After Rebirth, the Buddha-like Star Is a Medical Expert

"The dragon's veins have been broken." Ning Youguang said after giving Zhouquan a physical examination and the pulse.

"What is the dragon vein?" A doctor from the People's Hospital of the nearby city asked.

He and his colleagues around him were shocked when they saw such a young girl see a doctor for the first time.

"Dragon pulse is the Chinese medicine statement, and the Western medicine statement is the fracture of the spine and lumbar spine and the comminuted fracture of the right leg and femur of the spine."

"That's right, that's right, the film we took shows that the result is like this." The Western doctors and Chinese medicine practitioners present didn't know much about it.

"If it's possible, I'd like to inject Zhou Quan now, what do you think?" After the consultation, Ning Youguang asked the school principal and Zhou Quan's mother.

The school leaders looked at Xia Rong, and the medical team members of the Municipal People's Hospital also looked at Xia Rong. Zhou Quan's mother looked at everyone, and then at her son. After a while, she yelled:

"I don't understand, let's see what the doctors and leaders say."

Xia Rong took out his consultation box and handed it to his granddaughter, "Get the injection, I'll take care of any problems."

Zhou Quan did not speak, but showed unprecedented cooperation in the subsequent treatment process.

Then, everyone in the ward watched quietly as the girl took the needle, stabbed it into Zhouquan's lumbar point very steadily and quickly, and followed his waist-shu point through the Du meridian to Mingmen point, Zhiyang point, and double ointment. Blind point, Shuangshenshu point, Shuangtaixi point, and finally Youqichong point, Right Futu point, Right Wuli point, Right Yinbao point...

Except for Xia Rong, no one present knew how the young girl's acupuncture skills were, but saw that her needle movements were smooth and smooth, and Zhou completed the needle in a minute or two.

"Does it hurt?" Ning Youguang asked Zhou Quan after the needle was inserted.

"It's not very painful, just a little swollen." Zhouquan felt the needles on his body.

"Now you have a good rest, you can sleep if you want to sleep, and I will pull out the needle for you in an hour."

Zhou Quan relaxed his body, and then slowed down his breathing.

After a few minutes, he fell asleep.

As soon as he fell asleep, the attending doctor of the Municipal People's Hospital sighed softly and called his colleagues around to go out, and the others followed suit.

After going out, everyone didn't go far.

The doctors at the Municipal People's Hospital rarely met Mr. Xia, so they took him to the rest area next to him to discuss a comprehensive treatment plan and discuss related medical issues with him.

The school leaders were watching.

The school counselor is busy looking at the students in front of him, his eyes are full of brilliance.

"Student Ning usually reads some books on psychology, right?"

"Yes." The girl smiled lightly.

"What books do you read?"

"Freud, Jung, Erickson, Satir, Hellinger, Minuchen and other psychotherapists."

"It's so professional." The school's psychological counseling teacher exclaimed.

"I'm more interested in these."

After the two chatted about psychology knowledge, Ning Youguang looked at Zhou Quan's mother who was leaning against the wall next to her silently, and walked over, "Auntie has been very worried about Zhou Quan recently."

"Yes." The originally stiff and dull middle-aged woman sighed deeply, with guard in her eyes.

She saw all her state in her eyes, still had a smile on her face, and spoke to her in a gentle voice.

"Zhou Quan's injury is so severe, the mother must be the most worried. Auntie has worked hard recently."

As soon as she said this, the vigilance in Zhou Quan's mother's eyes relaxed a lot. Her eyes were slightly red, she looked at the school leaders and then at the ward, and then said in a nasty voice, "I can't do anything, what's the trouble? Everyone It's hard work."

"What can't be done? Even if you don't have to do anything, it's hard enough to be with Zhouquan in the hospital every day."

"I didn't do well either." Zhouquan's mother lowered her head slowly, tears dripping down on the ground, "If I did well, my son wouldn't be like this."

In the past few days, with the non-stop ideological work of the school psychologist, it's not that she didn't listen to it at all, but because the consequences of her son jumping off the stairs were too severe, she couldn't afford to pay for it, and she was full of fear.

How can a person who lives in fear have the ability to take responsibility for the mistakes he has made?

Ning Youguang understood, so she continued to tell her gently: "Actually, many parents are not doing well, but they don't know."

