Chapter 3
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What Zhen Fei said to Wen Xiaoge is not entirely true. It is true that he saved Yin Yang master, but there are many things that Yin Yang master taught him, far more than a "Yin Yang needle".
Even Zhen Fei didn't believe all the things that Yin Yang master taught him. It was the first time that Yin Yang needle was used after he learned it. Unexpectedly, it had obvious effect. According to the introduction in the book "Yin Yang needle", this kind of acupuncture has not appeared for hundreds of years. Moreover, according to Yin Yang master himself, he has a life span of more than 500 years.
It's because Yin Yang master's words make Zhen Fei dubious that he doesn't dare to say too much to people. It's not fun to be regarded as a lunatic.
After a while, director Fang Kangyong came over and said, "Ma Dafu, how do you feel?"
"Well, it's much better." Ma Dafu is very grateful. Since his illness, he has never felt better than he does today.
Fang Kangyong nodded and said: "before, Hu Tiankai was your attending doctor. Today, Dr. Hu received another patient, so he can't be your attending doctor. Since Dr. Zhen is effective in your treatment, we don't plan to transfer you to the inpatient department. We'll stay in the emergency department. I'll be your attending doctor. Dr. Zhen is responsible for the specific treatment."
In this arrangement, Zhen Fei is still in charge of Ma Dafu's treatment. However, Zhen Fei is still an intern and does not have the right to prescribe. Therefore, there must be a doctor in charge to provide guidance. This is also an encouragement to interns and a supervision system for interns.
Ma Dafu didn't understand the rules and regulations in the hospital. Hearing that Zhen Fei came to treat him, he gratefully said, "that's OK. Anyway, I can't live long. It's good to suffer less crime."
Fang Kangyong felt uncomfortable when he heard this. For a doctor, there was no one who could not cure the patient, which made him feel even worse when he died. He couldn't think of anything else to comfort Ma Dafu, so he nodded to Zhen Fei and said, "if you treat with your heart, you'd better relieve the patient's pain. This is the best we can do."
"Don't worry, director Fang. I'll treat with my heart." Zhen Fei is full of promise.
"Come with me." Fang Kangyong called Wen Xiaoge away.
Ma Dafu said in a low voice: "doctor Zhen, when you come to treat, director Fang is not at ease. He has the title of attending doctor. It's obviously robbing you of the fruits of your labor."
"As an intern, I need the supervision and guidance of the attending doctor. Director Fang's practice is correct, ah! Uncle Ma, don't stir up the relationship between our superiors and subordinates. Today, if director Fang didn't say that your family had no money to treat you, I would not have volunteered to treat you. "
"So you are an intern. This hospital can really trap people." Ma Dafu was very angry. If he had known that Zhen Fei was only here for an internship, he would not have agreed to use acupuncture to treat cancer. It was a joke. But now Ma Dafu has tasted the benefits of acupuncture and has made some changes in his mind.
"Uncle Ma, you are the client. Do you think my treatment level is worse than that of the attending doctor?"
"Don't mention it. Compared with chemotherapy and physical therapy, your acupuncture technique is very good. After treatment, I feel strong all over and my stomach doesn't hurt, but the maintenance time is too short. It's only one hour."
"Uncle Ma, you are a terminal disease. I don't know if you can cure it completely. We are crossing the river by feeling the stone."
"Boy, I know. You are practicing with my body." Ma Dafu also understood something in his heart.
"Uncle Ma, don't think I will cheat you. In fact, I think you are very lucky. My acupuncture technique has been lost for hundreds of years. Most people can't get this treatment."
"Yes? Don't lie to me, you son. " Ma Dafu was dubious.
"Look what you said, can I cheat you as a doctor? It's a big deal. If I don't treat you, there won't be any loss, will there? "
"That's true. I have no money and status. If others cheat me, there's nothing to cheat. Alas! You can't get sick. If you get sick, you'll be dead. You'll be half human and half ghost. " Ma Dafu said more and more vigorously, and the more he said, the more boring he was.
He's a good talker. Zhen Fei's listening is boring. Everyone wants to live healthily. But people who eat grains and grains have different physical qualities and experiences. How can we guarantee that they won't get sick? Others have a family history and can't get rid of the sufferings of the patients all their lives.
