didn't believe me. You're still stubborn even at your age." Qin Hongli opened the needle box and picked up an acupuncture needle.

They are called acupuncture needles, but they are actually disposable. Qin Hongli took out a bag of acupuncture needles wrapped in plastic from the wooden box, which looked a bit low-end.

The acupuncture needle is extremely thin, and the needle tip trembles slightly when held in the hand.

At this moment, Qin Hongli did have the demeanor of an old Chinese doctor.

He is the kind of person who possesses unique skills. With a set of Yin-Yang, Five Elements, Eight Trigrams, Heluo and "unique acupuncture techniques" that are unique in heaven and earth, he can bring a dead person back to life within three days.

Feng Zixuan no longer watched the operation. With Luo Hao there, there would be no problem with the operation.

His interest is acupuncture.

Although Luo Hao does not have a certificate of traditional Chinese medicine, Feng Zixuan can recite all of his seven practicing certificates by heart.

So, Luo Hao only accepted one apprentice?
When Feng Zixuan thought of this, he felt it was a bit absurd.

Qin Hongli wanted to show off his skills. He flicked his fingers on the acupuncture needle, and a faint dragon roar could be heard.

Then he shook his wrist, and the acupuncture needle did not move at all, and then fell on Director Xu's back.

"Fuck, what did you inject into me?!" Director Xu immediately felt something was wrong.

"Hey." Qin Hongli's face was full of pride. "Just lie still and don't move. This needle was produced by a lightning strike. It has a weak current. It doesn't need to be powered on."

"..."

"..."

Feng Zixuan was stunned.

He did know about lightning-struck wood. It seemed that Luo Hao had always been in contact with the industrial park in Gusu, which made lightning-struck wood.

I just didn't expect that the needle box made of lightning-struck wood could actually nourish the acupuncture needles and allow a slight electric current to exist in the needles.

"This is one of our own. I am telling you the truth. If this were a patient, I would have said something different."

"What?" Director Xu asked in a muffled voice.

"The greatest treasure in the world, do you think that only your cardiothoracic surgery department can deceive patients? Do you think your tricks can compare with the traditional Chinese medicine inherited from two years ago? That's nonsense."

"When did I lie to the patient?"

"I'm kidding. Don't move. Just lie still. If you miss the target, you'll be paralyzed." Qin Hongli threatened. "Director Feng is here and can testify. I won't care if anything happens to you."

Director Xu just lay there obediently, not daring to say a word.

Qin Hongli didn't use many needles, only 12. After the needles were inserted, he gently twisted them and asked, "Old Xu, how do you feel?"

"It feels numb and tingling. It's stronger than the electric acupuncture feeling in your department." Director Xu honestly stated his feelings.

"That's right. From now on, this set of needles won't need to be powered by electricity." Qin Hongli smiled.

He had only tried it on himself and knew it worked, so this was the first time he had received approval from a patient.

Qin Hongli was very proud.

"Tell me carefully."

"Uh~~~" Director Xu was stunned. He also felt that today's acupuncture needles were different from the previous ones.

But if I were to speak carefully, I really don’t know how to organize the language.

Qin Hongli did not urge him. He knew that some feelings were indescribable. Even if he was asked to describe the feeling of having acupuncture needles piercing his acupuncture points, he could not do it.

After a few minutes, Director Xu sighed and said, "It is said that acupuncture points were invented during the Republic of China period..."

"That's acupressure, which was made up in the martial arts novels of the Republic of China. What nonsense! Acupoints have been mentioned in medical books from ancient times to the present. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense." Qin Hongli corrected.

"Yes, yes, acupuncture. I thought it was a joke before, but who knew I would really believe it now."

"Oh?"

Just as Director Xu was about to continue speaking, his expression suddenly turned ugly.

"Old Xu? Go on, say a few more words. To be honest, the needle box that my senior brother gave me, I..."

Before Qin Hongli could finish speaking, Director Xu struggled to stand up.

"Be honest!"

