Lu Mengxuan looked at him blankly, not disappointed in him, but more trusting in him.
She knew that Zhang Yang's every word had his own methods and uses, and he would suddenly turn defeat into victory in difficult situations. This was also what surprised her.
"How can medical skills be compared with magic?"
Ye Shirong felt that he had seized the opportunity to save face, and suddenly raised his voice and continued: "Medical skills are to relieve the patient's pain and be responsible for the patient. There is no room for falsehood."
Bang bang bang...
"Yes, the dean is right."
"Well, how can you cheat in treating a disease? Are you making fun of the patient's body?"
"That's it, how good can such a young man be in medical skills? It's possible that he won the competition by cheating."
…
As a burst of applause broke out, the audience at the door began to praise him and at the same time began to question Zhang Yang.
Of course, we can't blame them for being like grass on the wall and swaying in the wind.
Ye Shirong's words are sonorous and powerful, and he always thinks about patients. He can easily impress people, not to mention that they are still patients waiting for treatment?
So it is normal for the attitude to start to tilt toward him.
"Yes, Dean Ye is right."
A sly expression flashed across Zhang Yang's face, and he first acknowledged his words, then changed the subject and continued: "But what is a doctor's duty? It is to relieve patients' pain and help them cure their illnesses. If cheating can do this, I would rather
Even if you cheat by any means, you must also defend the doctor's responsibility and dignity."
The patients and their family members at the door felt exhausted. If they applaud again, which side do they belong to?
However, Zhang Yang's words were also sonorous and powerful, which moved people deeply and filled their hearts with admiration and appreciation.
Both of them were so considerate of the patients, and their words were so passionate. Ordinarily, it would be more appropriate to drink tea, hold a lecture or something, and just laugh at each other and have fun.
But at this time, there was a tit-for-tat confrontation, full of strong smell, and there was a possibility of strangulation at any time, which made them worried.
“Can cheating cure patients?”
Ye Shirong glanced at Guoguo, who was naked on the treatment bed, and continued: "Take this child as an example. The medicine is taken from the mouth. Gastric lavage is to allow him to eliminate the pesticide vomiting and wake him up. This is the last step after taking the medicine.
Anyone who knows medicine should know the basic treatment methods."
After a pause, he continued: "And if you let people massage their lower abdomen, it will deepen the harm of toxicity to the human body. This is also the most basic common sense in studying medicine. I wonder what you learned in school? You know nothing about medicine.
."
Finally, he severely despised Zhang Yang while guarding the crowd. He felt elated and elated, with a proud smile on his lips.
"But the doctor just now performed a gastric lavage on him. Can he be revived?"
"cannot."
Ye Shirong originally wanted to tease him hard, letting him know that he didn't understand the most superficial things, but he actually treated patients?
But I didn't expect that his easy rhetorical question would make me look so embarrassed that I couldn't get off the stage.
I could only explain: "The child was brought in late and has no ability to act independently, so he cannot vomit and expel pesticides."
"In other words, the most basic treatment methods that everyone who knows medicine should know have no effect at all on treating this child?"
"Yes, you asked someone to massage his abdomen, and it's even more impossible to save him." Ye Shirong had to admit helplessly.
At the same time, he felt that although Zhang Yang's words were smiling and affectionate like chatting with old friends, there was an invisible sense of oppression that made him breathless.
"I think Dean Ye must have very high attainments in medicine, right?" Zhang Yang asked flatteringly.
"Hmph! I am a master's degree graduate from Bianque University, the highest medical institution in China. I have been practicing medicine for more than 20 years and have treated countless patients. I can't even speak of my attainments, but I still have experience."
Ye Shirong's high-profile modesty made Zhang Yang almost vomit. Even Lu Mengxuan, who was standing by, couldn't help but look at the dean with contempt.
At this time, the onlookers at the door were not just a few patients and their families, but also many hospital employees.
The corridor became crowded, and some even walked into the emergency room to watch the development of the matter.
I can't blame them for being good, I can only say that this scene is too bizarre.
The passionate collision between the vice president of Donghai People's Hospital and the students from Donghai Medical University who just won the Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament is more like a confrontation between Chinese and Western medicine. How can it not attract attention?
"Alas, a master's student from the highest medical institution in China keeps shouting for the most basic treatment."
There was an unbelievable look on Zhang Yang's handsome face as he continued: "A deputy director and expert with more than 20 years of treatment experience has been relying on the most basic treatment methods to serve patients. It is a tragedy for education, and even more for medicine.
The sadness.”
"nonsense……"
Ye Shirong was furious. As a vice-dean, being lectured by a young man in public was undoubtedly an insult to him.