After acupuncture, Ma Dafu walked away with a light body.
Zhen Fei this just tidies up filiform needle, Zhang Linlin shouts outside: "Wen Wen, have a meal."
"Oh, come right away."
The place to eat is in the canteen, which is full of doctors and nurses in the hospital. Hu Tiankai is also drinking a cup of fruit juice, and Zhen Fei says, "doctor Hu, have you eaten?"
"Well." Hu Tiankai looked up at him and asked, "how about Ma Dafu? Can you handle it? "
"Not too bad. I'm not too against acupuncture."
Hearing what Zhenfei said, Hu Tiankai looked at Zhenfei with puzzled eyes and murmured, "it shouldn't be like this."
"What shouldn't?" Zhen Fei asks puzzledly.
Hu Tian Kai calmed down and said, "I mean, how can he agree to acupuncture?"
Zhen Fei understood Hu Tiankai's meaning and said, "you agree with me about acupuncture. Don't you believe that acupuncture can cure diseases?"
"Oh, no, I didn't mean that." Hu Tiankai said in a hurry: "you eat, I'll go."
Zhang Linlin looked at Hu Tiankai's back and asked in a low voice, "what does he mean?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Zhen Fei made a helpless gesture and said, "just don't believe my medical technology. What's the meaning?"
"No wonder Dr. Hu doubts. I don't believe you either."
"I'll see. I believe in myself." Zhen Fei sat down and clenched his fist.
Zhang Linlin said with admiration: "yes, I admire you. When the whole world has abandoned me, the snowflakes are no longer white. When my Jasmine has withered, I believe that I can change all this."
"Who did you learn from? After the jasmine withers, can it also change? " Zhen Fei, on the other hand, doesn't believe Zhang Linlin's words.
"My famous saying." Zhang Linlin chuckled: "every time I feel sad and disappointed, I cheer myself up. Then I feel better."
Zhen Fei then said: "there is a poet named forefinger. His poem" believe in the future "says like this: when cobwebs ruthlessly seal up my hearth, when the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty, I still stubbornly pave the ashes of disappointment, and write down with beautiful snow flowers: believe in the future. When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn, when my flowers nestle in other people's feelings, I still stubbornly use the frost withered vine to write on the desolate earth: believe in the future... "
Zhen Fei then said, "look at you, you can change the face of other people's poems, and the petals can also be changed when they wither. This is the result of no learning and no skill."
Zhang Linlin said with a smile: "you can recite the poetry of your index finger. Do you admire the poem" believe in the future "
"You're right. This is my favorite poem. It's first-class in conception and artistic conception."
"You are so old-fashioned, do you still like poetry?" Zhang Linlin stares at big eyes, feeling Zhen Fei's strange appearance.
"What love is what is personal love, not that no one likes poetry, but that the number is reduced. Poetry is the essence of the refinement of national language. Many poems can not be translated into another language, but they are translated into other languages, and the beauty and meaning of them are all gone. Why? Because the characteristics of a nation's language determine the rhythm and taste of poetry. Now many people clamor for patriotism, but they can't even find the minimum sense of national pride. Such people are just pseudo patriots, not real love. "
"Eat quickly. You are an angry youth. There are many reasons." Zhang Linlin said with a smile: "however, I like the way you talk, like a man of faith."
In the afternoon, he did acupuncture for Ma Dafu again. Zhen Fei said to Ma Dafu, "Uncle Ma, besides acupuncture, have you ever thought of treating him with traditional Chinese medicine?"
"Traditional Chinese medicine? Don't fool me, Dr. Zhen. Traditional Chinese medicine doesn't matter. You have to rely on Western medicine to treat cancer. Western medicine is the right treatment. "
"Then you asked me to give you acupuncture?" Zhen Fei changed his breath and said, "I want to use acupuncture and Chinese medicine to press down your cancer cells."
"Dr. Zhen, you can't thank me enough for helping me relieve pain. Don't worry about my old bone. Save it." Ma Dafu doesn't believe that traditional Chinese medicine can cure cancer. The main reason is that he has to spend money on medicine. He really has no money in his hand.