"Me!" Director Xu, who had always been honest, didn't listen to Qin Hongli at all. He struggled to kneel on the ground and put his hands into his pants.

"Old Xu? Are you crazy?!" Qin Hongli was stunned.

When Director Xu's hand touched his pants, his ugly expression improved slightly.

"What's wrong with you, Director Xu?" Feng Zixuan asked.

"Director Feng, I...I...I thought I peed my pants just now."

"Ga!" Zhuang Yan stared at Director Xu with eyes wide open.

Why did I suddenly feel like I peed my pants?

Director Xu was a little confused. He touched it up and down and indeed did not feel any wet spot or any fishy or foul smell. He was relieved then.

"Lao Qin, I moved. Is the needle okay?"

"Don't talk anymore. Get down quickly." Director Qin slapped Director Xu on the back of his head with a gloomy face. "Behave yourself."

"Ah."

After Director Xu lay down and Qin Hongli corrected the acupuncture position, he realized what had just happened.

Director Xu often comes to me for acupuncture. He is not the kind of patient who has a very poor compliance with medical treatment.

Moreover, Director Xu was very careful with every move when he came, but when he just climbed up from the mount and touched his pants on his knees, the movements were very smooth.

"Old Xu, are you okay?"

Director Qin asked cautiously.

"Ah? Ah!" Director Xu uttered twice in succession.

Even he doesn't believe in himself.

"It seems to be better. Director Xu, what happened to you just now?" Feng Zixuan brought the topic back.

"Director Feng, I just felt a warm current below my waist. I thought I was injured and had incontinence."

"Damn, am I such an unreliable person?!" Qin Hongli scolded, "A student from the medical school paralyzed himself with a needle, and I paralyzed him back to health. Don't you know about this?"

Some time ago, medical students from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine took an acupuncture class. The young man was very brave and eager to learn. He went back to the dormitory and gave himself acupuncture. As a result, he became incontinent.

Later, Qin Hongli gave him acupuncture for 14 days, and he was completely cured.

This incident was made a laughing stock by everyone.

"I know, I know." Director Xu said embarrassedly, "But I didn't expect it to take effect so quickly. At that time, I felt warm below my waist, like..."

"Cough cough."

Director Xu coughed twice in embarrassment.

This time even Qin Hongli was stunned. He didn't expect the effect to be so immediate.

Qin Hongli originally thought of the lightning-struck wood as a joke. He tried it on himself and it worked a little, but he didn't know it would have such miraculous effects when used on patients.

Not only Qin Hongli, but even Luo Hao was slightly stunned. One second later, the scissors hidden in his hand turned 1° and cut the knot.

"Is it so magical? Old Xu, are you sure?" Qin Hongli asked anxiously.

"You do not know?"

"This is the first time I use this kind of acupuncture needle..."

Director Xu tried and said, "I think I am feeling better now. Wait a minute, is the orthopedic department performing the surgery?"

"Go get an orthopedic surgeon."

"No need, just raise your limbs and try it. I'll remove the needle and give it a try later." Director Qin said, "I learned this at the Air Force Headquarters."

No one in the operating room questioned anything. Everyone was very curious. Even Luo Hao was doing the surgery while waiting for Qin Hongli's physical examination.

"Xiao Luo, how was the surgery?"

"No problem, Director Xu is right. It's a simple trauma. We just need to pull out the crossbow arrow. The upper and lower lobes of the left lung are ruptured, and there is a fractured rib. There is nothing else."

"That's good. Come down, do we need to go to the ICU?" Feng Zixuan asked.

"No need. You will be able to get out of bed in a day or two. If you move around more, you will be discharged soon." Luo Hao performed the operation methodically. The professor in charge of the team opposite him tried his best to cooperate, but he could not keep up with Luo Hao's speed.

"Professor Luo, please slow down. I can't keep up." The professor in charge of the group opposite said distressedly.

"Oh oh oh." Luo Hao smiled.