"Really? Then let me ask Dean Ye, what is experience?"
After Zhang Yang paused for a moment, he glanced at the door. There were many hospital employees wearing white coats, which further stimulated his desire to perform.
He continued: "Of course, as long as you are a doctor, you have the right to answer."
He finally said it to the door, undoubtedly challenging the white coats of the People's Hospital at the door.
"Experience is the accumulation of illnesses treated."
"Yes, it is said that practice makes perfect. The more patients you come into contact with, the better you understand the symptoms, and the faster you can use the fastest method to help patients relieve their pain."
"Experience means continuous study and then integrating it into practical treatment. Over time, it becomes therapeutic experience."
…
Ye Rongshun did not answer. Seeing his employees expressing their thoughts passionately, a proud smile appeared on his lips.
He was gratified by the passion shown by his employees, and moved by the strong cohesion displayed in front of patients.
He was proud of them…
Bang bang bang...
Zhang Yang's applause was particularly harsh in the emergency room, like a kind of encouragement, but to Ye Shirong, it felt like a mockery.
After all, he was the only one applauding, not to mention someone who was in direct opposition to him. Could he really be so generous and tolerant?
"That's very good. They must be top students in the medical field, and they are worthy of being experts from Donghai People's Hospital."
Zhang Yang continued with a look of admiration on his face: "As someone who is also studying medicine, I admire you very much. I have benefited a lot from your concluding remarks."
When Lu Mengxuan heard what he said, he massaged Guoguo's abdomen and gave him a fierce look.
She knew that this was Zhang Yang's usual practice, first lifting the person up to the sky with all his strength, then pulling him back with all his strength, pressing him down on the ground and kicking him as hard as he could.
I am very dissatisfied with his shameless and shameless behavior. At least it is disrespectful to these angels in white.
The only thing that excited her now was that Guoguo's belly started to feel warm, and she could even feel his body shaking slightly.
"Does this need to be said? We have been qualified to practice medicine for more than ten years."
"That's right, we are doctors in a regular hospital, so we must work hard to study our medical skills."
"If we accumulate more experience, we can relieve patients' pain faster."
…
This group of people in white coats began to be smug, arrogant, dignified, low-key, and talked all over the place.
They are not fools. Seeing the tense confrontation between the vice president and this young man, they will certainly despise this young man in order to tilt the balance of victory to their side of Western medicine.
You must know that this is the home court, and if a young person takes the spotlight, they will be very embarrassed.
"Then I would like to ask you, what experience do you have in rescuing the little boy in front of you?" Zhang Yang pointed at Guo Guo.
"this……"
"The child has given up rescuing, which means he is no longer alive."
"Yes, experience is not everything, nor can it bring the dead back to life."
…
They all began to answer helplessly.
Although they did not see the rescue process, the vice president was standing here and the two rescue doctors looked sad, making them understand the result.
"Stupid, coward." Zhang Yang suddenly raised his voice and yelled in a sad and angry tone: "You only know how to stick to the rules. The so-called accumulation of experience is like an assembly line, repeating the same treatment method every day.
Do you think it’s just to gain experience?”
"The country has spent so much money to train you, but what about you? You are not enterprising and only rely on so-called high-tech instruments, but are they free? Do you know how much more it costs to test ordinary people once? You are worthy of the country and these
Do you trust your patients?”
Zhang Yang continued without giving them any chance to refute: "As long as you study more in medical skills and let patients use less equipment to take a few pictures, you can save them a lot of hard-earned money. But what about you? I feel ashamed for you.
, you only care about making money, do you still have professional ethics? On behalf of the patients and their families, I despise you."
Whoa whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of applause.
"well said."
"That's right, as a doctor, you know how to take X-rays every time you come to see a doctor."
"It costs hundreds to cure a cold. He is really a black-hearted doctor. He only wants to make money from people's hard-earned money. He is simply not human."
"If you only rely on those instruments, what are you doctors doing? Are they useless?"
…
His angry and sonorous words severely scolded these white coats.
At the same time, he also cleverly exploited the contradiction of the topic that medical treatment is expensive in China, and aroused the anger and dissatisfaction of these patients, and they began to curse.
"Stop talking nonsense. If you have the ability, can you save this child?"
Ye Shirong was so angry that he was shaking all over. Although it was not directed at him, as the leader of the hospital, it was more embarrassing for him than scolding him. In anger, he no longer cared about his identity.
He continued: "If you can't save her, don't harp here. This is the People's Hospital, not the Affiliated Hospital of your Medical University. Don't show off your authority here."
Chapter completed!