The four of them stood at the door and looked at each other. A few seconds later, they heard another familiar voice in Mandarin: "Is it Xianghan? Come in quickly!" After that, the four of them pushed the door open and went in.
In a small single ward, two people were standing and one person was lying down.
Ma Long still remembered Dai Xianghan's aunt Xu Wenjun, who looked even more haggard than the last time they met. Maybe her son's illness made her work too hard. Standing on the other side of Xu Wenjun was a tall foreign man, about forty years old.
Above, he is 1.85 meters tall, wearing a white lab coat, with a mask on his face so that his appearance cannot be seen clearly, but his sharp blue eyes are impressive.
Lying on the bed was a young man who looked to be about twenty years old. He had a breathing mask on his mouth and every breath seemed painful.
On the way here, Dai Xianghan had told Ma Long in detail about her cousin Guo Ming's illness: Guo Ming had suffered from a stubborn lung disease called "spontaneous pneumothorax" since he was a child, and had to undergo surgery almost every year.
After an operation, as he grew older, his lungs were almost riddled with holes and he was unable to breathe on his own. To put it simply, it was a ruptured lung. At first, a small opening was opened, which affected his breathing function. Slowly, this
The wounds were getting bigger and bigger, and there were more and more of them. When he was twenty years old, he could hardly leave the hospital and the ventilator because he didn't know when his lungs would develop again.
Just a week ago, his old problem of pneumothorax recurred, and it broke three holes at once. The hospital actually had no good solution. It just tried to patch up his lungs, but it couldn't be cured. According to this
If this level of development continues, Guo Ming may not survive until the age of thirty, as doctors in the United States have concluded.
It was really because her son's disease had reached an incurable level that her mother, Xu Wenjun, after listening to her niece Dai Xianghan's explanation, did not hesitate to ask Ma Long to treat her son. In fact, there was no
No matter how much hope she has, she just wants to give it a try. Although Dai Xianghan praised Ma Long's medical skills as amazing, she herself only heard about it from hearsay. She just watched her cousin and aunt suffer like this day by day.
, she couldn't bear it, so she invited Ma Long, just to give everyone a hope.
However, Dr. Bruce, Guo Ming's attending physician, disagreed. Bruce is an expert in treating pneumothorax at this hospital and is an authority in this field across the United States. The reason why Xu Wenjun's family sent their son to the United States for treatment was because of his care.
The famous one came. Now that Bruce heard that Xu Wenjun invited a young doctor from China, he became furious and firmly opposed it.
"Ms. Xu, this is the team of doctors you invited from China?" Bruce looked at the four people who came in surprise. In his eyes, he naturally regarded the three young ladies, Dai Xianghan, as doctors, and then
Then he looked at Ma Long, "Which hospital do you work in? Why don't I have any impression of you? There are only a handful of experts in the world for pneumothorax. Regardless of the country, even if we haven't met in person, we still have emails.
Communication, you are so young, who is your mentor?"
Looking at the other party's distrustful eyes, Ma Long said slowly: "Our Chinese medical skills are different from your Western treatment methods. Of course you have never seen me."
"Traditional Chinese medicine?" Bruce sneered at the Chinese medical skills. "Your Chinese medical skills are all liars! They are all based on improvisation and there are no systematic specifications. How to treat diseases and save lives? If your teacher is not an expert in this field, I am not
I will ask you to treat my patients. This is a rule! I cannot let people of unknown origin come to our hospital to cause trouble!"
Xu Wenjun looked at Dai Xianghan and Ma Long awkwardly. She didn't expect Dr. Bruce to be so repulsive. Now that the two sides can't reach an agreement, she doesn't know what to do.
"Ms. Xu," Bruce continued to persuade, "I suggest you not to believe in such doctors with unknown origins casually. You must believe in science and our advanced Western medical techniques. If we say, even our American doctors
If there is no way, then no one in the world can cure this disease. For example, cancer, no one can do anything. But many doctors in the East say that it can be treated. This not only delays the treatment, but also makes it possible to survive for a longer period of time.
His body collapsed rapidly. Although your son's pneumothorax is serious, it is not incurable. There will be no life-threatening danger for at least five years. In five years, our medical skills in the United States will definitely improve.
With the development, maybe there will be a cure for your son's pneumothorax by then. But..."
Bruce looked at Malone with contempt: "If you let other lay doctors treat you casually, I'm afraid your son's illness will become more serious and he won't even last five years! You have to be prepared and make choices."
Guided by Bruce's words, Xu Wenjun also hesitated. After all, she knew almost nothing about Ma Long. If she hadn't heard from Dai Xianghan, she wouldn't have known that he had medical skills. But from what she learned during the last meal
, I guessed that his medical skills were probably all self-taught. This must be half a bottle of jealousy. If it really made his son's pneumothorax more serious, then...
Ma Long also saw Xu Wenjun's distrust. If it weren't for Dai Xianghan's family, he would have turned around and left long ago. He spent the immortal energy in his body for treatment, but he didn't appreciate it, so forget it. He heard Yaoyao say
However, there are many famous doctors in China who are all related to medicine. If they don’t trust them, forget it. That’s why Eastern medical skills appear mysterious, profound and profound.
"Aunt Xu." Ma Long said, "My treatment method is very simple. Using our Eastern Qigong, it will not cause any harm to your son's body. Please rest assured."
Xu Wenjun lowered his head and pondered, still making the final struggle in his heart.
Ma Long activated the "Rejuvenation Technique" and glanced at Guo Ming who was lying on the hospital bed. Only the lung disease was severe, with about seven or eight perforations. Although the previous operation had repaired it, after this one
The lungs that are closed can breathe normally, but these perforations seem to be about to burst again. Otherwise, if they don't repair them again in the past few days, the lungs will all burst again and they will be unable to breathe.
"Give me five minutes." Ma Long turned around and said firmly, "If I can't get your son out of bed in five minutes, I will swim back to China!"
Doctor Bruce on the side sneered: "Five minutes? Young man, what international joke are you making? You can't even prepare for surgery in five minutes, how can you treat it? What is Qigong? I have never heard of it. This is a hospital, not
Martial Arts School! Don’t confuse your Chinese Kung Fu with medical skills!”
"Five minutes!" Ma Long held out five fingers at him, "If I can treat the patient in front of me in five minutes, will you volunteer to go to China to help people see the doctor for free?"
"Okay!" Bruce saw that the young man in front of him was so impressive that he was not far behind. "If you can really cure his pneumothorax in five minutes, it means that your Chinese medical skills are advanced. Then I will settle in China and learn from your Chinese skills."
While I am treating patients for free with my medical skills, I will never leave China for a step in my life and will always make contributions to China!"
