From the bottom of her heart, Taoist Qinglian didn''t want Zhang Fan to interfere, but the way she is now is not the time for her to play. Taoists who know Feng Shui must have some attainments in Qihuang''s skill. Taoist Qinglian quickly gave way and asked Zhang Fan to sit by the bed and give his pulse to his master.
Zhang Fan felt the pulse of lingxu and frowned slowly.
"Get an oil lamp."
A moment later, Zhang Fan loosened the wrist of lingxu real man and gave a command to the little Taoist on one side. Little Taoist Leng Leng didn''t respond to what it meant, was Qinglian Taoist hard stare.
"I asked you to bring the oil lamp. Why don''t you go quickly?"
"Oh, I''m going."
When the little Taoist priest found the oil lamp, Zhang Fan had already pulled out the needle sleeve from his arms. He flattened the body of lingxu, untied the Taoist robe and exposed his chest and abdomen. Then he shook the silver needle on the fire and stabbed three needles in the upper abdomen of lingxu.
"Zhang Fan, my master, what''s the matter with him?"
Taoist Qinglian doesn''t call "Mr. Zhang" any more. She calls out Zhang Fan''s name directly. The palms of her two jade hands are already full of sweat.
"Visceral inflammation, according to the pulse, is likely to be acute pancreatitis. Now I use silver needle to help him with labor pain and reduce the blood flow rate of the affected area, but this disease still needs to be sent to the hospital as soon as possible. You go and prepare the hospitalization expenses. By the way, get a wet towel. "
Zhang Fan reached out his hand and touched lingxu''s forehead again. It was very hot. Taking out his cell phone from his pocket, Zhang Fan dials Liang Fengshou directly.
"Hello, good harvest. Are you still outside when you deliver the wardrobe?"
"Yes, brother fan, what''s the matter? The Taoist priest of this Taoist temple said that he went in to report, and then there was no news."
"Ask the Taoists to help unload the truck, and then ask them to find something to pad the truck. Here is a patient who needs to be sent to the hospital."
"Oh, yes, I''ll do it now."
Liang Fengshou on the other side of the phone heard that there was a patient to send, and there was no nonsense. He immediately hung up the phone and went.
At this time, Lingshu and lingyao, the two younger martial brothers of lingxu, also rushed over. At the call of Zhang Fan, they asked some Taoist priests to prepare a stretcher to put lingxu on and carry him to the outside of Xuyun temple.
Liang Fengshou''s wardrobe truck is not his own, but the truck of furniture city. It''s a little strange to drive this car to see patients off. Fortunately, the truck driver sometimes does some long-distance work. There is a single tent on the car. It''s enough to keep out the wind when it''s opened on the body.
Two old Taoists of Xuyun temple and Qinglian Taoist nun all got on the bus. Zhang Fan asked Liang Fengshou to go back by himself, and he also got on the bus.
After a few hours of driving, the doctor rushed to the hospital to see the doctor, who had been in the hospital for a long time The result is as like as two peas before Zhang''s diagnosis. Acute pancreatitis is an urgent need for surgery. Otherwise, it may be life-threatening.
Nun Qinglian always has a cold face, but now she hears that her master is in danger. Her appearance is not much different from that of an ordinary little girl.
"Don''t worry. Now that you''ve found out what''s wrong, it''s OK. It''s no big deal."
Looking at the appearance of Taoist Qinglian, Zhang Fan didn''t mean to tease her at this time. He comforted her.
"I know. I know that master has been practicing all his life, and the Sanqing Daozu will surely bless him. "
Taoist Qinglian nodded mechanically, and the two old Taoists beside her were also worried.
"Lingxuzi, where are lingxuzi''s family members?"
Just at this time, a doctor who had gone out of the internal medicine clinic came over from the corridor with several bills in his hand.
"I am, doctor. Lingxuzi is my master. What''s the matter? Can you operate now? "
Kwai Tsu''s acute pancreatitis is necessary to be operated as soon as possible, but the operation of the hospital is lined up. If he does not have to wait long, but the old man''s body may not be able to afford it, so the doctor will apply for them to jump in.
"Well, I''ve applied to jump the queue for you. The patient''s life is very important. Take this list and go down to the bottom to pay the cost. We can start the operation immediately."
The doctor said, and gave the bills to Taoist Qinglian. When Taoist Qinglian heard this, she was very happy. After thanking the doctor, she took the bills and walked downstairs. But after two steps, Taoist Qinglian stopped.
Zhang Fan saw that her back was a little stiff and didn''t know what was wrong.
"What''s the matter, girl? Is there anything wrong with the receipt? "
The doctor also found out that Taoist Qinglian was wrong and asked.
