Several train conductors quickly surrounded him and asked again and again. Only then did the Russian girl briefly talk about the situation in clumsy Chinese.

Fortunately, the two of them had a meal, drank a little wine, and sat there chatting, which was no different from other diners. But suddenly, the young Russian man named Chekovsky covered his lower abdomen and shouted pain, and soon the pain was unbearable, and cold sweats all over his body, almost fainting.

Some diners came to watch the fun, and Luo Zhiyuan and Xie Wanting also stood by and watched. Anyone with some medical knowledge could see that this situation was either acute appendicitis or acute gastroenteritis, and it was probably difficult to deal with on this train.

A doctor accompanying the car with a medical box was notified and hurried over from the other end of the car. He bent down and pressed Chekov's lower abdomen, which caused Chekov to scream again. The doctor accompanying the car took out the stethoscope again, and watching his "step-by-step" and pretending to be diagnosed, Luo Zhiyuan frowned and shook his head secretly.

"How is it?" the captain asked anxiously.

The doctor frowned and said in a deep voice: "The situation is very bad. I suspect it is acute appendicitis. I must be sent to the hospital for surgery immediately. It cannot be solved in the car."

The train conductor took a breath of cold air. At this moment, there is at least an hour left before the next stop. If it is really acute appendicitis, it will be dangerous.

The Russian young man Chekov looked pale and sweating like rain. He was curled up in his seat and was gradually losing consciousness. His companion, the Russian girl, grabbed the doctor's hand in panic and begged repeatedly.

Xie Wanting pulled Luo Zhiyuan's arm and lowered her voice and said, "Zhiyuan, go and help him see? Have you brought the acupuncture bag? I'll go back and help you get it!"

Luo Zhiyuan shook his head, "No need, I'll take it with me, Wanting."

In recent years, carrying acupuncture bags with you has become a habit that Luo Zhiyuan cannot beat, just as it is natural as dressing and eating.

Luo Zhiyuan separated the crowd and smiled, "I'll show him."

The conductor turned his head and looked at Luo Zhiyuan with a somewhat suspicious look: "Young man, are you a doctor?"

Luo Zhiyuan smiled and did not directly answer the train conductor's question. Instead, he leaned down and gently pressed the painful part of Chekov's hand. Immediately, he pinched Chekov's pulse again, took a slight test, then looked up and looked at him, all with half-believing and half-doubted people, and said calmly to the doctor: "It's not acute appendicitis, but acute gastroenteritis."

The doctor frowned: "Are you a doctor? It cannot be acute gastroenteritis. If it is acute gastroenteritis, it will definitely be accompanied by symptoms of diarrhea and vomiting, but the patient obviously does not have it."

Luo Zhiyuan couldn't help laughing: "I just started the disease, and these symptoms have not been shown yet. Look, his pain point is obviously not in the appendix..."

Luo Zhiyuan was not embarrassed to say that the doctor on the train misdiagnosis, but only hinted at it from the side. But in front of so many people, there were familiar train conductors and strange passengers. The doctor on the train felt that he could not get off the stage, so he smiled coldly: "Okay, I can't debate this with you. The symptoms of these two diseases are similar and require instrument testing to determine it. However, even gastroenteritis needs to be hospitalized immediately. The conditions on the train are limited and cannot be done."

"I'll give him an injection." Luo Zhiyuan did not continue to argue with this half-baked doctor. In fact, he couldn't explain anything, so there was no need to be serious.

He took out his acupuncture bag.

His acupuncture bag is small and simple, with extremely exquisite shape, and is hand-sewn in cowhide. It has been passed down from the ancestors of his grandfather Mu Jingshan and has a history of more than a hundred years. As soon as this acupuncture bag appeared, coupled with the row of golden needles inside it, everyone around him was excited and his eyes looked at Luo Zhiyuan became a little different.

The so-called man is a dress and a horse is a saddle. With this set of golden needles alone, many people speculate that Luo Zhiyuan has extraordinary medical skills, and he is a rare Chinese medicine doctor, so he even stared at him even more.

"Please help me, put the patient flat--" Luo Zhiyuan glanced around and pointed to the empty table not far away, "Let him lie flat on the dining table, please help him lift his legs."

Several people, the conductor and passengers stepped forward to help.

Luo Zhiyuan leaned down, lifted Chekov's coat and sweater, revealing his upper body covered with hair. Then he untied Chekov's belt and took it down half an inch. Several female passengers said in surprise and turned their heads over. Xie Wanting was too embarrassed to look at it again, so she turned her face away.

Luo Zhiyuan looked solemnly and took his Tianshu acupoint two inches on both sides of Chekov's navel. Luo Zhiyuan gently tapped Chekov's Tianshu acupoint with one hand, and took out a golden needle with the other hand, and quickly put it in the needle.

Luo Zhiyuan twisted the golden needle, and Chekov's painful moans were significantly relieved, and his frown brows stretched out.

Then, Luo Zhiyuan put a needle in a sequence at several acupoints such as Liangmen, Hegu, Neiguan in Chekov, and twisted the golden needles in sequence, lifted them one by one and introduced them again, in this cycle.

At this time, Chekov's pain had basically disappeared, and his people had completely woken up. He lay there awkwardly, observing Luo Zhiyuan's movements with surprise and gratitude. The people around him kept nodding and praised quietly.

The doctor who was on the train was also very surprised. Unexpectedly, a master of Chinese medicine acupuncture appeared on this train. He carefully observed Luo Zhiyuan's technique, but he was confused and confused.

Luo Zhiyuan waited for about five minutes, and then performed a cycle of needles again, then waved his hands, took out the golden needle like a dance of nature, and put it into the needle capsule. Chekov breathed a long sigh and actually helped his companion to the ground. It seemed that he had recovered as usual.

"As soon as the injection is cured, there is no medicine or injection, and no surgery is needed... It's so amazing!"

"Miscellaneous Doctor! Amazing!"

The onlookers were talking and praised.

Chekov came over with his girlfriend's support, bowed deeply to Luo Zhiyuan, and thanked him in Chinese that was stiff but fluent, "Sir, thank you for your life-saving grace! Thank you!"

Luo Zhiyuan smiled softly, "You're welcome, it's just a matter of raising your hands."

After saying that, Luo Zhiyuan winked at Xie Wanting, and the two tried to leave.

"Sir, don't leave, we...we should thank you very much!" Chekov's girlfriend grabbed Luo Zhiyuan's arm, "What is your surname and name...what do you live in for carriage..."

This Russian girl's Chinese is very bad, but Luo Zhiyuan understood the general meaning. Treating Chekov was just a coincidence. It was a coincidence. Luo Zhiyuan didn't want to have too much interaction with this young couple from a foreign country. After a few simple and polite greetings, he said goodbye and returned to his carriage.
Chapter completed!