"I feel like you've been working faster since my director said there was something unusual." The professor in charge of the group breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Luo Hao slow down. "I thought you were doing a normal operation, but I didn't expect you were taking it easy. You were waiting for me."

"It's OK. It's not too slow. It's just a normal operation." Luo Hao smiled. "Director Xu, it's OK. Let's take our time."

Fifteen minutes later, Qin Hongli pulled out the acupuncture needle.

His technique of pulling out the needle was rather delicate, with his wrist moving his fingers, so that the acupuncture needle would rotate in the acupuncture point and then be pulled out.

"Old Xu, you've performed a lot of surgeries, your butt is so perky." Director Qin laughed.

"Don't make a fuss. I'm too old to accept this youngster's joke." Director Xu turned over and lay comfortably on the ground. "Old Qin, please do the straight leg raising test slowly. Don't hurt me." "You can scream, but no one will come to save you even if you scream your throat out."

"Don't say such vulgar and lame jokes, hurry up." Feng Zixuan scolded.

Qin Hongli had the most basic respect for the director of the Medical Department. He held Director Xu's ankle with one hand and placed the other hand above the knee joint to keep the knee joint straight and raised to a certain angle.

"Do you feel it?"

"It doesn't hurt, but the tendons are short and a little uncomfortable when pulled." Director Xu was also quite surprised. He thought that he would be unable to walk properly for at least ten days or half a month after this attack. Unexpectedly, he would be fine after the acupuncture. He estimated that he would be fine after a good night's sleep and wake up tomorrow.

As for the examination conducted by Qin Hongli, it is a commonly used examination method in clinical practice.

When a normal person lies in the supine position with their lower limbs straight, the angle of passive elevation is 60° to 120°. When the lower limbs are elevated to 30° to 70°, the nerve roots can stretch 2 to 5 mm in the intervertebral foramen without any pain, so an elevation of more than 70° is normal.

Qin Hongli was joking, but he knew he was doing it and would never take pleasure in hurting Director Xu on purpose.

Even after it was raised to 70 degrees, Director Xu still did not look particularly painful. Qin Hongli really believed it this time.

Fuck, my skills have greatly improved!

How is this any different from the scene in martial arts novels where someone falls off a cliff and finds a unique martial art?!

There is also a white-bearded old man who teaches him skills... a young-looking old man teaches him skills. Professor Luo just eats ginseng fruit, so he looks young, Qin Hongli thought.

Director Xu had a bulging disc just now, and it was so painful that he dared not move. A few injections, 20 minutes, and he was completely healed?!

The effect was so magical that even Qin Hongli himself couldn't believe it.

His square face was flushed and his hands were shaking with excitement.

"Old Xu, try to get up and move around a bit."

"Uh, isn't that a bit early?"

"The straight leg raising test was negative. Why are you pretending to be sick? You want to claim it as a work injury and ask the hospital to compensate you."

Director Xu hesitated for a moment, but still slowly sat up and moved slightly.

fine!

He stood up with the help of Qin Hongli and others.

It seems to be really healed!!
"Lao Qin, I'm really fine."

"Go down on your own."

When Qin Hongli saw Director Xu walking freely and without any pain, his expression became extremely strange.

"Director Qin, I'll give you some wood later so you can make a needle box yourself." Although Luo Hao didn't see Qin Hongli's expression, he spoke directly to his heart.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Qin Hongli nodded repeatedly, “Brother, thank you, thank you. I thought it was just a decoration, but I didn’t expect it to be so useful! And it’s so useful!”

"I didn't expect that. I'm glad it works." Luo Hao stretched out his hand. "Warm salt water."

The circulating nurse quickly apologized, "Professor Luo, I was too busy looking at it. I'll go get it right away."

She ran out quickly, muttering softly as she left, "How could the operation be done so quickly?"

Feng Zixuan stood up, walked to the operating table and took a look.

The lung lobes have been sewn shut, and even the broken ribs have been fixed with a rib cuff.

"Xiao Luo, let's go back. Let the chest department handle the chest closure themselves."

