Chapter 77: The Mysterious Acupuncture (Six)
It wasn't until Wang Shiliang and others rushed into the emergency room, covered in cold sweat, that Huang Xingran suddenly calmed down again. Subsequently, a hint of tension also flashed in his eyes. Although he believed in Zhou Mingluo, this matter was too important, and he really feared that when the person inside confirmed it, they would give an opposite answer.
The possibility is very low, Huang Xingran himself also knows it's pitifully low, but the problem is that concern leads to chaos!
Fortunately, before he became too anxious, a burst of amazement suddenly erupted in the emergency room.
"It's a miracle! Song Lao's condition has really stabilized!"
"Breathing normally, heartbeat is normal, pulse is normal!"
"ECG normal...... sigh~"
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Currently, Song Lao is still in a coma, but all his physical data clearly indicate that his condition has stabilized. Although previously someone had reported multiple normal readings, which everyone understood were not truly normal, and compared to a healthy young person, he was still far from it, but compared to the previous situation where Song Lao could have died at any moment, this was enough.
Everything indicates that the old man, who could have died at any moment before, was able to cheat death after Zhou Ming Luo, a guy with not a single hair on his mouth, went in and stitched him up with a few casual stitches within less than an hour, and really managed to hang onto his life, no longer having to worry about dying at any moment.
His condition is still very poor and serious, but at least one thing can be confirmed in the eyes of Wang Shiliang and others, that is, Song Lao wants to live for another three or four days, which is enough. And three or four days is enough time for even the most famous domestic brain and liver specialists from Beijing to rush over.
Not to mention three or four days, they should be able to arrive by tomorrow at the latest.
He was excited again, and after that string of exclamations, Huang Xingran, who was still a bit tense, became even more excited and completely put down the heart that had been hanging.
"Mr. Zhou, thank you, thank you!" He grabbed Zhou Mingluo's hands again and shook them vigorously, this time almost shaking him to the point of cursing, once was enough, did he have to do it again?
But that's just what he thought, and he actually kind of enjoyed the feeling. The only bad thing was that Huang Xingran looked elegant and refined, but his arm strength was really not small at all.
"Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou, I sincerely apologize for my previous suspicions about you...” Just then, another figure rushed out of the emergency room again, with a flushed and excited face.
This is exactly what Wang Shiliang had in mind, although he didn't believe Zhou Mingluo at first. But after the miracle happened, Wang Shiliang immediately realized the significance of this matter. If the First Hospital of Xinkuang City could master this acupuncture technique, it would become the most famous hospital in China overnight.
After all, this is too damn magical. If every critically ill patient can survive with this acupuncture method, it would attract a huge crowd. I estimate that when the time comes, all the dignitaries in the country will try every means to get admitted to the First Hospital before they fall seriously ill.
As long as this set of acupuncture is there, at least it can guarantee that they can live a few more days than in other places, have a few more treatments and efforts. How many rich and powerful people don't want to live a few more days?
So after Dao Guo Jian's modest words, Wang Shiliang almost blurted out "Teach me this set of needle techniques too..."
Fortunately, he didn't get to the point of being beyond salvation and stopped talking in time. Otherwise, even an idiot would know that if what he said was true, it would be a despicable thing that invites contempt from others.
However, after stopping the conversation, Wang Shiliang looked at Huang Xingran again and suddenly made up his mind. It was unrealistic for him to learn this set of acupuncture techniques from others, so he could only try his best to get along with Zhou Mingluo. Even if he didn't mention the significance of this technique, today's incident would make Zhou Mingluo a friend of Mayor Huang and even the Huang family. This point alone was worth his efforts to win over and befriend him.
The next moment, the words that were originally blocked by Wang Shiliang suddenly burst out, but they had completely changed in tone. "This time you have helped our Municipal Hospital preserve its honor, Mr. Zhou. From now on, whenever there is a place where you can be of use, I, Wang, will definitely do my best to assist."
This remark made Zhou Mingluo roll his eyes, he himself had stitched up a few wounds in the past, what did it have to do with the honor of Municipal Hospital.
It was also at this time that Huang Xingran, who was standing opposite, suddenly let go of Zhou Mingluo's hands and nodded with a smile.
