Medical Sovereign

Director Zhao knew Ye Shulan's intentions very well, and waved away Dr. Wang, who had been pardoned, and then took out Shen Muqing's medical records and asked Director Zhou to organize an expert consultation and come up with a feasible treatment plan.

Dean Zhou is already in his fifties, and his mind is gradually becoming active. He wants to make further progress before retiring, see if he can enter the administrative staff, and retire with the iron job of the Health Bureau. Naturally, he fully cooperates with Director Zhao's request.

The Cardiothoracic Surgery Department of Changjiang Hospital is also one of the best in China, and the director Huang Guangwei is also a famous surgeon.

With Director Zhao's Shangfang sword, Dean Zhou immediately contacted all cardiologists in Ninghai for expert consultation overnight.

Director Zhao knew Ye Shulan's identity, and he wanted to go one step further. This was the best opportunity to please him. He immediately turned down countless entertainments and stayed up all night to attend the consultation in person.

Countless cardiologists in Ninghai flocked to the hospital after receiving the news. After all, no one dared to betray Director Zhao's face.

Even some retired old cardiologists were invited to come, and at Ye Shulan's request, several leading figures in the field of Chinese medicine also came.

In the sufficiently spacious conference room, there were no empty seats in less than two hours. The lowest among the experts present was the deputy chief physician, and most of them were chief physicians.

Whichever hospital you put in is the treasure of the town. Dean Zhou is drooling and wants to take the opportunity to dig a few, but Director Zhao is staring at him like a Bodhisattva, so he can only start the consultation with a few pleasantries. .

In order to make it easier for the experts to understand the condition, Shen Muqing's previous medical records and color Doppler echocardiogram report were copied, one copy for each person.

These top cardiologists in Ninghai frowned as soon as they got the report card, their faces were full of thought, and they had a heated discussion.

Ye Shulan, Shen Muyang, mother and son sat aside quietly and listened, the more they listened, the more irritable they became, the more they listened, the more headaches, and the more they listened, the more hopeless they became.

These cardiologists were really good at analyzing the condition, and talked about it with eloquence.

Shen Muqing's condition is very complicated, not only suffering from patent ductus arteriosus, pulmonary valve stenosis, heart valve stenosis and severe viral myocarditis, the most fatal thing is aplastic anemia.

But when it comes to the treatment plan, everyone is dumb, because severe viral myocarditis and aplastic anemia are almost incurable diseases, and they can only be recuperated slowly. Coupled with heart disease, it can be said that the patient has been sentenced to death , no one dared to operate on her and propose a reasonable treatment plan.

Hu Xinning, the great doctor of traditional Chinese medicine, is almost eighty years old. Finally, he sighed helplessly, stroked his sparse beard and said the truth: "This disease is difficult to cure even if the gods come."

"Hmph, it's because you are incompetent, a group of quack doctors."

Shen Muyang couldn't hold back the anger for a long time, one or two spoke logically, and when they mentioned the treatment plan, they shook their heads and sighed, and cursed with livid faces.

"What are you talking about? Huangkou, you are so shameless."

"Who are you? How dare you insult us like this?"

"We came here for Director Zhao's face. What right do you have to call us quack doctors?"

"Hmph, I've performed no less than 300 heart surgeries, and I've never been scolded as a quack doctor. Director Zhao, we need an explanation."

"We are here for voluntary consultation, not to be insulted by others. If we can't give us an explanation today, we will never give up."

...Shen Muyang's one sentence is like destroying the hornet's nest. These famous doctors are all top talents in the medical field. Which one is not respected and has a high status, and has never been scolded like this.

Even director Zhao couldn't take care of face, and they cursed angrily. Mr. Hu was so angry that he trembled all over, pointing at Shen Muyang with his beard and staring, scolding Huang Kouer.

Director Zhao also looked embarrassed and at a loss. These elites in the medical field did not give him face, but the position under his buttocks.

Shen Muyang's unscrupulous words offended everyone, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

Ye Shulan couldn't offend Ye Shulan. He could offend these doctors, but he didn't dare to offend them. Especially after some old experts retired, they were not under his jurisdiction at all. Even if he saw them, he had to be polite.

This made him secretly complain that Shen Muyang really didn't know how to be a human being. He stayed up late for a consultation with good intentions, but he couldn't come up with a treatment plan.

"Shut up!" Seeing that everyone was angry, Ye Shulan gave Shen Muyang a hard look, implying that he should stop talking, and immediately stood up to apologize.

Who knows that Shen Muyang sneered under the criticism of thousands of people: "You are not convinced when you say that you are quack doctors. A young man in his early twenties can curb my sister's illness with a few silver needles. Are you not quack doctors? ?"

The scene was silent for a while, and all the experts looked at each other in blank dismay. In their opinion, as long as Shen Muqing got sick, she would definitely die. How could she curb the disease with just a few silver needles.

Shen Muyang seemed to feel that the blow was not enough, and continued to sneer: "I know you don't believe or be convinced, Director Huang, show them my sister's inspection report today to see if what I said is true."