Zhen Fei has another idea in his mind. He has been thinking about Ma Dafu's cancer. Before today, he doesn't know whether acupuncture is effective. Seeing Ma Dafu's gracious invitation for acupuncture, Zhen Fei has a new understanding of Yin Yang acupuncture.
It's not very realistic to let Ma Dafu continue to use western medicine. The key is that Ma Dafu has no money, and Zhen Fei has no money to help him. Let Zhen Fei watch Ma Dafu wait to die, from a doctor's conscience, his heart is not allowed to do so.
It is urgent to find another treatment.
Seeing that Zhen Fei doesn't speak any more, Ma Dafu is afraid of offending him. If Zhen Fei quits, it's still him who suffers, so he says, "doctor Zhen, I'm a big old man. I don't speak very well. If there's something wrong with him, please bear with me."
"It's OK. It's a matter between doctors and patients to treat people. You're right, but there are limitations. In fact, traditional Chinese medicine is effective. I'll go back and look through the medical books to see if it's a targeted treatment."
"Dr. Zhen, this is a temporary cramming. I'm not optimistic about your traditional Chinese medicine treatment." Ma Dafu was very upset at the thought of becoming a mouse that would be the subject of Zhen Fei's experiment. If it wasn't for the fact that Zhen Fei's acupuncture had a very good analgesic effect, he would have rejected Zhen Fei's acupuncture treatment for a long time.
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What Zhen Fei said to Wen Xiaoge is not entirely true. It is true that he saved Yin Yang master, but there are many things that Yin Yang master taught him, far more than a "Yin Yang needle".
Even Zhen Fei didn't believe all the things that Yin Yang master taught him. It was the first time that Yin Yang needle was used after he learned it. Unexpectedly, it had obvious effect. According to the introduction in the book "Yin Yang needle", this kind of acupuncture has not appeared for hundreds of years. Moreover, according to Yin Yang master himself, he has a life span of more than 500 years.
It's because Yin Yang master's words make Zhen Fei dubious that he doesn't dare to say too much to people. It's not fun to be regarded as a lunatic.
After a while, director Fang Kangyong came over and said, "Ma Dafu, how do you feel?"
"Well, it's much better." Ma Dafu is very grateful. Since his illness, he has never felt better than he does today.
Fang Kangyong nodded and said: "before, Hu Tiankai was your attending doctor. Today, Dr. Hu received another patient, so he can't be your attending doctor. Since Dr. Zhen is effective in your treatment, we don't plan to transfer you to the inpatient department. We'll stay in the emergency department. I'll be your attending doctor. Dr. Zhen is responsible for the specific treatment."
In this arrangement, Zhen Fei is still in charge of Ma Dafu's treatment. However, Zhen Fei is still an intern and does not have the right to prescribe. Therefore, there must be a doctor in charge to provide guidance. This is also an encouragement to interns and a supervision system for interns.
Ma Dafu didn't understand the rules and regulations in the hospital. Hearing that Zhen Fei came to treat him, he gratefully said, "that's OK. Anyway, I can't live long. It's good to suffer less crime."
Fang Kangyong felt uncomfortable when he heard this. For a doctor, there was no one who could not cure the patient, which made him feel even worse when he died. He couldn't think of anything else to comfort Ma Dafu, so he nodded to Zhen Fei and said, "if you treat with your heart, you'd better relieve the patient's pain. This is the best we can do."
"Don't worry, director Fang. I'll treat with my heart." Zhen Fei is full of promise.
"Come with me." Fang Kangyong called Wen Xiaoge away.
Ma Dafu said in a low voice: "doctor Zhen, when you come to treat, director Fang is not at ease. He has the title of attending doctor. It's obviously robbing you of the fruits of your labor."
"As an intern, I need the supervision and guidance of the attending doctor. Director Fang's practice is correct, ah! Uncle Ma, don't stir up the relationship between our superiors and subordinates. Today, if director Fang didn't say that your family had no money to treat you, I would not have volunteered to treat you. "
"So you are an intern. This hospital can really trap people." Ma Dafu was very angry. If he had known that Zhen Fei was only here for an internship, he would not have agreed to use acupuncture to treat cancer. It was a joke. But now Ma Dafu has tasted the benefits of acupuncture and has made some changes in his mind.
