A doctor who travels through two eras

Outside the bungalow area, Dean Shen glanced at Ye Shanmin who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes full of disgust.

Shen Guoming was born a soldier, and what a soldier hates most in his life is deserters, so Ye Shanmin is like a stink bug in his eyes. If it were during the war, he would have killed him with his own hands.

When Ye Wenyao saw the dean coming, he quickly greeted him in a flattering manner: "Dean Shen, I..."

Dean Shen snorted heavily:
"Ye Wenyao, please hand in your resignation tomorrow. Before the spring ploughing begins, you can get a piece of land to live on when you return home."

When Ye Wenyao heard this, his legs went weak and he sat down on the ground with a dejected face. Then all the members of the Ye family burst into tears.

The people around were silent. No one could have imagined that Dean Shen would be so tough and directly fire Ye Wenyao. This was a fatal move.

Ye Wenyao's hometown is Minquan, Henan, and everyone knows what the current situation there is.

The Ye family stayed in the capital, and even if they supported themselves by working on the farm, they would still have something to eat. If they returned to their hometown, I'm afraid...

Even if he survived, he would never have the chance to return to the capital and become a worker in this lifetime, and the Ye family would be finished.

Vice President Ji opened his mouth but ultimately could not say anything to stop them. He could only look at the Ye family and wish them well.

It’s not that Dean Shen is cruel. It’s just that setting up the farm is his painstaking effort. It affects the livelihoods of more than one hundred families and five to six hundred people in the hospital.

If tonight's incident involving Zhu Xiaoxia causes the farm staff to panic, their morale becomes unstable, and the employees begin to scheme against each other and become suspicious of each other, then can the farm still continue to operate?
There were many senior leaders who opposed setting up the farm at the beginning, but Dean Shen was betting his own future on it. If he was caught with evidence and insisted on disbanding the farm, it would not be Ye Wenyao's family that would die, but more than a hundred families.

Therefore, the more than one hundred workers on the farm must unite, and anyone who is not conducive to unity must be ruthlessly eliminated.

The Ye family is the chicken that Dean Shen wants to kill, to show all employees that anyone who dares to be selfish and fails to safeguard the collective interests will only end up returning home.

Dean Shen walked through the crowd with an expressionless face, and the crowd unconsciously made way for him.

The windows of the bungalow were covered with newspapers, so it was difficult to see what was going on inside. Dean Shen could only raise his voice and ask loudly:

"Xiao Qi, I'm Shen Guoming. How is Comrade Zhu Xiaoxia doing now?"

Lin Sanqi heard the shout and continued to teach the stitching without even looking up:
"President Shen, please wait a moment. One of the hands has not been sewn yet. It will be done soon. Mr. Han, please anesthetize the right hand again!"

Old Master Han has now taken Lin Sanqi seriously. If he treated him as a little kid before, now he officially regards him as a colleague.

"Okay, I'll give you the injection right away."

Old man Han took out the silver needles and quickly performed acupuncture on the patient's Zhongfu, Yunmen, Xiabai, Tianfu, Chize and other acupoints. The whole process took only a few tens of seconds.

"Okay, Xiaolin, you can get your stitches."

Lin Sanqi gave a thumbs up and also admired old man Han Bangxu very much in his heart.

The speed and efficiency of this anesthesia are much faster than Western medicine anesthetic injections, and there are no side effects. Why didn't such a good technology pass down?

While Lin Sanqi was quickly inserting the needle, sewing, tying knots, and cutting the thread, he asked curiously:

"Old man, I heard that in ancient times, some martial arts masters could press acupoints to make people immobile, or use tiny silver needles as hidden weapons to commit murder. Do you think this is possible? Is it related to acupuncture?"

In 1960, there was no sign of martial arts novels in mainland China. Even in Hong Kong, Jin Yong had just finished writing "The Return of the Condor Heroes". So in the eyes of the two old men Shi Jinmo and Han Bangxu, Lin Sanqi had a wide range of knowledge and was well versed in all the affairs of the martial arts world.

Mr. Han said proudly:

"Hey, you've heard of this, kid? You're knowledgeable. In fact, the Tang Clan in Shu is our ancestor. Those so-called unique hidden weapons, such as the one that kills with one blow, are actually the secrets of traditional Chinese medicine.

Medicine, if used well, can save people from danger, but if used poorly, it can kill people without anyone noticing. Think about it, poison is made from Chinese medicine, right? Acupoint pressing is a massage technique, and the flying needle you mentioned is, in plain words, acupuncture."

Lin Sanqi was a little surprised: "Oh, there really is a Tang Sect. I thought it was fictional."

At this time, Mr. Shi seemed to remember something and burst into laughter:

"Xiao Lin, you may not know that back then, this old acupuncturist Han used his superb acupuncture skills to kill countless Japanese and Han prisoners. It was his old man who killed the third commander of the North China Front Army, Kaoru Kawamura!"

Lin Sanqi's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he thought, Oh my God, I wanted to talk to you about a martial arts drama, but you actually made up a spy drama for me?

"Oh, Mr. Han, have you ever killed a Japanese soldier? This commander of the North China Army must be a very important official, right? You killed him just because you said so?" Han Bangxu raised his chin and said, "Lieutenant General!"

Lin Sanqi asked anxiously: "Grandpa, tell me, how did you kill this big devil?"