This helpless woman who was entangled in pain raised her head, and then she saw this young girl with a vaguely immature face, a pair of clear and lingering eyes, her gaze fell on her, there was no blame in her eyes, only understanding.

She said: "There are countless parents in this world who love their children in the wrong way, but they don't know it. They hope that their children will study, get full marks in sports, and then go to a good university, enter a big company, find a A suitable partner gets married and has children... However, they don't know that if compared with this ideal child image that does not exist at all, they will not see the truest appearance of their child, and will have all kinds of feelings about the real child. Dissatisfaction creates a lot of judgments, and when this kind of judgment is accepted by children, children will feel inferior, constantly have self-doubt, and thus lose the courage to live well... They turn love into hurt."

"It's not that they don't love their children, they just don't know how to love their children. That's not the case with parents who can love their children."

"What are parents who love their children like?" Zhou Quan's mother asked excitedly as if she had caught a piece of driftwood.

"Parents who will love their children will not compare their children with anyone else, but regard him as themselves, feel joy and gratitude for his existence, and accept him unconditionally. Deduct points according to your ideal type, but start from zero." At this point, the girl asked her with gentle eyebrows, "I believe that when Zeng Zhouquan was still waiting in your stomach, you must have thought that I only want him It’s good to be healthy and happy, right? Since when did your expectations of him change?”

"Yeah... since when did it change?"

Zhouquan's mother nodded.

After a while, the sound of her crying came from the corridor of the hospital.

After a month and a half.

Zhou Quan supported his crutches and was supported by his mother to practice walking in the ward. This was the third time he got up from the hospital bed and walked on the ground with both feet with the help of crutches.

His condition is getting better day by day, and his recovery has exceeded the prediction of the medical team of the entire Municipal People's Hospital. The school leaders are also very happy about this.

After walking a few steps, he saw the school girl coming over, and couldn't help but thank her happily.

"You don't need to thank me, thank you yourself. It is you who want to live well, so you have the courage to overcome the pain and stand up again."

It's almost New Year's Eve, and it's very cold in Jincheng.

Ning Youguang wore a long white down jacket, gloves, and a scarf, wrapping himself up like a bear.

These days, she was sent to the hospital by the school car every morning to give Zhou Quan acupuncture. For the courses she had vacated because of treating his illness, the school also arranged the best teachers to make up for her alone.

On the way from school to the hospital every day, although the weather is cold and the people are cold, her heart is warm.

Because there is a withered life that is constantly glowing with new vitality.

After more than an hour.

Ning Youguang packed his outpatient medical kit, smiled and said to Zhou Quan who was leaning on the hospital bed:

"Today is the last time I give you an injection. From now on, you need to continue to cooperate with your attending doctor in the follow-up rehabilitation treatment. Come on, I hope to see the seniors on campus soon."

"Thank you." Zhou Quan's eyes were slightly moist, "I've worked hard on you recently, I will cooperate with the doctor in the future, and in the future... I won't do stupid things again."

After passing through the gate of hell, he was lucky enough to meet a noble person so that he could be reborn.

Zhou Quan was filled with gratitude and guilt.

At this time, Zhou Quan's mother was also at the side and asked Dr. Ning cautiously:

"Doctor Ning, what should I do in the future so that my son can be better?"

Ning Youguang smiled at this woman whose spirit was completely different from the past:

"You don't have to do anything, what Zhou Quan needs, you have it, just give it to him."

"Okay, I will keep in mind what you said to me these days, and try my best to be a mother who gives him strength, not a mother who puts pressure on him." At this point, Zhou Quan's mother couldn't help crying again.

These days, Doctor Ning taught her gently and patiently every day. She already understood that there were many things wrong with the way she raised her son in the past.

The family is in such a catastrophe. Although the mother and child are in pain, after all, there is a rainbow after the storm.

She and her son will reverse the detours they have taken in the past and move towards a better future.

She knows that she still has a lot of bad things, but she will definitely remember the previous lessons and learn how to be a better mother.

A mother who knows how to love her son better, a mother who can bring positive energy to her son.

As Dr. Ning Xiao said: "Mother and child are not born enemies, so why make things difficult for each other?" 1314

ps: For depression patients in real life, the severity is graded, and the treatment should also be divided into stages. The healing process and time are uncertain. This chapter is for creative needs, please do not use it as a reference