"it is good."

Luo Hao didn't hesitate and turned around and walked off the stage.

"Xiao Luo, did you make Director Qin's needle box?"

Back in the locker room, Feng Zixuan asked.

"It wasn't me, it was Chen Yong who did it. Didn't he get some lightning-struck wood a while ago? He said it was written in a book that lightning-struck wood can be used to make needle boxes, which is in line with acupuncture."

The eight characters are compatible.

Feng Zixuan expressed regret over this description.

"It's really amazing. Old Xu is an honest man. He doesn't hide anything and he doesn't lie." Feng Zixuan commented.

"I didn't think of that either. I'll find a chance to study it."

Feng Zixuan didn't say much, but he felt happy when he thought that the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of the First Hospital of Medical University would become a key department in the province in the future, with a constant stream of patients coming and going.

Although Feng Zixuan always tries to avoid trouble at work, it does not mean that he does things in a perfunctory manner.

It would definitely be a good thing if it could relieve the patient's clinical symptoms.

"Xiao Luo, that's awesome!" Feng Zixuan praised.

"It's OK, it's OK. But what about your friends in the archery hall, Director Feng?"

"As long as no one dies, we can discuss it. As for the crossbow, it seems to be against the rules. At most, they can confiscate it and pay some money. It's wrong to keep such a sharp weapon privately. But they like it. The stricter the control, the happier they are to show it off.

Tell me, what kind of mentality is this? "

"Hey." Luo Hao smiled, thinking about something.

"But having said that, Xiao Luo, I really didn't expect the operation to be so simple." Feng Zixuan said.

"That's not so bad. I watched an American TV series, Grey's Anatomy, where a homemade rocket was stuck in the chest. The slightest movement would detonate the rocket. That kind of thing is really difficult."

"!!!"

Feng Zixuan was stunned. Homemade rockets?!

But I realized in a flash that this is only prohibited in China. Otherwise, with the current industrial capacity, individuals can rub it out with their hands at home.

If that were the case, it wouldn't necessarily cause much trouble.

Crossbow arrow, penetrating wound, Feng Zixuan thought about it again in his mind, but no matter how strange the wound was, it seemed that it could not be as effective as Qin Hongli's acupuncture needles.

It was like watching a randomly made-up TV drama, and Director Xu stood up so gracefully.

Feng Zixuan guessed in his mind that it would take at least three to five days for Director Xu to be able to get out of bed, and the operation was indeed very demanding on the waist.

But after 12 injections and half an hour, he was cured.

"Xiao Luo, acupuncture and moxibustion is... really useful, right?"

"Yes, but I don't want to get involved. Director Feng, you know that there is a lot of debate in this area, and Chinese medicine depends on the person. Director Qin is talented, so it should be no problem. As for the others, I think ophthalmologists are more suitable, but they don't have a Chinese medicine license."

Feng Zixuan was silent.

"When you have time, persuade Director Qin not to let him move too fast. Be careful not to take too big a step and get hurt."

"Hahahaha." Feng Zixuan laughed. He understood what Luo Hao meant.

Xiao Luo is a real bastard. He is not even willing to publicize the techniques used by his teacher back then. He is so low-key that it is outrageous.

If we want to promote it from the hospital, we have to wait until Xiao Luo leaves. If he is still here, it will be a huge obstacle.

But Feng Zixuan changed his mind and thought, Xiao Luo said that Chinese medicine and acupuncture depend on talent, and he also said that Director Qin is a talented person.

This also means that others may not be able to follow suit, which means that it may not be able to be carried out on a large scale.

There is only Director Qin, and the types of surgeries he can perform are limited.

Okay, that's fine, Feng Zixuan smiled.

"Xiao Luo, what have you been busy with recently?" Feng Zixuan asked.

"Isn't the Ice and Snow Festival about to open? My uncle graduated from the School of Veterinary Medicine. Their deputy mayor of culture and tourism found the former president of the medical university, and then came to me to see if I can get more traffic."

