My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 1091: Chapter 1073: Why Not Treat Her Son Chapter 1091: Chapter 1073: Why Not Treat Her Son Tang Yuxin extended her hand, carefully pressing the patient’s injured leg to see how it was recovering, but there indeed was some swelling inside.

The patient was in pain but endured it.

There really was some swelling, an unavoidable matter.

Although the blood circulation was functioning, maintaining the same position for a long time wasn’t conducive to recovery.

It was just that now he could only maintain that one position.

“Endure it a bit.”

Tang Yuxin said, taking out a needle pack from her own waist and placing it flat beside her.

Meanwhile, the patient looked at the needles in surprise; this was his first encounter with acupuncture as a treatment.

He had only seen it on TV before—a mysterious treasure from their country’s five-thousand-year history, which had slowly become a topic in TV shows and movies.

But in reality, it was rarely seen.

After sterilizing the needles, Yuxin lined them up neatly, then with a lift of her finger, a needle had already pierced into the patient’s flesh.

Wen Qi suddenly gasped, breaking into a cold sweat from the pain.

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“Endure it,” Tang Yuxin repeated, inserting another needle.

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“Numb…”

Wen Qi murmured again; the sensation was both painful and numbing.

How could it be so uncomfortable when, frustratingly, he couldn’t even move?

“You should be thankful you still feel these sensations.

If you didn’t, this leg of yours would be dead.”

Tang Yuxin continued to insert needles, speaking while her fingers never stopped moving.

She inserted the needles so quickly it seemed as though she didn’t even need to look.

Wen Qi endured with all his might, well aware that Tang Yuxin’s words were true.

Without sensation, his leg would be useless, rendering him disabled.

He was only eighteen, not yet in college, with a wonderful life ahead of him.

Being disabled would ruin his entire life.

So he clenched his teeth, enduring the discomfort in his leg, and the more discomfort he felt, the more comforted he actually became.

Because his leg had sensation, it was in good condition.

Tang Yuxin retrieved the needles, put them away neatly, and finally placed them in a small cloth bag hanging at her waist.

And now, with the needles removed, one could visibly see Wen Qi’s previously broken leg exhibit a healthier color than before, even showing some blood color, not as terrifyingly pale as initially.

It seemed to be less swollen as well.

“Thank you, doctor.

I feel much better.”

Wen Qi could feel that his leg was not as swollen and painful as before, and it seemed like he could even sense his toes.

Instinctively, he moved his toes and surprisingly found a slight movement in his foot.

Overwhelmed, he felt a twinge in his nose.

Despite everyone’s reassurances that his surgery was very successful over the course of his recovery, he had been deeply worried and frightened the entire time, afraid that his leg wouldn’t heal properly.

Until now, he hadn’t felt his foot; but now, he did.

He truly felt it.

Tang Yuxin once again reached out to adjust the speed of the IV drip, then picked up the medical record and began noting something, all the while a patient was lying in the bed not far from Wen Qi.

Like Wen Qi, this person had undergone leg surgery, but his recovery was far worse.

Not only did he seem to lack spirit, but his operated leg also seemed not to be doing too well.

Wen Qi, on the other hand, could eat and sleep well and his recovery was very impressive.

Within just a few days, the blood circulation in his injured leg had greatly improved, becoming very smooth.

The human body possesses a strong healing ability; as long as the blood flows well, the vitality carried in the blood will quickly repair the injury.

With proper nutrition, recovery can naturally be rapid.

Add to this a positive mood and strong faith, and the healing process can be even more efficient.

Comparing the two patients, Wen Qi seemed like one who had been convalescing for several months, whereas the other appeared as if he had just escaped from death’s door, still halfway lifeless, with even his gaze appearing clouded.

After examining Wen Qi, Tang Yuxin prepared to leave.

She had finished with all her patients for the day.

Although she was still within the hospital, she wouldn’t take on any more surgeries or outpatient cases.

Thus, if she had nothing else to do in the afternoon, she could go for a walk with Gu Ning.

Despite the continuing desolation, disaster reconstruction efforts had already begun.

The area’s disaster wasn’t too severe to begin with, and life was already returning to normal further afield.

As Tang Yuxin was about to leave, Zhang Dong’s mother, who was by his bedside, became unwilling.

Why had others been treated so well, yet her son hadn’t been cared for?

Had her son paid too little, or had they not given a red envelope to the doctor?

She was seething with anger and felt extremely aggrieved.

She pulled over a nurse and demanded to know who the female doctor was who had just left, declaring that she would report her to the hospital director.

“Are you referring to Dr.

Tang?” The nurse wondered which doctor that could be.

But, after thinking it over, she couldn’t come up with anyone from their hospital who would match the description of a young female doctor skilled in acupuncture.

However, there was indeed one person currently in the hospital who fit the profile, though she wasn’t a doctor from their hospital.

And that person Zhang’s mother had seen was likely Dr.

Tang.

“Why didn’t she treat my son?”

Zhang’s mother couldn’t bear it—others had received treatment, so why was her son neglected?

“The thing is…”

The nurse didn’t have an answer to this because Wen Qi was Dr.

Tang’s patient, one she had operated on personally.

As for Zhang Dong, he was Dr.

Kong’s patient, which wasn’t hard to understand.

Although Zhang’s mother was upset, there was nothing she could do until Dr.

Kong came again for his rounds.

After checking Zhang Dong’s condition, even though his recovery was slow, all was considered normal.

As long as he continued to maintain his current regimen, his recovery was just a matter of time.

Therefore, Zhang’s mother had no more complaints.

As to why someone else’s recovery could be so much better while her own son’s was slow, well, that varied with individual physical conditions.

Zhang’s mother had no more to say, but every time she saw Wen Qi’s improving condition, she felt itchy and uncomfortable, especially as Wen Qi’s complexion got better and he was able to sit up for extended periods.

If not for his injured leg, he might already be hopping around energetically by now.

When Tang Yuxin came over again to administer another acupuncture session for Wen Qi, she could distinctly feel that the channels of his leg were now completely open and the blood flow very pleasing.

It seemed that before long, he would be able to leave the hospital, and she could go home.

“Dr.

Tang, when can I start using a wheelchair?”