"Uncle Ma, you are the client. Do you think my treatment level is worse than that of the attending doctor?"
"Don't mention it. Compared with chemotherapy and physical therapy, your acupuncture technique is very good. After treatment, I feel strong all over and my stomach doesn't hurt, but the maintenance time is too short. It's only one hour."
"Uncle Ma, you are a terminal disease. I don't know if you can cure it completely. We are crossing the river by feeling the stone."
"Boy, I know. You are practicing with my body." Ma Dafu also understood something in his heart.
"Uncle Ma, don't think I will cheat you. In fact, I think you are very lucky. My acupuncture technique has been lost for hundreds of years. Most people can't get this treatment."
"Yes? Don't lie to me, you son. " Ma Dafu was dubious.
"Look what you said, can I cheat you as a doctor? It's a big deal. If I don't treat you, there won't be any loss, will there? "
"That's true. I have no money and status. If others cheat me, there's nothing to cheat. Alas! You can't get sick. If you get sick, you'll be dead. You'll be half human and half ghost. " Ma Dafu said more and more vigorously, and the more he said, the more boring he was.
He's a good talker. Zhen Fei's listening is boring. Everyone wants to live healthily. But people who eat grains and grains have different physical qualities and experiences. How can we guarantee that they won't get sick? Others have a family history and can't get rid of the sufferings of the patients all their lives.
After acupuncture, Ma Dafu walked away with a light body.
Zhen Fei this just tidies up filiform needle, Zhang Linlin shouts outside: "Wen Wen, have a meal."
"Oh, come right away."
The place to eat is in the canteen, which is full of doctors and nurses in the hospital. Hu Tiankai is also drinking a cup of fruit juice, and Zhen Fei says, "doctor Hu, have you eaten?"
"Well." Hu Tiankai looked up at him and asked, "how about Ma Dafu? Can you handle it? "
"Not too bad. I'm not too against acupuncture."
Hearing what Zhenfei said, Hu Tiankai looked at Zhenfei with puzzled eyes and murmured, "it shouldn't be like this."
"What shouldn't?" Zhen Fei asks puzzledly.
Hu Tian Kai calmed down and said, "I mean, how can he agree to acupuncture?"
Zhen Fei understood Hu Tiankai's meaning and said, "you agree with me about acupuncture. Don't you believe that acupuncture can cure diseases?"
"Oh, no, I didn't mean that." Hu Tiankai said in a hurry: "you eat, I'll go."
Zhang Linlin looked at Hu Tiankai's back and asked in a low voice, "what does he mean?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Zhen Fei made a helpless gesture and said, "just don't believe my medical technology. What's the meaning?"
"No wonder Dr. Hu doubts. I don't believe you either."
"I'll see. I believe in myself." Zhen Fei sat down and clenched his fist.
Zhang Linlin said with admiration: "yes, I admire you. When the whole world has abandoned me, the snowflakes are no longer white. When my Jasmine has withered, I believe that I can change all this."
"Who did you learn from? After the jasmine withers, can it also change? " Zhen Fei, on the other hand, doesn't believe Zhang Linlin's words.
"My famous saying." Zhang Linlin chuckled: "every time I feel sad and disappointed, I cheer myself up. Then I feel better."
Zhen Fei then said: "there is a poet named forefinger. His poem" believe in the future "says like this: when cobwebs ruthlessly seal up my hearth, when the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty, I still stubbornly pave the ashes of disappointment, and write down with beautiful snow flowers: believe in the future. When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn, when my flowers nestle in other people's feelings, I still stubbornly use the frost withered vine to write on the desolate earth: believe in the future... "
Zhen Fei then said, "look at you, you can change the face of other people's poems, and the petals can also be changed when they wither. This is the result of no learning and no skill."
Zhang Linlin said with a smile: "you can recite the poetry of your index finger. Do you admire the poem" believe in the future "
"You're right. This is my favorite poem. It's first-class in conception and artistic conception."