This line is too long, people asking people to ask people again, and people asking people again, it's so troublesome. Feng Zixuan thought about it for a while and laughed.

"Our provincial capital hasn't been developed yet, let alone that side."

"The project of exile to Ningguta, plus Wohu Mountain." Luo Hao said.

"???" Feng Zixuan was startled.

Huh? There's something going on.

"Director Feng, Boss Lou will be back soon. We have an appointment for dinner to talk about the renovation of the Snow Town. Speaking of the Snow Town, snow-making machines are not expensive now, and electricity is abundant. Everywhere is a Snow Town."

Feng Zixuan's expression suddenly became serious, and he stared at Luo Hao.

"Uh, Director Feng, you?"

"Have you heard of Yilan's love story?"

"Sister, wait a moment, let's talk for a while. Guess who I'm thinking about in my heart." Luo Hao hummed softly.

"Yes, that's it!" Feng Zixuan said seriously, "There are various cultural relics around the provincial capital. Although they are not very impressive to us, they are still worth seeing."

"What's the highlight?" Luo Hao wondered.

He really had no idea what Feng Zixuan was talking about.

Yilan Love Story? Jia Ling has sung it before. Do we need to invite Jia Ling to perform?

“After Song Huizong was captured, the second emperor was detained in Bianjing, which is now Kaifeng, Henan. He was first imprisoned in Yanjing, passing through Zhongjing, and now Damingcheng, west of Ningcheng, Inner Mongolia.

Living in the former prime minister's mansion of Khitan, the accommodation treatment was considered top-notch in the Northeast region at that time.

Afterwards, they went to Shangjing, the capital of the Jin Dynasty, which is Acheng District in the south of the provincial capital. At the Wanyan Aguda Temple, they completed the humiliating "sheep-leading" surrender ceremony. The two emperors, Huizong and Huizong, were respectively named "Hundegong", a second-rank official, and "Hundehou", a third-rank official. They lived here for two months. "

"In October 1128, they went west to Hanzhou, which is today's Ningliao Changtu Bamianpo. At this time, there were only 10 people left in the entourage of Emperors Huizong and Qinzong. In order to accommodate them, all the Jurchens in the city were moved out, leaving only room for them.

Here they were given about 50 hectares of land for cultivation.

Two years later, after a series of military actions by the Southern Song Dynasty, Yue Fei recovered Jiankang City. The status of the two emperors Huizong and Qinzong was further enhanced. Jin Taizong was afraid that the Song army would attack and rescue the two emperors, so he marched them eastward to the interior.

According to the Song Dynasty's "Northern Hunting Records", starting from Hanzhou, passing through Xinzhou to Yitong River, taking a boat, entering the Second Songhua River, sailing northwest, passing through the Nenjiang River and entering the Songhua River, it took 46 days to reach Wuguotoucheng.

"This is Yilan!"

"..."

Luo Hao kept scratching his head. Feng Zixuan seemed very excited. He said a series of things, and it seemed that he had studied them early in the morning.

"Hahaha, Xiao Luo, I also have some research on revitalizing the hometown economy."

"Are you from Yilan?"

"Yeah." Feng Zixuan nodded. "A few years ago, when I went back to my hometown to have dinner with the county magistrate, we talked about this matter. They did build a site where Huizong lived. You know, things like this have to be snatched, and the historical records are also vague."

"That's right. There are several in Huaguo Mountain now."

"But there is not much traffic, and things like Beishu are really unpleasant to talk about." Feng Zixuan sighed deeply.

"In the Battle of Yancheng, Yue Fei led the Wei army to destroy the Iron Pagoda and welcomed the two saints back to the capital. If I were to think about it, the final setting would be Yilan, which could be used as the background for the Battle of Yancheng."

"???"

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Note: When I designed the outline two years ago, I originally wanted to write about exile to Ningguta, but seeing that the Ice and Snow Festival had already been held on a large scale, I revised the outline. Unfortunately, I can only write a little about this section.

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