After speaking, Yang Chengzhi looked at Gao Wenjuan on the bed and said, "Wenjuan, do you want to try it on the ground?"

"Think, think, I've been lying in bed for days, it's almost suffocating me, Chengzhi I can really get off the ground." Gao Wenjuan nodded hurriedly like a chicken pecking rice.

"Let the nurse remove the plaster cast first, and I'll take a look at your legs", after speaking, he looked at the more than ten family members of the patients in the ward, "I'll show Wen Juan the condition of the leg recovery first, you go outside and wait for a while."

More than a dozen family members of patients were even more shocked when they heard Yang Chengzhi ask the nurse to remove the plaster cast on Gao Wenjuan's leg, and they all wanted to see with their own eyes how Gao Wenjuan was doing.

When Yang Chengzhi asked them to go out and wait, they all nodded embarrassedly, if a big girl in the family dismantles the plaster, their group of big men will stand by the bed and watch, and they will not be ashamed of the girl to death.

When the patient's family members left the ward and the nurse began to help Gao Wenjuan remove the plaster, Yang Chengzhi glanced at Dr. Wang, "Western medicine has outstanding Western medicine, like some of the precision instruments you use, which no one can refute."

The reason for the decline of traditional Chinese medicine is mainly due to the fact that some people deceive people under the guise of traditional Chinese medicine, coupled with some mistakes in the diagnosis and treatment of traditional Chinese medicine that have not yet learned medical skills, so that people say that traditional Chinese medicine is pseudoscience.

But if you go to the scene of the emergency, you Western doctors can bring all those large instruments over, definitely not, but experienced Chinese medicine practitioners can see the needles of the patient's body without using these instruments, just like I just said that you have a disease.

Dr. Wang now knows how Yang Chengzhi saw that he had hemorrhoids just now, and his feelings are the hope of the four diagnoses of traditional Chinese medicine, and he was diagnosed with a disease at once.

This can't help but remind him of an ancient text he learned when he was a child, "Bian Que Sees Cai Huangong", which said that when the divine doctor Bian Que saw Cai Huangong from afar, he knew that Cai Huangong was sick.

At that time, he still felt that Chinese medicine was indeed magical, but after he studied Western medicine, he felt that this ancient text was just written by later generations to advocate Bian Que.

Knowing what Yang Chengzhi said just now, he really understood that traditional Chinese medicine, which has been passed down for thousands of years, is not something that people like them who can't see a doctor without the instrument can understand.

At this time, Dr. Wang did not have a trace of the arrogance that he had just entered the ward, just like a primary school student who had been criticized by the teacher, standing honestly by the bedside and watching the little nurse dismantle the plaster cast on Gao Wenjuan's leg.

Mr. and Mrs. Gao Duo also stood by the bedside like statues, and the two of them were now in a state of confusion, this kind of thing came too suddenly, suddenly to the point that they could not accept it, and in the morning they were still looking for their daughter, who was still dead and alive, and in the afternoon they were almost as good as ever.

For more than 20 minutes, the little nurse removed the plasters on Gao Wenjuan's legs and put them aside, left the bed and looked at Yang Chengzhi, waiting for his next instructions.

Yang Chengzhi pointed to Gao Wenjuan on the hospital bed, "Doctor Wang, you can see how Wenjuan is recovering from her injuries."

Dr. Wang hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Mr. Yang, don't say it, I don't dare to be embarrassed in front of you, as you just said, if we Western medicine don't use instruments, we may not be able to check the patient's recovery condition."

Yang Chengzhi smiled, lowered his head and gently pressed Gao Wenjuan's legs, which were as white and tender as mutton fat jade, and gently stroked the injured part of her leg for a while.

He was checking Gao Wenjuan's leg injury, but Gao Wenjuan on the hospital bed couldn't help but blush, she was so big, and she had never touched her legs like this young boy, not to mention that this young man was still the boy she cared about.

In addition, the part of her injury was a bit special, and she was run over by a truck at the base of her thigh, Yang Chengzhi's slightly cool hands sometimes happened to touch her most precious place at the base of her thigh while checking her condition, which made Gao Wenjuan, who was already in a spring heart, even more ashamed.

Fortunately, Yang Chengzhi checked for three or four minutes, then stopped and pulled down Gao Wenjuan's hospital gown, covering the bare injured leg. smiled and said, "Be careful, you can walk a few steps slowly, and you can be discharged from the hospital in a week like this."

In just three or four minutes, Gao Wenjuan seems to have spent thirty or forty years, every time Yang Chengzhi checks a place, Gao Wenjuan's heartbeat accelerates, and when Yang Chengzhi accidentally touches her precious place, Gao Wenjuan seems to have been electrocuted, and her whole body is hot and can't help but tremble slightly.

The current Gao Wenjuan seems to be the reincarnation of Guan Gong, her pretty face is flushed, she bows her head and is silent, a pair of jade hands tightly grasp the sheets of the hospital bed, fortunately, the sheets are strong, otherwise, there may be ten holes in the sheets.

Hearing Yang Chengzhi say that Gao Wenjuan could walk slowly, Gao Duo and his wife came back to their senses, and gently helped their daughter under the hospital bed in the past, Gao Wenjuan put on slippers, and gently touched the ground with her feet, and did not feel any discomfort in the injured position.

Helping her parents to stand up slowly, the moment she stood up, Gao Wenjuan had tears in her eyes, and couldn't help crying, she couldn't imagine that she would stand up one day.

Gao Wenjuan, who had been lying on the hospital bed for a few days, when she first stood up, her legs were a little sore, and she couldn't even take a step, Yang Chengzhi went over and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, rubbed her hair, and learned Uncle Benshan's words "Take a few steps,".

Gao Wenjuan looked at Yang Chengzhi with tenderness in her eyes, stretched out her left foot tremblingly, took a step forward, and her left foot fell to the ground, Gao Wenjuan's face was happy, although the injured part was still a little sore, but she could really go, and couldn't help but shout, "I can really go."

With the first step, the second and third steps are naturally out.

Gao Duo and Li Yuping were also excited with tears in their eyes, their daughter was finally able to walk slowly like ordinary people, which they couldn't even think of, and when they heard that their daughter's legs basically couldn't recover, they felt that the sky was falling.

Dr. Wang's lips trembled, and he called out "miracle".

Yang Chengzhi quietly walked out of the ward when Gao Wenjuan was walking slowly on the ground, and more than a dozen family members of patients outside the ward were waiting quietly in front of the door.

When Yang Chengzhi opened the door and came out, they saw Gao Wenjuan in the ward wearing a hospital gown walking slowly with the support of her parents.

Yang Chengzhi waved his hand at them and said in a low voice, "Take me to see your relatives and friends, don't make noise, you are all waiting for me in front of your respective wards, and I will check them one by one."

The families of these patients all consciously dispersed, and each returned to the door of his relatives and friends' wards, Yang Chengzhi looked at the six of the wards where the more than ten people were standing, and the situation of their relatives and friends may not be as strict as Gao Wenjuan's, and they may be living in a double ward.

Yang Chengzhi advanced to a room next to Gao Wenjuan's ward, and the three family members of the patients standing in front of the door hurriedly followed in, and locked the door of the ward casually.

There are two beds in the ward, one of which sits a little boy of seven or eight years old who is sobbing incessantly, with a plaster cast on his arm, and next to the little boy sits a woman in her thirties dressed in ordinary clothes, constantly comforting the little boy.

On the other hospital bed lay an old man in his sixties, whose waist was fixed with a shelf, and it seemed that he had suffered some kind of injury to his waist.