This time he really did it right, heaven has eyes, he truly loves Zhou Ming Luo to death, this guy's help to him is not small at all.
However, apart from feeling grateful to Zhou Ming Luo, Huang Xing Ran also understood the significance of the acupuncture technique in Zhou Ming Luo's hands. He even felt an overwhelming urge at this moment to ask Zhou Ming Luo to hand over the technique.
It's inevitable, whoever masters this stuff will find it incredibly useful, and Old Man Huang needs someone like that by his side at all times to notice things, so he can live a longer life.
But this idea was only a flash in Huang Xingran's mind and was immediately extinguished. This wasn't because he felt grateful and didn't want to take advantage of Zhou Ming, but rather because as a political figure like him, many things can be sacrificed. The problem is, Huang Xingran isn't some foolish rich kid who sees something good and must grab it for himself, but rather a very mature political figure.
Not mentioning his family background, being able to become the mayor of a prosperous coastal city in southern China at the age of 40, just having a good family background is far from enough, and personal ability is more crucial.
At least in Huang's family and among his peers, there are still quite a few who have entered politics, with three or four of them doing so, but apart from him, the others are all just average.
Huang Xingran was very clear that if he really wanted to become an outstanding politician, the most important thing was to have a broad mind.
The sea accepts all rivers, and only by being tolerant can one be great. Even the strongest person cannot have everything go their way, for there will always be equally strong opponents. Only by having a magnanimous heart can one achieve true greatness and laugh in the end. Otherwise, how could the ancient Chinese proverb "a prime minister's belly can hold a ship" have been passed down to this day?
Taizu, the old man, was able to unite all forces that could be united in order to reach that step. If you see someone with abilities and instead of thinking about uniting with them, you only think about suppressing and robbing them, then that's something a small-minded person would do.
If he really wants to grab that set of acupuncture techniques from Zhou Ming Luo, if things go wrong, the other party will rather die than submit, and not only will he get into trouble, but also let countless people look down on him. It's better to just leave that set of acupuncture techniques with Zhou Ming Luo and try to make friends with him, so that in case something happens to himself in the future, the other party can lend a helping hand.
This kind of relationship is a real connection, treating each other equally, not intimidating or controlling, but binding both parties to a common interest point, becoming one's own people. Once they become their own people, it doesn't matter whether this thing is in Zhou Mingluo's hands or the Huang family's hands, it's all the same.
It's impossible for Huang Xingran to not understand such a simple truth, and in fact, those who have made it to high positions domestically are basically all people with great tolerance and magnanimity. After all, out of over a billion people, only a handful can make it, so how could they not be excellent?
Perhaps the background of these people also played a certain role, but it is definitely not the main factor.
Huang Xingran directly rushed towards those goals, and the old Huang family indeed had the capital to look far ahead. If he really managed to snatch the needle technique from Zhou Ming's hands now, he would have a considerable chance of succeeding. However, it can be certain that even if he succeeded, the old Huang family would immediately abandon their support for him. A person who could do such a thing simply didn't qualify or deserve to talk about entering the institution or even reaching the top. You might as well call him a spoiled brat, a useless piece of trash that couldn't be salvaged.
Without him, Huang Xingran, the Huang family still has others who can support them, and there are many such people.
"It seems that in the future, I need to be more sincere with him. Which family's old man doesn't have a life-threatening illness? At critical moments, anyone needs him. If he were my own Huang family member, going out and making a few deals would bring countless benefits to the Huang family. Moreover, this young man is surprisingly steady, not arrogant, and not proud, which is rare, really rare."
As he nodded repeatedly, Huang Xingran became more and more satisfied with Zhou Mingluo, his gaze almost turning sinister. He suddenly felt a pang of regret for not having a daughter in addition to his son.
Even if he really had a daughter, it's unlikely that he would immediately decide to marry her off to Zhou Mingluo. After all, for a family like his, the marriage of their children is often a matter of forming strong alliances. Although Zhou Mingluo's needlework skills are incredibly valuable and she herself has great potential, compared to those excellent young masters from the prominent families in the capital, she still lacks a lot of social capital.
But at this moment, he still had a little regret in his heart.