"You are so old-fashioned, do you still like poetry?" Zhang Linlin stares at big eyes, feeling Zhen Fei's strange appearance.
"What love is what is personal love, not that no one likes poetry, but that the number is reduced. Poetry is the essence of the refinement of national language. Many poems can not be translated into another language, but they are translated into other languages, and the beauty and meaning of them are all gone. Why? Because the characteristics of a nation's language determine the rhythm and taste of poetry. Now many people clamor for patriotism, but they can't even find the minimum sense of national pride. Such people are just pseudo patriots, not real love. "
"Eat quickly. You are an angry youth. There are many reasons." Zhang Linlin said with a smile: "however, I like the way you talk, like a man of faith."
In the afternoon, he did acupuncture for Ma Dafu again. Zhen Fei said to Ma Dafu, "Uncle Ma, besides acupuncture, have you ever thought of treating him with traditional Chinese medicine?"
"Traditional Chinese medicine? Don't fool me, Dr. Zhen. Traditional Chinese medicine doesn't matter. You have to rely on Western medicine to treat cancer. Western medicine is the right treatment. "
"Then you asked me to give you acupuncture?" Zhen Fei changed his breath and said, "I want to use acupuncture and Chinese medicine to press down your cancer cells."
"Dr. Zhen, you can't thank me enough for helping me relieve pain. Don't worry about my old bone. Save it." Ma Dafu doesn't believe that traditional Chinese medicine can cure cancer. The main reason is that he has to spend money on medicine. He really has no money in his hand.
Zhen Fei has another idea in his mind. He has been thinking about Ma Dafu's cancer. Before today, he doesn't know whether acupuncture is effective. Seeing Ma Dafu's gracious invitation for acupuncture, Zhen Fei has a new understanding of Yin Yang acupuncture.
It's not very realistic to let Ma Dafu continue to use western medicine. The key is that Ma Dafu has no money, and Zhen Fei has no money to help him. Let Zhen Fei watch Ma Dafu wait to die, from a doctor's conscience, his heart is not allowed to do so.
It is urgent to find another treatment.
Seeing that Zhen Fei doesn't speak any more, Ma Dafu is afraid of offending him. If Zhen Fei quits, it's still him who suffers, so he says, "doctor Zhen, I'm a big old man. I don't speak very well. If there's something wrong with him, please bear with me."
"It's OK. It's a matter between doctors and patients to treat people. You're right, but there are limitations. In fact, traditional Chinese medicine is effective. I'll go back and look through the medical books to see if it's a targeted treatment."
"Dr. Zhen, this is a temporary cramming. I'm not optimistic about your traditional Chinese medicine treatment." Ma Dafu was very upset at the thought of becoming a mouse that would be the subject of Zhen Fei's experiment. If it wasn't for the fact that Zhen Fei's acupuncture had a very good analgesic effect, he would have rejected Zhen Fei's acupuncture treatment for a long time.
What Zhen Fei said to Wen Xiaoge is not entirely true. It is true that he saved Yin Yang master, but there are many things that Yin Yang master taught him, far more than a "Yin Yang needle".Even Zhen Fei didn't believe all the things that Yin Yang master taught him. It was the first time that Yin Yang needle was used after he learned it. Unexpectedly, it had obvious effect. According to the introduction in the book "Yin Yang needle", this kind of acupuncture has not appeared for hundreds of years. Moreover, according to Yin Yang master himself, he has a life span of more than 500 years.It's because Yin Yang master's words make Zhen Fei dubious that he doesn't dare to say too much to people. It's not fun to be regarded as a lunatic.After a while, director Fang Kangyong came over and said, "Ma Dafu, how do you feel?""Well, it's much better." Ma Dafu is very grateful. Since his illness, he has never felt better than he does today.Fang Kangyong nodded and said: "before, Hu Tiankai was your attending doctor. Today, Dr. Hu received another patient, so he can't be your attending doctor. Since Dr. Zhen is effective in your treatment, we don't plan to transfer you to the inpatient department. We'll stay in the emergency department. I'll be your attending doctor. Dr. Zhen is responsible for the specific treatment."In this arrangement, Zhen Fei is still in charge of Ma Dafu's treatment. However, Zhen