I Have Unlimited Magic Skills

"no problem!"

Li Quan readily agreed.

The media reporters in the audience were more slippery than a loach, and sneaked onto the rostrum.

The camera was shooting wildly at Li Quan.

"Dr. Li Quan, may I ask why your acupuncture can control intracranial hemorrhage without surgery?"

"Doctor Li, your teacher must be a genius doctor, right?"

...

These media reporters have been engaged in media work for a long time and have a very high sense of core news.

Although there were many famous doctors and professors present, none of them could cover up Li Quan's brilliance.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the journalist friends who want to interview, please do the interview later. It's important to save people now." Mr. Ma blocked the reporters with his big belly.

"Let go of me!" Pang Qing struggled to break free from the restraints of the staff. "Li Quan, it was you who paralyzed my teacher, and now you are standing up to be a good person, treating my teacher with hypocrisy, and wanting to be a hero, I'm sorry!"

"My friends at the scene, as well as fellow doctors, please see clearly Li Quan's ugly face. He is no different from a subordinate official in the Ming Dynasty. , as the savior..."

Pang Qing didn't know where he got such a temper, he was only willing to ruin Li Quan's reputation.

"Yuanyang Hospital is also a well-known big hospital in Shanghai. Is it true that the doctors in your hospital are of this quality? Seeing that a colleague is suffering from a sudden illness, he loves his feathers. He is afraid of taking the risk of surgery, so he directly kicks the ball to our Huier Hospital. Now our Huier Hospital is doing our best to rescue Beijing. Professor Ke, you, a student, have no sense of gratitude, but insult me ​​for being hypocritical!"

"Is it true that the doctors and reporters present are all fools?"

Li Quan was also furious, pointing at Pang Qing's nose and cursing back.

Being insulted and suppressed by Pang Qing again and again, even a small grass has a temper.

"Also, didn't Yuanyang Hospital laugh at the poor medical skills of our Huier Hospital? Don't you claim to be the best in the province in terms of cardiovascular and brain medical skills? Professor Bei Ke is now suffering from intracranial hemorrhage and stroke hemiplegia, which belongs to cardiovascular, Department of Brain, you can help, why do you still ask the doctors of our Huier Hospital to save you?"

"Yuanyang Hospital can't even save its own doctors, so what's the point of saving other patients! From my point of view, Yuanyang Hospital is the real name-seeker!"

Li Quan's words were so loud that he paid back all the anger he had received before.

He was angry, but he also completely offended Yuanyang Hospital to death.

As soon as he didn't get the in-patient job quota at Huier Hospital, he would definitely be turned away if he wanted to apply for a job at Yuanyang Hospital in the future.

People are not frivolous and waste young people.

Li Quan did not regret doing so. Not to mention being wronged and scrupled everywhere.

"You, you... are too arrogant!"

Pang Qing was scolded bloody, but she couldn't refute it. His face turned green with anger.

The flash flicked a few times.

Pang Qing's face turned from green to black. He seemed to realize that he was likely to be reported by these media reporters as a negative example.

"asshole!"

Pang Qing hurriedly covered her face with her hands, avoiding the camera.

Li Quan and Professor Tang left the venue smoothly under the escort of the staff.

"Okay, the patient has been sent to the hospital, and medical research will continue! Please sit back and sit down!" Chairman Zhao wiped the oily sweat from his forehead, and began to appease the doctors and reporters attending the meeting.

It will cost money to hold this medical scientific research meeting, rent a hotel, invite famous doctors from the province, arrange accommodation and so on.

Still a small fortune.

So far, the doctor's party hasn't produced a penny. On the contrary, Professor Bei Ke was paralyzed due to an accidental stroke, and he had to spend a lot of medical expenses.

Who pays for the money?

Definitely a sponsor.

What Chairman Zhao has to do is to work hard to complete the tasks entrusted to him by the sponsors. Only when the sponsors are satisfied can someone pay for the party.

He's sure to get a lot out of it, too.

How to transfer the specific benefits is unknown to outsiders.

...

On the commercial vehicle, the rear and middle row seats are folded down, and a simple single shelf is placed horizontally on it.

Professor Bei Ke remained awake and did not fall into a coma.

However, due to a burst blood vessel in the brain, his brain function was affected. Can't move, can't speak.

Apart from the driver, there were only Li Quan, Professor Tang, the two staff members arranged by the venue, and the woman named Xiao Chen in the car.

Since it is far away from the hospital, calling an ambulance will definitely take a lot of time.

Maybe by the time the ambulance arrived, Professor Bei Ke would have ascended to heaven.

It is the most time-saving way to send people directly to the hospital with a commercial vehicle.

"Doctor Li, if you need me to do anything, just tell me." The woman named Xiao Chen should be of high status, and the two staff members at the venue were very respectful to her.

"Well... Then Miss Lao Chen will continue to hold the lighter for me!" Li Quan had already taken out the silver needle bag, and was about to continue the needle injection.

Ms. Chen half held the lighter and cooperated with him in disinfection.

With her other hand, she took out her mobile phone and quickly pressed a series of phone numbers.

"Hi, hello, is this the First People's Hospital?"

"I'm Secretary Chen of the Provincial Medical Association. I have a patient with stroke and hemiplegia..."

Ms. Chen turned out to be the secretary of the Provincial Medical Association, no wonder President Zhao sent her to follow the car and take full charge of this matter.

She communicated with the First People's Hospital as quickly as possible, asking them to vacate an operating room and prepare the corresponding surgical instruments. In this way, Professor Bei Ke can perform the operation as soon as he is sent to the hospital.

No time will be lost.

The identity of the secretary of the Provincial Medical Association is quite useful, and the operating room was quickly coordinated.

Li Quan was already concentrating on pricking the silver needles for Professor Bei Ke.

In less than three minutes, he had already used six needles. If you count the four stitches that were done before, it is exactly ten stitches.

He has earned numbness from the skill points of acupuncture and moxibustion.

Every time he successfully casts a needle, his skill points will be +10.

When he finished using the tenth needle, the light in front of his eyes shone, and a reminder to upgrade his medical skills appeared. Immediately afterwards, a mysterious energy poured in, just like the legendary enlightenment.

After his brain returned to normal, he was pleasantly surprised to find some brand-new knowledge of acupuncture and moxibustion in his mind, as well as experience in performing acupuncture, acupuncture methods for different diseases, and so on.

[Acupuncture and moxibustion, a small percentage of 1%. 】

The entry level is equivalent to that of a general resident doctor. Xiaocheng should be at the same level as the attending doctor.

Li Quan's previous acupuncture and moxibustion could only treat some relatively simple diseases, such as sealing acupoints, dredging superficial meridians and so on.

After upgrading, it becomes even more powerful.

Not only can it dredge the meridians deep in the human body, but it can even use certain techniques to adjust the qi and blood of the camp and guard, and reconcile yin and yang.

In addition, the length of the needle was increased by two inches.

In the past, silver needles could only be pierced within four inches, but now they can be pierced within six inches.

It is worth mentioning that the length of silver needles is very particular, ranging from one and a half inches, two inches, three inches, and four inches. Only there is no five-inch silver needle.

I don't know whether the ancestors felt that the word 5 is unlucky, which sounds the same as crying, or because of the characteristics of the human body structure, there is no need for 5-inch silver needles.

Li Quan finished ten needles, and estimated that the amount of bleeding had dropped to about one-tenth. This is also the limit of what he can do.

Suddenly, the first silver needle kept trembling, and Professor Bei Ke's face turned red a little bit, deepening.

"What's going on?" Li Quan carefully checked every silver needle that was stuck.