Xia Zhi first covered his grandmother with a blanket before saying to Jing Sangcheng:

"Congratulations Professor Jing. You did it, you can rest assured that I helped people to rectify their bones, but I didn't wake up the patient's pain, so this acupuncture method is feasible. However, it is also because your acupuncture method is strong, and this acupuncture method is all about big acupoints. People who have not had decades of acupuncture skills cannot grasp the accuracy."

"What about you? How did you do it?"

"As for me, I'm probably born with this ability."

Jing Sangcheng looked at the little girl's calm and unwavering face and bent down deeply: "Thank you, Teacher Xia, for teaching me."

"Professor Jing, please don't be polite. The needlework is only a small part of traditional Chinese medicine. I dare not call it a master. You should call me Zhizhi, otherwise I think I am a monster."

Xia Zhi bent down to return the gift, but his tone was calm, without any tension or pride, which made Jing Sangcheng feel more confident in this acupuncture method invisibly.

Because only with confidence can this be done.

He said happily: "Hey, then I call you Teacher Xia in my heart, hahaha, I really didn't expect that our Chinese medicine is profound and there is a solution to allergies to anesthetics. I can have a good sleep tonight. Even if you sit down, I will pour you tea, and you are not allowed to be polite to me."

Jing Sangcheng went to the water dispenser neatly.

Xia Zhi didn't refuse him and sat down in the reception area calmly.

Jing Sangcheng brought two cups of green tea and said, "At the most important thing, I don't have coke or something from you young people, only tea."

Xia Zhi stood up and answered, saying, "Professor Jing, this special-grade Longjing is rare, thank you."

"Oh, you can really do it, you can tell at a glance, you can..."

Jing Sangcheng sat down aside, about to open the topic of tea when his cell phone suddenly shook in his pocket.

He made an apologetic gesture to Xia Zhi, and immediately answered with a serious expression: "Please say... well... what's the situation now... In this case, you have to have a caesarean section... No, I have found a solution... OK, I'll come right away!"

After a minute or two of the call, Jing Sangcheng hung up the phone and looked at Xia Zhi anxiously: "Zhizhi, I am going to see an important patient now, the person who is allergic to anesthetics that I have troubled these days. Can you... go with me?"

Xia Zhi carried his small cloth bag without hesitation: "Go."

"Your grandma won't be in trouble, right?"

"It won't be a problem. Since she fell last time, she has to take a nap every day, so she can rest well."

"Hey, let's go, I'll tell you on the way."

The two hurried out of the office. Jing Sangcheng called the driver, and the driver rushed over from nowhere.

When he got into the car, Jing Sangcheng sighed and his expression became solemn:

"This patient, alas, she is the widow of a martyr. Because of the special work situation of the martyr, they finally got pregnant. Who knew that the comrade died in a task not long ago, and the child became a posthumous child."

"Pregnant women have a relatively large number of pregnancy diseases at anesthesia. The most serious thing is that they are allergic to anesthesia. The relevant leaders in the province are very concerned about this situation and have joined hands with several experienced Chinese and Western doctors to consult. We all hope to help this patient. We have been thinking of various solutions recently."
Chapter completed!