Fei is still an intern and does not have the right to prescribe. Therefore, there must be a doctor in charge to provide guidance. This is also an encouragement to interns and a supervision system for interns.Ma Dafu didn't understand the rules and regulations in the hospital. Hearing that Zhen Fei came to treat him, he gratefully said, "that's OK. Anyway, I can't live long. It's good to suffer less crime."Fang Kangyong felt uncomfortable when he heard this. For a doctor, there was no one who could not cure the patient, which made him feel even worse when he died. He couldn't think of anything else to comfort Ma Dafu, so he nodded to Zhen Fei and said, "if you treat with your heart, you'd better relieve the patient's pain. This is the best we can do.""Don't worry, director Fang. I'll treat with my heart." Zhen Fei is full of promise."Come with me." Fang Kangyong called Wen Xiaoge away.Ma Dafu said in a low voice: "doctor Zhen, when you come to treat, director Fang is not at ease. He has the title of attending doctor. It's obviously robbing you of the fruits of your labor.""As an intern, I need the supervision and guidance of the attending doctor. Director Fang's practice is correct, ah! Uncle Ma, don't stir up the relationship between our superiors and subordinates. Today, if director Fang didn't say that your family had no money to treat you, I would not have volunteered to treat you. ""So you are an intern. This hospital can really trap people." Ma Dafu was very angry. If he had known that Zhen Fei was only here for an internship, he would not have agreed to use acupuncture to treat cancer. It was a joke. But now Ma Dafu has tasted the benefits of acupuncture and has made some changes in his mind."Uncle Ma, you are the client. Do you think my treatment level is worse than that of the attending doctor?""Don't mention it. Compared with chemotherapy and physical therapy, your acupuncture technique is very good. After treatment, I feel strong all over and my stomach doesn't hurt, but the maintenance time is too short. It's only one hour.""Uncle Ma, you are a terminal disease. I don't know if you can cure it completely. We are crossing the river by feeling the stone.""Boy, I know. You are practicing with my body." Ma Dafu also understood something in his heart."Uncle Ma, don't think I will cheat you. In fact, I think you are very lucky. My acupuncture technique has been lost for hundreds of years. Most people can't get this treatment.""Yes? Don't lie to me, you son. " Ma Dafu was dubious."Look what you said, can I cheat you as a doctor? It's a big deal. If I don't treat you, there won't be any loss, will there? ""That's true. I have no money and status. If others cheat me, there's nothing to cheat. Alas! You can't get sick. If you get sick, you'll be dead. You'll be half human and half ghost. " Ma Dafu said more and more vigorously, and the more he said, the more boring he was.He's a good talker. Zhen Fei's listening is boring. Everyone wants to live healthily. But people who eat grains and grains have different physical qualities and experiences. How can we guarantee that they won't get sick? Others have a family history and can't get rid of the sufferings of the patients all their lives.After acupuncture, Ma Dafu walked away with a light body.Zhen Fei this just tidies up filiform needle, Zhang Linlin shouts outside: "Wen Wen, have a meal.""Oh, come right away."The place to eat is in the canteen, which is full of doctors and nurses in the hospital. Hu Tiankai is also drinking a cup of fruit juice, and Zhen Fei says, "doctor Hu, have you eaten?""Well." Hu Tiankai looked up at him and asked, "how about Ma Dafu? Can you handle it? ""Not too bad. I'm not too against acupuncture."Hearing what Zhenfei said, Hu Tiankai looked at Zhenfei with puzzled eyes and murmured, "it shouldn't be like this.""What shouldn't?" Zhen Fei asks puzzledly.Hu Tian Kai calmed down and said, "I mean, how can he agree to acupuncture?"Zhen Fei understood Hu Tiankai's meaning and said, "you agree with me about acupuncture. Don't you believe that acupuncture can cure diseases?""Oh, no, I didn't mean that." Hu Tiankai said in a hurry: "you eat, I'll go."Zhang Linlin looked at Hu Tiankai's back and asked in a low voice, "what does he mean?"Shrugging his shoulders, Zhen Fei made a helpless gesture and said, "just don't believe my medical technology. What's the meaning?""No wonder Dr. Hu doubts. I don't believe you either.""I'll see. I believe in myself." Zhen Fei sat down and clenched