1489: C1489 Soaked Purple Really No Problem?

C1489 Soaked Purple Really No Problem?

"Elder Wen, we don't have much time left. Why don't you make up your mind?"

Han Qingyun sighed and urged him in a low voice, "He is in a coma now. Obviously, the situation is not good. If you trust Student Su Ningning, then let her..."

"Okay! I will listen to you!"

"Ah, if you don't believe me..." Han Qingyun said, minding his own business. Then he turned around and stared at Old Professor Wen. "Elder Wen, do you believe this child?"

"He is here. Why not? Or do I have a choice? "

He sighed.

Old Professor Wen was not an old-fashioned man. He knew what Han Qingyun was capable of. Even he felt helpless. So what if he hired a famous doctor?

He might as well let the little girl in front of him try. What if she was cured?

Taking ten thousand steps back, even if it was useless, it could increase the little girl's medical experience. In the future, she might even encounter the situation of her grandson. Perhaps, he would have some foundation for the people who came later.

"Elder Wen, don't worry. I... I will do my best!" Su Ningning's heart ached.

Seeing Elder Wen's slightly dispirited look, she could vaguely guess what Elder Wen was thinking. "Where is the patient now? I will go and take a look first. I don't know what happened before he fainted?"

Su Ningning instantly entered into a doctor's posture.

Elder Wen also reacted and hurriedly led her to the room. As he walked, he said, "I don't know the details either. I only know that he had insomnia yesterday. Then... probably because of the headache, he covered his temple all morning. In the end, he screamed and fainted! "

He said it very simply, as if it was a matter that had nothing to do with him.

Su Ningning and the others could hear his trembling voice.

Screaming?

Hsu Zhelin and Han Qingyun looked at each other. All these years, they knew that Wen Jinyan had stopped crying since he was thirteen years old. No matter how painful it was, he had to endure it silently. Now, he was screaming...

Did this mean that his condition had already reached an uncontrollable stage?

Their faces turned ugly, and their hearts were filled with worry and heartache.

"This room is it."

"Okay!"

Su Ningning quickly approached the bed and saw that the ventilation in the room was very good and the light was bright. Clearly, she had put in a lot of effort. Hsu Zhelin grabbed a stool and handed it to Su Ningning.

Su Ningning did not stand on ceremony and sat down to quickly take her pulse.

Time passed little by little and the few of them held their breaths. For a moment, they did not know how to deal with it. After Su Ningning finished taking his pulse, she checked his breathing and then opened her eyelids to look for a while.

"I will give him acupuncture now, but this is a neurological problem. Western medicine can only be used as support. In the end, it still needs to be handled by TCM. Therefore, the combination of Western medicine and traditional medicine is the most beneficial to his current situation!"

What Su Ningning actually wanted to say was that if she let her treat him in the early years, he might not need Western medicine.

The main Western medicine was antihormone technology!

But now... she had no choice. TCM and acupuncture were quite good as support.

"Okay, okay, then I'll have to trouble Xiao Su." Old Professor Wen heard Su Ningning's words and sighed. In fact, everyone knew to cooperate with TCM and acupuncture at the beginning.

But...

TCM had finally come to an end. There were not many people who truly understood TCM.1

Especially acupuncture!

If one was not careful, it would be fatal!

"Professor Han, can I trouble you to do me a favor? I need to start acupuncture. Because Mr. Wen's situation is very urgent, I'm afraid I need to cut off his shirt and pants. Elder Wen, please turn on the air conditioner at an appropriate temperature. Be careful that Mr. Wen will catch a cold."

After Su Ningning's instructions, everything was quickly tidied up.

Su Ningning took out a set of silver needles that she had prepared from the small medicine box to disinfect them one by one. Professor Han cut off Wen Jinyan's clothes and pants.

Only a pair of flat underwear was left.

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