"That..."Qinglian twisted her body, her facial expression was very stiff, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and a helpless smile appeared on her face.
"Doctor, it''s 50000 yuan for surgery. Can it be cheaper? I don''t have that much money with me. "
"Girl, this is a hospital, not a vegetable market. The cost of surgery is clearly priced. There is no cheap saying."
The doctor frowned. It''s not the first time he''s seen someone who can''t afford to pay for the operation. I''m afraid there will be a burst of pleading and grinding.
"Doctor, can you do this? You can operate on my master first, and I''ll go back to Guanli to raise money. I''ll raise the money for you as soon as possible. "
Qinglian''s face is full of pleading. However, there was no pity on the doctor''s face. It was his duty to cut in line for patients in need of first aid. However, he could not agree to perform the operation without paying the operation fee, which was out of line.
"Girl, that''s the rule of the hospital. If you don''t pay, you can''t have an operation. You''d better have the money delivered. Don''t waste your time with me. That''s not good for your master. "
"I I''ll go back to raise I''m going to... "
That "money" word, Qinglian how can''t spit out from the mouth.
Qinglian is in charge of the accounts in Xuyun temple. She came out with her bank card. In the card is all Guanli''s savings now, only 40000 yuan. Although there should be some money in the dining hall and merit box, she can''t make up 10000 yuan. Even if she comes back to Guanli, she can''t help it.
"Doctor Liu, what''s the matter? So many people are blocking the door?"
Just at this time, a round faced man, about 40 years old and wearing a white coat, came up from the stairs. When he saw so many people at the door of the Department, a look of boredom appeared on the man''s face.
"Oh, director Zhou, a patient with acute pancreatitis has just arrived. The family members of the patient don''t have enough money. This is asking them to go back to raise money."
Just now, Doctor Liu said hello to Director Zhou with a smile on his face.
"To raise money, why don''t you hurry? What are you doing standing here? I said, Doctor Liu, this patient can''t be a Taoist. How can I see that these family members are all dressed up as magic sticks? Why, the God stick must be hospitalized when he is ill? "
This week, the director''s mouth is a magic wand, which makes the four people in the corridor frown, even Zhang Fan is no exception. Nowadays, there are many fake monks and Taoists everywhere, and the reputation of monks and Taoists has been corrupted by these fakes. As a result, many people''s first reaction when they see monks and Taoists is the God stick.
But how did you say that? What do you mean when you don''t speak short words in front of other Taoists?
"Fusheng wuliangtianzun, benefactor, please speak carefully."
Among the two old Taoists, lingyao is obviously the one with a big temper. He is usually respected and used to in Taoist temples. Now I hear that this man not only says that he is a god stick, but also that the elder martial brother lingxu is also a god stick. His anger suddenly comes up.
"Oh, the Taoist priest is very angry. Why, don''t you monks become immortals? Can alchemy what, the worst, Chinese medicine will certainly be it, not to say that the concept of all experts, how sick also have to come to the hospital to see a doctor? "
This week director also don''t know which medicine to take wrong, hear Ling Yao real person let him speak to pay attention to propriety, neck a stem stem stem, full face is not satisfied not angry appearance.
"You..."
Lingyao still wanted to speak, but Zhang Fan pressed his shoulder.
"Qinglian Daoyou, hurry to pay, don''t delay. Immortal lingyao, you''re getting old. What are you fighting with a younger generation? "
In Chinese people''s mind, Taoists, whether they are sticks or not, are sure to know Chinese medicine. The mutual confrontation between Chinese and Western medicine has a long history. The female doctor Jiang Qianxue, who has a good relationship with Zhang Fan, was a firm western medicine supremacy from the beginning. If she had not seen Zhang Fan''s methods, she would have despised Chinese medicine.
"Younger generation? That''s what you''re supposed to say as a kid? "
Director Zhou is obviously very dissatisfied with Zhang Fan, the boy who runs out to say peace. He stares at Zhang Fan and looks at Zhang Fan white.
"What? The eyebrows and beards of these two people are white, and they say you are their younger generation. Are you still wronged? " Originally, Zhang Fan thought that it would be the end of the fight, but he didn''t expect that Zhou was a little ignorant and wanted to fight with him.
"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth."
Director Zhou said and took a look at the bills from Taoist Qinglian''s hand.
"Doctor Liu, who asked you to cut in line for them? The patient below is also very sick. First, the original patient''s operation was arranged. This kind of magic wand is not worthy of sympathy. "
With that, director Zhou shoved the bills to Doctor Liu, then glanced at the people coldly, and was about to go to the Department.