"To be honest, it was quite accidental. I didn't prepare in advance and it was just a spur of the moment decision. Fortunately, I escaped the disaster during the subsequent investigation. After all, in the eyes of discerning people, I had no motive for committing the crime.

I happened to be listening to a play in the theater at that time. This Kaoru Kawamura also came to listen to the play with a group of Japanese devils to pretend to be cultured. He deserved his bad luck. There was a righteous man in the troupe who pulled out a gun and was about to murder Kaoru Kawamura.

As a result, the shots missed Kaworu Kawamura, and it was estimated that this hero had accomplices, so they directly set the theater on fire, and for a while the theater was filled with noise. The Japanese were also afraid of death, so Kaworu Kawamura and several other Japanese soldiers lowered their heads and ran out.

At that time, the Japanese soldiers did not allow us to leave first, and insisted that Kaworu Kawamura and others leave first. I was so angry that they were showing off their power on our country's land. So I grabbed two silver needles and hid them in my palms.

When Kawamura Kaoru passed by me, he was bending over and lowering his head to avoid the bullets. I shot a needle at his Baihui acupoint, and the old Japanese fell unconscious on the spot.

As soon as the old devil fell to the ground, the scene became even more chaotic. The Japanese soldiers thought someone had fired a hidden gun, and all of them raised their guns to guard around, trying to find out who had fired the gun. So I took advantage of the devil's unpreparedness and shot another needle into Kaoru Kawamura's Juque acupoint at close range. "

Lin Sanqi was so shocked that he even forgot to sew:

"Old man, are you saying that you killed someone by shooting two silver needles without touching the patient?"

When Mr. Han thought of what happened back then, he became even more excited:

"That's right, just two injections, but these two injections require a lot of skill. If the needle is too deep or too shallow, it won't kill the person, it will just make the person faint. So I was very careful at the time and didn't give that Japanese commander a chance to survive."

Mr. Shi explained to Lin Sanqi:

“There are particularities to these two needles that Master Han gave.

The first needle was inserted into the Baihui acupoint. The Baihui acupoint is located at the intersection of the midline of the top of the head and the line connecting the two ear tips. It belongs to the Du channel and is the meeting point of the three Yang meridians of the hands and feet and the Du channel. If you are hit, you will faint and lose consciousness.

Then the second needle was inserted into the Juque point, which is located on the front midline of the body, six inches above the navel. It belongs to the Ren meridian and is the heart's gathering point. When it is hit, it impacts the liver and gallbladder, vibrates the heart and causes death.

Seeing Lin Sanqi's confused look, Mr. Shi patiently explained:
"In fact, the reason is very simple. The first injection caused the blood circulation of Qi and blood in Kaoru Kawamura's brain to be blocked, and the cerebral blood vessels were blocked. Then the second injection blocked his Qi and made his Qi unable to move. This caused the Qi to block the blood and phlegm to block the blood, which led to the acute onset of acute myocardial infarction."

"Oh~~~"

Lin Sanqi understood now:
"I understand what you mean. The first shot from Mr. Han caused this old devil to have a cerebral infarction, and the second shot caused him to have a myocardial infarction. The cerebral infarction and the myocardial infarction together will eventually lead to his death. Is that what you mean?"

Han Bangxu looked constipated:

"That's true, but what you said are all Western medical theories. We Chinese medicine practitioners don't talk about cerebral infarction or myocardial infarction."

"You killed a man with two needles. You are awesome, old man. But how did you escape the Japanese' suspicion? After all, the two needles you injected were still in Kaoru Kawamura's body. The autopsy later found out the truth."

Mr. Han laughed at this time:
"It was also luck. At the time, I just thought that the Japanese had killed so many of our people, and I wanted to avenge them. I didn't think too much about it. Hey, it was just a coincidence.

One of the Japanese soldiers who accompanied me to the opera recognized me and knew that I was a famous doctor in Beiping City, so he ordered me to rescue the commander immediately. At that time, the Japanese soldier was not polite and dragged me out of the crowd and forced me to rescue people quickly.

This was a coincidence, because I used short needles, not long needles like this, so no one saw the acupuncture points of the old devil. I took the opportunity to rescue the old devil and took out the two short silver needles without anyone noticing.

So until the end, the Japanese didn't know how their commander Kaoru Kawamura died. They thought it was some sudden illness, hahaha. It's so fucking refreshing. Boy, do you think I am a hero against the Japanese?"

Lin Sanqi nodded vigorously: "Of course, you must be a warrior. I am beginning to admire you."

"Really? Hahaha~~"

But Mr. Shi poured a basin of cold water on him:
"Then, now someone reported you for being attentive to the devils and being close to the Japanese. When the Japanese devils were assassinated, you, an old thing, tried your best to help rescue them. Now you are no longer a national hero, but have become an old farmer repairing the earth, hahahaha."

Old Man Han also laughed: "Anyway, I have a clear conscience. I have done my duty to the country and my ancestors. The sun and the moon are shining."

While Lin Sanqi was speeding up the stitching of Zhu Xiaoxia, he asked shyly:

"Grandpa, can you teach me your acupuncture skills? It would be a shame if this unique skill was lost."

Han Bangxu chuckled and shook his finger:
"You are not qualified to learn my medical skills. Let's talk about it later." (End of this chapter)