"Dad, wake up, dad!"

Zhao Rui shouted in panic.

I didn't expect my dad to get so badly that his heartbeat stopped.

The medical staff next to him did not give up, and kept pressing Zhao Rui's chest for cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

After breaking three ribs, Zhao Rui's father finally recovered his heartbeat, but his breathing was still difficult and the situation was still very dangerous.

"Dali, I beg you to save my dad. I don't want the bride price. I just want my dad to get better!"

Zhao Rui was anxious and was really indifferent.

Wang Dali smiled bitterly. He was not a doctor, so what could he do?

"Old squad leader, what's going on?"

At this moment, a tall figure suddenly came from outside, and naturally it was Jiang Beichen. Wang Dali called and spoke in a very urgent tone just now. He locked the door of his house and hurried over to take a look.

"Beichen, why are you here?"

Wang Dali sighed with a nervous expression on his face. He didn't know why his father-in-law was going to be in trouble.

He is going to get married tomorrow. If his father-in-law wants something wrong, the marriage will probably turn into a funeral! "Don't be so nervous, your father-in-law is just an ordinary lung disease and cannot die!"

Jiang Beichen explained lightly that when he first saw Zhao Rui's father, he could tell that the other party had lung disease, but the family was not in good condition at that time, and he was too lazy to meddle in other people's business.

"Young people don't talk nonsense. The patient's heart stopped just now. You said that you can't die?"

At this time, a middle-aged doctor next to him suddenly glared.

I don’t know what this young man is doing, it’s just nonsense.

However, he didn't have time to pay attention to Jiang Beichen at this moment, but said to his subordinates: "The patient is suspected of acute myocardial infarction, and takes nitroglycerin and take oral quick-acting heart-saving pills!"

"You can't use nitroglycerin!"

Jiang Beichen shook his head, "The patient has lung disease. You are using medicine indiscriminately. Nitroglycerin affects lung function, which is undoubtedly adding insult to injury!"

"Young man, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!"

The middle-aged doctor quickly scolded: "The patient is now having arrhythmia, shock, and heart failure. This is obviously a symptom of myocardial infarction! How could it be lung disease!"

"I said it's lung disease, it's lung disease!"

Jiang Beichen still insists on his own view.

Zhao Liqin was stunned.

Are you studying medicine?

And do you think it's lung disease?

Zhao Liqin himself is the clinical director of the county hospital. If it is lung disease, can he not see it?

This kid is simply questioning his authority! "Although his current symptoms are similar to myocardial infarction, it is actually pneumothorax caused by underlying lung disease. Your diagnosis is too hasty!"

Jiang Beichen said lightly.

“I’m sloppy?

OK, when you arrive at the hospital and shoot the film, you will know which of us hasty!”

Zhao Liqin said angrily.

"No, Director, I'm afraid the patient's condition will not be able to support the hospital!"

The medical staff who were rescued suddenly shouted loudly. At this moment, Zhao Rui's father had gradually lost his will, and his heart rate and blood pressure dropped to the lowest point.

"Get out of the way!"

At this time, Jiang Beichen strode over, took a thick needle from the nurse's first aid kit, and raised it high.

"Young man, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Liqin shouted immediately, "If the patient has any mistakes, we are irresponsible!"

"Stop it!"

Zhao Rui was so scared that she hurriedly went up to catch Jiang Beichen's arm: "What do you want to do? You are murder!"

"If you don't want your dad to die, let me go!"

Jiang Beichen said coldly, if it weren't for the old squad leader's sake, he wouldn't bother to care about Zhao Rui's life and death.

"you!"

Zhao Rui had to say something, and was quickly pulled aside by Wang Dali. Although he didn't know what Jiang Beichen was going to do, he believed that Jiang Beichen must have his own reason.

Jiang Beichen didn't talk nonsense, and directly inserted the needle into the seat on Zhao Rui's right chest. At the same time, Zhao Rui's father suddenly sat up, his eyes wide open, and gasped heavily.

His face gradually calmed down.

Everyone was stunned.

I didn't expect it to be pneumothorax?

?

The doctors present have studied clinical medicine and naturally understand pneumothorax. This disease is the most difficult to judge in clinical practice, unless it is done with X-ray and B-ultrasound.

However, the young man made a judgment on the spot and was able to accurately find the pneumothorax and release the gas remaining in the chest cavity. This was simply incredible.

"Dad, how do you feel?"

Zhao Rui was still a little nervous and hurried over and asked.

"Okay, it's much better. I was so suffocated to death just now!"

Zhao Rui's father said gasping.

"You have had a history of allergic asthma before?"

Jiang Beichen asked lightly.

Zhao Rui's father nodded quickly, "It happened a few years ago. I thought it was good, but I didn't expect it to happen again!"

"Okay, even if it's pneumothorax, your father's current condition is still very dangerous and he needs to go to the hospital for further treatment!"

Zhao Liqin said with a serious expression and very responsibly.

The group followed the ambulance to the county hospital, and Zhao Rui's father was immediately sent to the special care unit.

Wang Dali finally breathed a sigh of relief and pounded Jiang Beichen's chest: "Okay, I haven't seen you for a few years, but you have become a miracle doctor!"

"I have been following military medicine in the army for two days, just blindly!"

Jiang Beichen shook his head and smiled.

After diagnosis, Zhao Rui's father's condition still needs to be hospitalized for a period of time. After experiencing a drip, Jiang Beichen personally gave Zhao Rui's acupuncture, and the condition has completely stabilized.

Zhao Ruiniang and the other two hurriedly called Wang Dali aside and continued to discuss the wedding.

"Mr. Jiang, thanks to you just now, if you hadn't made an accurate judgment, the patient would have been delayed by us!"

Zhao Liqin walked over and said with a look of shame.

"It's okay, it's just a matter of raising hands!"

Jiang Beichen didn't take it to heart.

"But looking at Mr. Jiang's treatment method, it should be a Chinese medicine practitioner, right?

I wonder which medical school Mr. Jiang graduated from?”

Zhao Liqin suddenly asked.

He also learned traditional Chinese medicine when he was young. Jiang Beichen's acupuncture technique just now really amazed him.

Although many people don’t trust traditional Chinese medicine now, they know that it is because there are too few real masters of traditional Chinese medicine.

And the young man in front of him is obviously a master of traditional Chinese medicine! "I just understand the superficiality!"

Jiang Beichen smiled modestly.

"Mr. Jiang is too humble!"

Zhao Liqin nodded. This young man is not arrogant or impatient, and he really has the style of a great doctor.

Judging from medical skills, it is really not bad at all.

"The director is not good!"

At this time, a doctor suddenly rushed over.

"I'm afraid I'll be unable to deliver that old man with fever yesterday!"

"What?"

Zhao Liqin was stunned for a moment, and didn't care about talking to Jiang Beichen, so he hurried over.

When Jiang Beichen heard the word "hot disease", he frowned and hurriedly followed him.

Jiang Beichen followed Zhao Liqin to outside a intensive care unit.
To be continued...