Chapter 50

Although this situation puzzled Jiang Changde greatly, when he thought about how Wu Potian had alleviated his pain with just a few needles, he replied to Wu Qingsheng with a serious expression, "Doctor Wu! My illness was first discovered by Little Wu, and after he treated me with acupuncture, the results were very obvious. I still want Little Wu to treat me!"

Seeing Jiang Changde's serious expression, Wu Qingsheng, thinking about his son's performance in medicine since he returned, was also very curious about what his son had learned in Yanjing over the years. He immediately replied, "Mr. Jiang! Since Little Tian hasn't obtained a medical practice license, I shouldn't let him treat you. However, since you request it, I will let Little Tian treat you."

Hearing Wu Qingsheng's words, Jiang Changde naturally understood the message Wu Qingsheng was trying to convey. As a cadre, if he hadn't already known about Wu Potian's medical skills, he definitely wouldn't have let someone without a medical license treat him. At this moment, he smiled and replied to Wu Qingsheng, "Doctor Wu! Don't worry! I trust Little Wu's medical skills."

Just as Wu Qingsheng agreed to let Wu Potian treat Jiang Changde, they didn't notice that in the corner of the clinic, a young man waiting for his turn to see the doctor quietly stood up from his chair and quickly walked out of the Wu Clinic after seeing Wu Potian treat Jiang Changde.

In the treatment room, after Wu Potian finished one session of acupuncture for Jiang Changde, he went to the counter to write out the medical instructions and then handed them to Wu Qingsheng, saying, "Dad! Here are the medical instructions I wrote for Uncle Jiang. Please take a look."

Hearing Wu Potian's words, Wu Qingsheng released the patient's pulse and took the medical instructions from Wu Potian, reading them carefully.

Seeing the medical instructions written by Wu Potian, Wu Qingsheng was constantly calculating Wu Potian's treatment plan in his mind. The result was very shocking; he never expected that treating chronic bacterial dysentery could be so simple and effective. At this moment, he became extremely excited, but to avoid revealing his true feelings, he suppressed his excitement and said to Wu Potian, "Little Tian! Follow the medical instructions you wrote and get the medicine for Mr. Jiang."

Although Wu Potian had already saved several patients, getting his father's recognition was the happiest thing for him. He quickly prepared the medicine for Jiang Changde and smiled as he instructed him, "Uncle Jiang! This is a day's dosage. Boil the Chinese medicine in spring water for an hour, and take the Western medicine five minutes after meals. Come to our clinic at this time every day for a few more acupuncture sessions. I believe it won't be long before your illness is cured."

Jiang Changde took the medicine from Wu Potian and smiled, thanking him, "Little Wu! Thank you. By the way, how much is the treatment fee?"

Hearing this, Wu Potian picked up the abacus on the counter and quickly calculated the cost, finally writing it on the medical instructions and smiling at Jiang Changde, "Uncle Jiang! The total is 63 yuan. You can give me 60 yuan."

Before Wu Potian could finish speaking, the phone on the counter rang urgently. Wu Potian instinctively picked up the phone and politely asked, "Hello! This is the Wu Clinic. Who is this?"

"The Wu Clinic! I'm at No. 53 Forward Street! My father's heart disease has flared up, and the situation is very critical. Please save my father." As soon as Wu Potian's voice fell, the phone immediately rang with an urgent plea for help.

Wu Potian had answered such emergency calls countless times when he was a child. Hearing the caller's plea, he quickly held the phone and said to Wu Qingsheng, who was still seeing patients, "Dad! There's a heart patient at No. 35 Forward Street. The situation is very critical. You need to go there immediately."

After informing Wu Qingsheng of the situation, Wu Potian immediately instructed the caller, "Sir! Don't panic. Calm the patient down and keep them still. Don't move them; let them lie down or sit in a semi-reclined position, whichever is most comfortable. Find the patient's medication and see if they have nitroglycerin or quick-acting heart pills. If so, give them one tablet to take sublingually."

Upon learning about the emergency, Wu Qingsheng immediately stood up from his desk and apologized to the patient in front of him, "Sister Chen, there's an emergency. I need to go immediately. Please wait a moment."

Wu Qingsheng picked up his emergency kit and instructed Wu Potian, who was at the counter, "Potian! You take care of the clinic. I'll go to No. 135 Forward Street."

As the saying goes, saving a life is like fighting a fire, a race against time. When Wu Potian saw Wu Qingsheng pick up his kit and prepare to leave the clinic, he immediately replied, "Dad! I'll take care of it here. You can trust me!"

After Wu Qingsheng left the clinic, Wu Potian handed the change to Jiang Changde and politely instructed him, "Uncle Jiang! Here is a red bag of Chinese medicine for your family members to take to prevent them from getting infected. Also, pay attention to your diet during this period."

This illness had tormented Jiang Changde for a long time. He didn't dare to take the doctor's advice lightly. He carefully noted down Wu Potian's instructions and thanked him, "Little Wu! Thank you. I'll leave now and come back at this time tomorrow."

After seeing Jiang Changde off, Wu Potian saw that his mother was still busy preparing medicine at the counter. He quickly walked to the counter and smiled, "Mom! Weren't you going to the market to buy groceries? Why are you still here? Dad is out on a call, and we don't need to prepare much medicine right now. Let me take care of the rest!"

Chen Yuemei had watched Wu Potian treat Jiang Changde and was delighted. Her son's medical skills were no less than her husband's. With enough clinical experience, the clinic could be handed over to him. Plus, she had unconditional trust in her son. When she heard Wu Potian's words, she looked at the clock on the wall, took off her work coat, and took out her wallet from the drawer, smiling at Wu Potian, "Little Tian! I'll go to the market. The clinic is..."

"Doctor! Doctor! I'm in so much pain! My stomach hurts so much, please help me!" Just as Chen Yuemei was about to go to the market, a young man holding his stomach walked into the clinic.

Hearing the young man's plea, Wu Potian quickly put down what he was doing and walked out of the counter, helping the young man and instructing him, "Sir! Please sit here, and I'll examine you."

Wu Potian helped the young man sit at the examination table, then took his pulse. However, he soon looked puzzled and was about to ask a question when several police officers rushed into the clinic.

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