Huang Guangwei, who had never said a word, sighed, took out Shen Muqing's latest inspection results, and smiled bitterly: "Let's take a look, this is indeed a miracle. The miracle created by a twenty-two-year-old young man is only seven With silver needles, the enlarged heart caused by dilated cardiomyopathy returned to normal, and according to my analysis, dilated cardiomyopathy will not recur in a short period of time."

"This is impossible. The enlarged heart caused by dilated cardiomyopathy can be restored to normal with a few silver needles. This is absolutely impossible and has no scientific basis at all."

Director Liu of the Cardiothoracic Department of Renhe Hospital didn't believe it at all.

"Silver needle, it seems to be traditional Chinese medicine? This is simply pseudoscience."

The person who spoke was John McJohn, a medical doctor from Puji Hospital who has always believed that Chinese medicine is a pseudoscience.

"How do you talk? Why don't you drink foreign ink for a few years, and forget your ancestors when you named it a foreign name. Why is Chinese medicine a pseudoscience? Chinese medicine has always been linked to metaphysics. Yin-yang and five elements, Tai Chi and gossip are broad and profound, don't you?" If you understand, don’t be silly.”

The other chapter, the old Chinese doctor, scolded angrily.

"Shen Nong tasted all kinds of herbs, Li Shizhen, Hua Tuo, Bian Que and other medical masters in history, which one is not Chinese medicine? Do you dare to say that they don't exist? Young man, worshiping foreigners is the worst thing, don't forget that you are black-haired Yellow-skinned Shenzhou people, don’t forget your ancestors.”

The old Chinese doctor Hu said angrily that he taught him an indisputable lesson.

"Hmph, I admit that Chinese medicine did exist, but China has gone through many wars, and the ancient medical skills have not been passed down at all. The current Chinese medicine is simply a means of cheating money. There is no scientific basis at all, it is pseudoscience. "

McJohn didn't show any weakness, and retorted sharply.

"Western medicine and Chinese medicine are two completely different disciplines. There is a reason for their existence, and there is nothing to argue about."

"I think what John McMahon said is right. Traditional Chinese medicine in history is indeed remarkable, but is it the current Chinese medicine? Hehe..."

"Just kidding, cupping a cup, scraping Sha, poking a few times with a needle, and drinking some bad-smelling traditional Chinese medicine can help farts. Don't we need to learn Western medicine to use a knife to save lives."

"You can't say that. Western medicine has the effect of western medicine, and Chinese medicine still has a certain therapeutic effect in some aspects."

"Traditional Chinese medicine focuses on nourishment, and the curative effect is not obvious, but in fact, it can go back to the root cause and cure it. Western medicine treats wherever there is a problem, and the effect is quick, but it treats the symptoms but not the root cause. Each has its own advantages. .”

... All of a sudden, the experts expressed their opinions and quarreled. Some were biased towards Chinese medicine, some were biased towards Western medicine, some were impartial, and some were watching the jokes with a cold eye.

The entire conference room was as noisy as a vegetable market, and Shen Muyang's face was getting darker and darker, because up to this moment, Shen Muqing's latest inspection report was still in the hands of John McGee, and he didn't even look at it.

Having a bad temper, he suddenly lost his temper and yelled, "Shut up, all of you."

The scene was suddenly silent, and everyone stared at him, ready to attack him.

Without waiting for them to speak, Shen Muyang stretched out his index finger and pointed at John Mai, and said coldly:

"Fake foreign devil, when you slander Chinese medicine, I think you should read my sister's latest inspection report before speaking, and then dare to speak nonsense. Believe it or not, I will throw you down by your ankle right now."

John McNair really wanted to have the courage to say something, you have a try, but seeing the murderous look in Shen Muyang's eyes, his lips murmured for a long time and he didn't dare to say anything.

This is the eighth floor, if you are really thrown down by this rude guy, you will die.

The hero does not suffer from the immediate disadvantages, John McNair comforted himself in his heart, and then obediently read the latest inspection report.

Old Chinese medicine doctor Hu felt very relieved, although Shen Muyang was not a popular guy, but for the sake of his support of Chinese medicine, he decided not to bother with this brainless idiot.

"This, how is this possible? Is this really treated with Chinese medicine?"

John McJohn picked up the previous inspection report and compared it, his face became extremely ugly, and he muttered to himself in disbelief.

"Of course, when my sister was sent to the hospital, the silver needle hadn't even been removed, and it's still stuck in her chest."

After Shen Muyang finished talking triumphantly, his face suddenly changed, "It's too bad, I don't know if the silver needle can be pulled out, it can't be stuck like that all the time, right?

In case the needle is not pulled out, what should I do if there are any side effects? It was the first time Shen Muyang felt remorse, he would have acted softer if he had known earlier, and he had to wait until the kid pulled out the needle.

At the same time, Ding Ning in the intensive care unit was also worried that the seven silver needles would not be pulled out, and the needles would have to be kept for six hours. That's why he didn't pull out the needles at that time.

Once it is unplugged before the time is up, the girl's illness will attack again immediately, I hope they are not so stupid.

Although he didn't like Shen Muyang and Ye Shulan very much, the girl was innocent, and he didn't want to ruin her life.