Siheyuan: I am stupid, I don't want to be a bootlicker

Zhou Zican did not elaborate, mainly because he did not know the specific situation.

The journey was supposed to take an hour, but Liang Youan arrived in just 20 minutes.

The patient has already left the operating room and is now in the intensive care unit.

There were all kinds of tubes rubbing against his body and he was completely unconscious.

There were quite a few people gathered at the door, including several who had discussed Deputy Director Zhou's "condition" with He Yuzhu.

When Mr. Zhou saw He Yuzhu coming, he trotted over and grabbed him.

He casually handed He Yuzhu an old mountain ginseng as thick as an adult's arm:

"Zhu Zi, you...you go and see if there is any solution..."

Four or five men and women who looked like family members also looked at He Yuzhu, their faces full of hope.

However, this is obviously not the time to waste time.

He Yuzhu put on the clothes he had prepared long ago and entered the intensive care unit.

He concentrated his attention and looked carefully at the old man on the hospital bed.

When he saw the old man's face clearly, his whole body trembled violently.

This, this is a very prestigious, great person!

Then he took a few steps closer to the old man and began to take his pulse.

It was more than ten minutes before he let go of his hand.

This old man's body has been completely drained.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the oil is running out and the lamp is running out.

The reason I am still alive is all thanks to the protection of "national destiny".

Some things are very mysterious, but you can't help but believe in their existence.

He stood alone in the ward quietly for half an hour.

Finally I figured out a solution:

"Refill the oil!"

Simply put, since the old man has run out of energy,

Then give him some more fuel.

Right now, the old ginseng that the old man uses to stay alive is the best choice.

After leaving the ward, He Yuzhu looked at Mr. Zhou:

"Gold needles, do you have any?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

Mr. Zhou was shaking with excitement.

He took out an agarwood box from his pocket and handed it to He Yuzhu without hesitation.

He Yuzhu took it, turned around and entered the ward again.

"Refill oil",

These two words are easy to say but difficult to implement.

Moreover, it requires space to exert force.

In fact, just when he came up with the idea of ​​"refilling oil",

The space has absorbed all the essence of the old mountain ginseng.

He used the golden needles to stimulate the acupuncture points on the old man's body.

At the same time, all the ginseng essence was poured into the old man's body.

He Yuzhu let out a long sigh of relief and turned to look outside.

Then, they started to pull out the tubes from the old man.

When the family members outside saw this, they became anxious on the spot.

Rush in immediately.

However, he was persuaded by Mr. Zhou and others.

Soon, after pulling out the tube, He Yuzhu took off the old man's clothes.

Then he slowly opened the agarwood box and took out the golden needle.

After a short while, the gold needles were inserted into the corresponding acupuncture points.

Next, He Yuzhu twisted the golden needles one by one.

At the same time, he controlled the space and sent the essence of the old ginseng into the old man's body.

(This is purely fictional, please be gentle.)

This process lasted about two hours.

He Yuzhu was so focused that in the end he felt as if his head was exploding.

But looking at the old man on the bed, who was gradually showing some signs of life, he finally gritted his teeth and persevered.

Until the last ray of old mountain ginseng essence entered the old man's body through the silver needle.

He could no longer hold on, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Seeing this, the people outside the ward quickly asked the doctor and nurse to go in and check.

Mr. Zhou and a few others also went into the ward to check it out.

I saw the old man on the hospital bed, still unconscious.

However, his complexion has improved a lot and his breathing has become steady.

At least, the deathly look on his face was gone.

"It's saved, it's saved!"

Mr. Zhou and several other old men were so excited that their eyes were filled with tears.

The truth is, the person lying on the bed has a very high reputation among the people.

A few relatively young doctors came in with him and carried He Yuzhu out of the intensive care unit.

Mr. Zhou and his companions looked at the golden needles on the patient's body and began to study them slowly.

Some of these acupuncture points are used for dredging, while others are used for absorption.

But, what to absorb?

He Yuzhu naturally didn't know what they were asking.

When he opened his eyes, everything was white.

It took me a while to realize that this must be in the hospital.

When the nurse saw that he woke up, she happily went to call the doctor.

Soon, the ward was full of people, mostly doctors.

However, there are still five family members of the critically ill patient.

One by one, they came forward and shook He Yuzhu's hands, too grateful to speak.

"Gold needles, have you removed the gold needles from the old man's body?"

He Yuzhu suddenly remembered that he didn't explain this matter before he fell into a coma.

"Don't worry, it's not pulled out. It's still there."

Mr. Zhou spoke quickly.

"That's fine, that's fine."

He Yuzhu finally breathed a sigh of relief: "How many hours did I sleep?"

"Two hours."

Mr. Zhou looked at his watch.

"Let's go, we can remove the needle now."

After going to the intensive care unit and having the needle removed, He Yuzhu gave the family members some instructions for precautions.

At the same time, he explained some things to Mr. Zhou and others and then went back.

Are you kidding? He still has to go to work.

If I don’t work, how can I get the money to support my wife?

He knows his own wife and may have spent money on her.

Just one bottle of vanishing cream costs seven or eight dollars!

When we returned to the steel mill, Director Wang was standing in the kitchen and throwing a tantrum.

"Is there any discipline left?

A picket team has just been set up in our factory.

Is he preparing to make someone an example?

As a member of a steel rolling mill, don’t you know how heavy the burden on your shoulders is?

Or do you think you have some cooking skills and don't take your leader seriously?"

Director Wang was very unhappy.

I thought this silly Zhuer was smart, but who knew...

Unexpectedly, you are so ungrateful!

"Director Wang, Director Wang, please don't be angry.

Well, my master really has something urgent to do.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be like this.”

Ma Hua was standing by with a smile on his face.

"Huh, who doesn't have an emergency?

If everyone was like him, wouldn't the factory be in chaos? "

PS: The school is closed, and my child is taking classes at home. I am so upset...

I saw some readers leaving messages asking me to update more. I worked overtime last night, so I will update one more chapter today. . .

Ahem, about working overtime: painful and happy...

Director Wang and Section Chief Hu have already discussed it.

Although, they couldn't pull He Yuzhu to their side,

But you cannot be transferred from your current position.

Therefore, the best way is to give him a warning.

Just grasp it!

As long as he knows how powerful you two are, he won't talk nonsense when he goes out.

So, today, we have this incident of taking advantage of the situation.

Ma Hua was sprayed with spit all over his face.

But he didn't dare to express any dissatisfaction.

Just as I was about to speak with a smile on my face, I saw He Yuzhu coming in from the door.

"Hey, Master, you're back?"

Upon hearing this, Director Wang turned around and saw He Yuzhu coming in from outside: