This time, the people watching no longer had the same unconditional trust in Li Mingyang as before, and everyone remained silent, waiting to see the patient's reaction.
After a while, the middle-aged man lying on the ground suddenly began to twitch, his face became more and more ugly, breathing became difficult, and there was a look of pain between his brows.
Not only the people around him, but also Li Mingyang were shocked. What was going on? It was obviously beyond the normal reaction.
He opened the middle-aged man's eyelids again and found that the pupils were showing signs of dilation.
Li Mingyang's heart shrank violently. This was a symptom of a critical illness. Could it be that he had really been misdiagnosed?
Although the people next to him were not as professional as him, they all saw that something was wrong.
The middle-aged woman grabbed his arm: "What's going on? Please save my husband."
At this moment, cold sweat started to flow from Li Mingyang's forehead. This was an airplane without any first aid equipment or medicine. What should he do?
The most important thing is that he still hasn't figured out where he misdiagnosed him or what the other party's disease is.
The flight attendant saw some clues and said eagerly: "Dean Li, have we misdiagnosed?"
Li Mingyang no longer had the confidence he had before, and said hesitantly: "Indeed, I... seem to have been misdiagnosed."
Seeing that her husband's condition was getting worse, the middle-aged woman shouted anxiously: "What should I do? Aren't you the vice president? Aren't you an internal medicine expert?
Hurry up and find a way to save my husband. If he dies, I will fight you tooth and nail!"
"I……"
Li Mingyang was completely helpless. If this was a hospital, he could still think of some first aid methods.
But it happened that this was on a plane, and there was nothing. It was completely impossible to rescue the patient effectively because the sky and the earth were not responding.
"Oh my God, I just said that I was the vice president and what kind of expert I was, and after a long time, I misdiagnosed it. Isn't this deceiving?"
"It is said on the Internet that the most unreliable people nowadays are experts. It seems that this is true. I really can't believe it..."
"As the vice president and expert, he said it himself. Is he a fake? He came here to deceive people..."
Everyone watching, except for the stewardess and the middle-aged woman who was worried, everyone else was watching the show. At this moment, they completely changed their stance and switched to mocking mode.
In just a few minutes, Li Dongyang's shirt was completely soaked with sweat, and he couldn't think of any effective solution.
The stewardess said: "How about I contact the ground and find the nearest airport to land."
Human lives were at stake, and she didn't want anyone to die on her flight anyway.
Li Dongyang shook his head helplessly: "It's too late. Even if we contact the ground to land in the nearest city, it will take at least half an hour. Judging from the patient's current condition, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive for 10 minutes."
"Then what should I do? You killed my husband, you have to pay for it with his life."
The middle-aged woman shouted and rushed towards Li Dongyang.
"Okay, there are still people to save, so let me do it."
At this time, Ye Bufan appeared in front of everyone again.
The patient is innocent, and he is a doctor after all. He cannot just watch a middle-aged man die in front of his eyes.
Seeing him coming here again, everyone around him was silent for a moment. It was only now that they remembered what the young man said just now.
Li Dongyang was misdiagnosed, and his condition would get worse after taking antipyretics. These were all correct.
After seeing him, a strange light flashed in the middle-aged woman's eyes.
"Little brother, please, please save my husband."
"Don't worry, he's fine."
Ye Bufan walked over, and Li Dongyang quickly stepped aside to let him come to the middle-aged man.
He took out the Feihe Magic Needle from his pocket, and with lightning speed, he inserted a dozen golden needles into the acupuncture points on the middle-aged man's head and chest in the blink of an eye.
Strangely enough, with the insertion of these golden needles, the middle-aged man's condition immediately eased.
There was a trace of blood on his face, his body stopped twitching, and his breathing became calmer.
The middle-aged woman touched her forehead and exclaimed with surprise: "The fever is gone, the fever is really gone."
Li Dongyang had a look of disbelief on his face. Usually, he looked down on Chinese medicine the most, thinking that what Chinese medicine said were just gimmicks and deceptive tricks that had no effect at all.
But what he saw in front of him overturned his cognition. The disease that he had been unable to deal with before was now under control in the blink of an eye.
"Bring that trash can over here."
Ye Bufan told the stewardess and brought over a trash can placed next to him.
Then he helped the middle-aged man sit up slowly and inserted the other silver needle in his hand into the mole behind his ear.
Everyone was confused and didn't know what it meant to prick this mole with acupuncture.
Just when everyone was puzzled, they saw the wings of the crane on the golden needle trembling twice, and then the patient spat out a stream of black water from his mouth, and a fishy smell quickly filled the air.
Ye Bufan raised his hand, collected the black water in the trash can, recycled it and handed it to the stewardess: "Please deal with it."
The flight attendant took the trash can into the bathroom, rinsed it and returned it.
When she came back, she found that the middle-aged man's symptoms had completely disappeared.
After Ye Bufan took back all the golden needles, the middle-aged man immediately opened his eyes and slowly sat up from the ground.
"What's wrong with me?"
"Husband, you are finally healed."
The middle-aged woman grabbed his arm and cried with joy.
"It's true that people should not be judged by their appearance. It turns out that this little brother is a miracle doctor. He is really capable..."
"That's right. I saw a person who was about to die, but he was saved with a few injections. He was much better than the vice-dean..."
"Today's bullshit experts are really unreliable. They can't even compare to this guy. Just now he had the nerve to laugh at me..."
"Everyone says that Chinese medicine is not good, but I think it is completely nonsense. At the critical moment, our Chinese medicine is still very good..."
Li Mingyang felt embarrassed when he heard the discussions around him.
But there is no way, what others say is true, and he has no room to refute.
The stewardess looked at Ye Bufan with gratitude and admiration on her face.
"Sir, thank you for your help. I apologize for my ignorance just now."
Ye Bufan said: "You're welcome, I am a doctor originally, and I should treat people."
After saying that, everyone returned to their seats, and the middle-aged man also sat back in his seat with the support of the woman.
After the two people sat down, the middle-aged woman immediately took out a stack of money and sent it to Ye Bufan: "Little brother, thank you for your help. We only have so much money left this time, so don't be too short."
Ye Bufan was not polite and put the money directly into his pocket. This was the rule of the ancient medical school. You can pay whatever you want for the consultation.
He had just saved a middle-aged man's life, so he should be charged no matter how much he paid.
After Li Dongyang returned to his seat, he was awkwardly silent for a while, then looked at Ye Bufan and said: "Little brother, I was wrong just now.
I apologize to you for my rudeness and to the Chinese medicine practitioners."
