The doctors attending the meeting were once again in an uproar and started talking in low voices.
Henry and Charlie didn't speak for the time being, but the two seemed to be discussing this in a low voice.
Charlie talked more, Henry, being mentally ill, said less.
Mr. Qiao's face was gloomy and he was very unhappy.
He has characterized this Qin Fan as someone who loves to show off, is personally heroic, and has no sense of the overall situation.
Zhan Yiting was probably the only person present who looked at the development of the situation from an outsider's perspective.
She wanted to know how Qin Fan would handle this crisis.
Su Yuanju didn't say a word, but his mind was completely immersed in the fasting therapy proposed by Qin Fan.
He was a master's student in traditional Chinese medicine more than thirty years ago. He has been reclusive for so many years and has never given up various researches.
He has read a lot of books and is naturally exposed to knowledge in this area.
"Ahem, let me say a few words."
Chen Yimin from the Department of Internal Medicine coughed a few words.
"Mr. Qin also wants to cure diseases. Regardless of whether the idea is right or not, if he boldly puts it forward, he is actively thinking of solutions."
"This Big Grain Technique has been recorded in Chinese classics for a long time. The benevolent sees benevolence and the wise see wisdom."
He is a rare good old man in the hospital. Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit tense, he quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.
Seeing what he said, Xu Puruo, a physician in the Department of Internal Medicine, smiled.
"Although medicine is rigorous, without whimsical ideas, there would be no modern medicine today."
"Our current science is based on the fantasies of the ancients. For example, there was the story of Chang'e flying to the moon thousands of years ago, which led to today's lunar exploration and space projects."
"So, we can't completely deny it based on our own feelings."
Obviously, Xu Puruo was also trying to smooth things over and excuse Qin Fan.
"Yes, I also agree with what Dr. Xu said."
Jiao Tong from the Department of Neurosurgery nodded in agreement.
The opinions of the three of them were nodded by most of the participating doctors.
At this time, Su Yuanju retracted his thoughts.
He glanced at everyone.
He said slowly: "Although Mr. Qin's idea is very bold and sounds very metaphysical, it is not unreasonable."
"Short-term fasting has a certain effect on weight loss, and there are many descriptions of fasting in Taoist classics."
"When our human body is ineating, the body will automatically adjust to reduce energy consumption."
"Internal resources will be reallocated. At that time, blood pressure, blood sugar, growth hormone, etc., will all be completely adjusted."
"To a certain extent, this is the body's self-healing ability."
"The inedia therapy proposed by Mr. Qin is to restart the switches of various organs in the human body and restore life potential."
After hearing Su Yuanju's words, Mr. Qiao frowned.
He did not expect that Su Yuanju seemed to agree with Qin Fan's Bigu Therapy.
He said somewhat unhappily: "Do you also agree with Mr. Qin's method?"
Su Yuanju is naturally not afraid of Mr. Qiao.
When he was young, he could have given up Xihua Hospital for the truth, let alone now.
"Mr. Qiao, I am analyzing this possibility realistically."
"Since it is recorded in ancient books, why don't you believe it? Why don't you give it a try?"
Xue Zhi and Ding Tongji looked at each other and were about to object.
Su Yuanju sneered and struck preemptively.
"Dr. Xue, Dr. Ding, I want to ask you, where did your family medical skills come from?"
"Of course it is passed down from our ancestors."
Xue Zhi said.
"Then where did your ancestors learn their medical skills?"
"Of course it was taught by our ancestors or teachers."
"Haha, I would like to ask you two, are there any written records or medical records for the medical skills passed down by your ancestors?"
"Of course there is, otherwise how can we learn from it?"
Ding Tongji replied.
"That's right, those medical books and recorded medical records are at least decades or hundreds of years old."
"Could it be that since you haven't seen it with your own eyes, you completely deny its authenticity?"
Suddenly, Xue Zhi and Ding Tongji were speechless.
Su Yuanju's counterattack went straight to the point.
"This...this is completely two different things!"
Xue Zhi argued.
"Hahaha, it's really weird. It's all recorded by predecessors. Do you still want to recognize me?"
Qin Fei sarcastically said.
Xue Zhi and Ding Tongji both had pale faces and sat down angrily without saying a word.
At this moment, Charlie, who had been silent, stepped forward.
"Mr. Qin, Mr. Henry has something to ask you."
"Oh, please tell me."
Henry's spirit was a little sluggish, and his speech seemed a little laborious.
"Mr. Qin, how long does your inedia therapy take?"
Qin Fan smiled and said: "It's hard to say. It depends on your physical recovery. It may take a few months or a lifetime."
"However, by then you will have completely adapted to inedia and will not take the initiative to eat."
Immediately, he added, "This eating refers to whole grains, including meat and other foods."
Henry asked again: "What is the success rate?"
Qin Fan thought for a while, "With your current physical condition, if you add your will, you can barely reach 2%."
After a pause, he continued.
"The reason why the success rate is low is that most people do not believe in this kind of therapy, and subjectively they have sentenced themselves to death."
"So, the body can't survive it and can't activate one-click recovery."
"Mr. Henry, do you understand what I mean?"
"Well, I understand, Mr. Qin, please give me half an hour to think about it."
Henry forced a smile.
To be honest, Qin Fan felt that although Henry had a good background, he was very gentlemanly.
Charlie pushed Henry out of the conference room, and Mr. Qiao looked at the doctors in the room.
He followed with a solemn expression.
Back in the ward, Charlie and Mr. Joe helped the tired Henry lie down.
Mr. Qiao quickly persuaded: "Prince Henry, please think twice. Your status is noble and you cannot take this risk!"
"Yes, Prince Henry, the Taoist method of fasting is simply incredible, and the risks involved are unpredictable."
Charlie said too.
Henry waved his hands with great effort and showed an ugly forced smile.
"Is it okay for me to be like this now?
I think what Mr. Qin said is right."
"Perhaps this is the only way to defeat the disease despite death."
"Although the success rate is only 2%, I don't even have 1% now."
"I don't know if inedia therapy can be successful. In this current situation, I have no choice."
"Instead of waiting to die every day, I might as well give it a try!"
Charlie sighed in his heart, he could only hold Henry's hand and say nothing more.
When Henry is in this condition, without effective treatment, Henry will be completely unable to stand up before long.
Then it becomes difficult to even speak and communicate.
It's just that he can't believe how much of a commotion it will cause if the treatment fails.
"Mr. Qiao, I want to talk to Charlie alone for a while."
Henry said to Mr. Joe.
"Oh well."
Mr. Qiao quickly resigned.
He knew that Henry probably wanted to tell Charlie something.
I saw Mr. Qiao walking out of the ward and closing the door.
Henry said: "Charlie, I decided to try inedia therapy. Before I treat it, I have to explain something."
Charlie felt sad, Henry was planning to leave a will first.
Mr. Qiao was sitting on a chair outside the ward, his eyes twinkling.
He thought to himself: "Qin Fan, you dare to show off and disobey me. If Henry has any shortcomings, you will have to eat all the food."