his fist.Zhang Linlin said with admiration: "yes, I admire you. When the whole world has abandoned me, the snowflakes are no longer white. When my Jasmine has withered, I believe that I can change all this.""Who did you learn from? After the jasmine withers, can it also change? " Zhen Fei, on the other hand, doesn't believe Zhang Linlin's words."My famous saying." Zhang Linlin chuckled: "every time I feel sad and disappointed, I cheer myself up. Then I feel better."Zhen Fei then said: "there is a poet named forefinger. His poem" believe in the future "says like this: when cobwebs ruthlessly seal up my hearth, when the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty, I still stubbornly pave the ashes of disappointment, and write down with beautiful snow flowers: believe in the future. When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn, when my flowers nestle in other people's feelings, I still stubbornly use the frost withered vine to write on the desolate earth: believe in the future... "Zhen Fei then said, "look at you, you can change the face of other people's poems, and the petals can also be changed when they wither. This is the result of no learning and no skill."Zhang Linlin said with a smile: "you can recite the poetry of your index finger. Do you admire the poem" believe in the future ""You're right. This is my favorite poem. It's first-class in conception and artistic conception.""You are so old-fashioned, do you still like poetry?" Zhang Linlin stares at big eyes, feeling Zhen Fei's strange appearance."What love is what is personal love, not that no one likes poetry, but that the number is reduced. Poetry is the essence of the refinement of national language. Many poems can not be translated into another language, but they are translated into other languages, and the beauty and meaning of them are all gone. Why? Because the characteristics of a nation's language determine the rhythm and taste of poetry. Now many people clamor for patriotism, but they can't even find the minimum sense of national pride. Such people are just pseudo patriots, not real love. ""Eat quickly. You are an angry youth. There are many reasons." Zhang Linlin said with a smile: "however, I like the way you talk, like a man of faith."In the afternoon, he did acupuncture for Ma Dafu again. Zhen Fei said to Ma Dafu, "Uncle Ma, besides acupuncture, have you ever thought of treating him with traditional Chinese medicine?""Traditional Chinese medicine? Don't fool me, Dr. Zhen. Traditional Chinese medicine doesn't matter. You have to rely on Western medicine to treat cancer. Western medicine is the right treatment. ""Then you asked me to give you acupuncture?" Zhen Fei changed his breath and said, "I want to use acupuncture and Chinese medicine to press down your cancer cells.""Dr. Zhen, you can't thank me enough for helping me relieve pain. Don't worry about my old bone. Save it." Ma Dafu doesn't believe that traditional Chinese medicine can cure cancer. The main reason is that he has to spend money on medicine. He really has no money in his hand.Zhen Fei has another idea in his mind. He has been thinking about Ma Dafu's cancer. Before today, he doesn't know whether acupuncture is effective. Seeing Ma Dafu's gracious invitation for acupuncture, Zhen Fei has a new understanding of Yin Yang acupuncture.It's not very realistic to let Ma Dafu continue to use western medicine. The key is that Ma Dafu has no money, and Zhen Fei has no money to help him. Let Zhen Fei watch Ma Dafu wait to die, from a doctor's conscience, his heart is not allowed to do so.It is urgent to find another treatment.Seeing that Zhen Fei doesn't speak any more, Ma Dafu is afraid of offending him. If Zhen Fei quits, it's still him who suffers, so he says, "doctor Zhen, I'm a big old man. I don't speak very well. If there's something wrong with him, please bear with me.""It's OK. It's a matter between doctors and patients to treat people. You're right, but there are limitations. In fact, traditional Chinese medicine is effective. I'll go back and look through the medical books to see if it's a targeted treatment.""Dr. Zhen, this is a temporary cramming. I'm not optimistic about your traditional Chinese medicine treatment." Ma Dafu was very upset at the thought of becoming a mouse that would be the subject of Zhen Fei's experiment. If it wasn't for the fact that Zhen Fei's acupuncture had a very good analgesic effect, he would have rejected Zhen Fei's acupuncture treatment for a long time.
