In front of Chen Yang's hospital bed, watching the nearly ninety-year-old professor talk about the rapid changes, he felt somewhat awkward.
But no matter what the awkwardness was, it was all diluted without a trace under the word "can cure".
Professor Yang took the pen and paper and started sketching, while explaining it to Chen Yang and the others.
Now there is a new treatment method called interventional treatment.
This thing is so powerful that through interventional angiography, embolization or dredging of blood vessels, cardiothoracic surgery has almost been wiped out.
"My little friend, your wife's problem can be solved through interventional therapy."
Old Professor Yang was so excited that he spat out a lot of professional terms for free.
Intrauterine intervention directly treats the child's heart before birth;
Why interventional embolization first, then thoracotomy surgery to remove liver cancer...
Chen Yang was stunned for a moment.
Finally, Professor Yang wrote a number to him and sighed: "It's a pity that I am old and can't go to the operating table. This is the phone number of a young director of Shangjing Cancer Hospital.
Call him and he will fly his knife over to your surgery."
Chen Yangzhen put away the phone seriously and looked at Tang Wan, still confused.
When they came to see this old doctor who was a member of the health care team and was almost ninety years old, Chen Yang and the two of them thought that he would be some kind of Chinese medicine doctor who would give him some decoctions, prescriptions, and the like.
I never expected that what Professor Yang was talking about was cutting-edge Western medicine.
Professor Yang chuckled, reached for a hand-drawn atlas, handed it to Chen Yang, tapped it with his knuckles, and said: "Of course our ancestors have good things, here, what you have is,
You also need massage to recover after the operation, so follow this."
"Young people, don't be too narrow-minded.
Where does Chinese medicine and Western medicine come from in this world? It’s just ancient medicine and modern medicine.”
When Chen Yang and Tang Wan said goodbye, they bowed deeply to Professor Yang, not because of the medical treatment, but because of the old man's sentiments that make ordinary people ashamed.
Until they returned to the hotel, their minds were still buzzing with the deafening voice of Professor Yang.
"Huh?"
Chen Yang sat down in the room, calmed down and flipped through the massage chart that Professor Yang threw over, and suddenly made a sound of surprise.
Tang Wan came over curiously and took a look, her face suddenly turned as red as blood.
It wasn't that there was anything inappropriate for children drawn on the map, it was just that she took a quick look and found that the map was quite complete.
From the feet to the buttocks, then climb over the back to the head, and then to the front again, and repeat the similar procedure again.
Thinking of herself lying on the bed and having Chen Yang manipulate her in such a negative and positive way, Tang Wan felt that she might as well just die, it was so embarrassing.
Chen Yang sighed, closed the map, and expressed regret.
After all, he had carefully studied the leg massage left by the national player back then. He took a look at it right away and was impressed by the technique of the diagram. He felt that the effect would definitely be great if he copied it again.
I knew she wouldn't agree.
As soon as this idea came to Chen Yang's mind, Tang Wan on the other end said angrily: "Why are you sighing? Do you have any ideas?"
"No, absolutely not."
Chen Yang shook his head like a rattle.
"snort!"
Tang Wan snorted and said: "At most, you can only press the back or the front, absolutely, no!"
Chen Yang's eyes lit up instantly, and he made up his mind to contact the director as soon as he returned to Xiajiang City. The flying knife must be fast.
Although they traveled all day today, Professor Yang's personal treatment was less than expected. It was not too late when they returned to the hotel.
Chen Yang thought about it for a moment and asked tentatively: "Xiao Wan, after all these years, I haven't bought you clothes yet?