He listened to reports from several experts, including Western medicine and Chinese medicine.
The meaning is always ambiguous, and none of it is certain.
Because whether it is Western medicine or traditional Chinese medicine, the current emergency measures are not very effective.
No one is willing or dares to take risks and responsibilities, so the only choice is to let the biggest leader, Zeng Yunle, make the decision.
Zeng Yunle was under greater pressure.
Mr. Zhao is critically ill. Zeng Yunle has received dozens of calls from the capital today. They are all calls from Mr. Zhao's old subordinates asking about the situation.
There are also relatives and disciples of Mr. Zhao who are coming from the capital.
Therefore, Zeng Yunle did not dare to be careless at all.
Every decision he makes is related to Mr. Zhao's life and death, and may even affect his future.
As Secretary Guan of Haizhou City, he is also under a lot of pressure. He absolutely does not want Mr. Zhao to have problems on Haizhou territory.
Otherwise, he would not take the risk to invite Qin Fan.
As an observer, Qin Fan actually got a rough idea.
Mr. Zhao can no longer measure his blood pressure, cannot feel his pulse, has difficulty breathing, and has a very weak heartbeat.
Western medicine considers it to be heart failure, also known as heart failure, which means that the pumping function of the heart is impaired.
In traditional Chinese medicine, there is no term for heart failure, but this symptom falls into the category of palpitations, palpitations, asthma, and edema.
Taking chemical drugs and performing heart surgery are the main treatments of Western medicine.
But at the age of 81, Mr. Zhao is literally a candle in the wind and may pass away at any time.
How to do heart surgery?
Therefore, this is Zeng Yunle's biggest headache.
But a large group of experts in front of him actually handed over the decision-making power to him.
At this time, Zeng Yunle looked up and saw Secretary Guan of the Municipal Party Committee and nodded slightly.
Secretary Guan quickly asked for instructions, "Secretary Zeng, I invited Mr. Qin from Bian Que Medical Clinic. Can Mr. Qin also diagnose Mr. Zhao?"
After hearing Secretary Guan's words, all the doctors and experts in the room looked at Qin Fan, all of them showing surprise.
Many of them have heard of Qin Fan's name, but this is related to the chief's health, so how can it be trivial.
Haizhou has a population of nearly 10 million. Who knows if its reputation is exaggerated?
In fact, it is normal to have such doubts.
But more of it is still the words "from the people" that are causing trouble.
In this ancient country, China is very particular about qualifications, no matter what industry it is.
The doctors and experts here have a natural sense of superiority, and they represent orthodoxy.
Only those who have qualifications and origins are called qualifications, and folk Chinese medicine is just a wild way.
It's just that they don't know that Qin Fan has long been a master of Chinese medicine. He has also treated Mr. Zhang and is a real folk doctor.
As Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee, Zeng Yunle, his knowledge is naturally not as shallow as these office-based doctors and experts.
"Oh..." Then he looked at Qin Fan.
"Hello, Secretary Zeng!" Qin Fan smiled and nodded.
Zeng Yunle nodded slightly, he had also heard of Qin Fan's name.
But seeing is believing. Qin Fan's calmness and calmness alone made Zeng Yunle think highly of him.
But his face won't show it.
Instead, he asked Qin Fan, "Mr. Qin, you just listened for a while and you probably know the situation. I wonder if you are sure?"
Qin Fan smiled.
"Secretary Zeng, please forgive me for not being able to give you an accurate answer because I haven't seen the patient and I dare not draw any conclusions."
As soon as his words came out, the atmosphere in the living room seemed to be a little more solemn.
Zeng Yunle's secretary even frowned slightly. He always only spoke in accordance with the leader's wishes. How could anyone be as bold as Qin Fan?
Many doctors and experts are even more unhappy.
Qin Fan's words sounded in their ears, and they questioned all the previous diagnosis results.
Could it be that so many experts are wrong?
If there were not two secretaries there, there would probably be dissatisfaction on the spot.
In fact, it was still their misunderstanding. Qin Fan was just telling the truth as he said, "Thousands of people travel thousands of miles."
Zeng Yunle had no expression on his face, nodded and said: "Well, then please ask Mr. Qin to show Mr. Zhao a look."
His secretary came over and whispered: "Mr. Qin, please come with me."
Qin Fan nodded and followed the secretary towards the bedroom on the first floor.
"Mr. Qin, please change your clothes." The secretary handed Qin Fan a sterile white coat.
"Okay, thank you."
"You're welcome, my surname is Liang."
The two of them put on sterile white coats and then gently opened the door to the bedroom.
This has become an ICU ward, and the room is filled with the sound of various instruments.
Two full-time nurses watched the data changes on the screen intently.
Qin Fan looked at the old man on the bed. He was completely different from the old Zhao he saw on the TV news many years ago.
He had silver hair and a pale face. If the instrument didn't show that he still had a heartbeat, he would almost look like a dead person.
Qin Fan touched Mr. Zhao's limbs, which were as cold as ice. He felt for a pulse and found that there was indeed no pulse.
"Have your blood pressure been measured?" Qin Fan asked in a low voice.
"I can't measure it. I just measured it twenty minutes ago." The nurse said in a low voice.
Qin Fan looked at Mr. Zhao with his heavenly eyes, and decisively touched Mr. Zhao's heart with his hand.
I immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a little warm in my heart.
He stood up and signaled to Secretary Liang that it was okay, and the two returned to the living room.
Zeng Yunle did not speak, and others did not dare to speak out at will. A group of doctors and experts all looked like they did not dare to breathe.
After seeing Qin Fan's diagnosis completed, Zeng Yunle stopped thinking and waited for Qin Fan's results.
"Secretary Zeng, the patient can still be saved!" Qin Fan said firmly.
Zeng Yunle immediately became energetic. This was the most inspiring sentence he heard today.
Sitting in his position, all I hear every day are words that make him happy and flattering.
Hearing what Qin Fan said, the other doctors and experts couldn't help but be slightly startled.
They know better than anyone how serious Mr. Zhao's situation is now.
When Qin Fan said there was hope, he meant that he could be cured, instead of hanging on to his life like he is now.
"Mr. Qin, tell me about your diagnosis and treatment methods?" Zeng Yunle nodded slightly.
Qin Fan nodded.
"Many of the people present are seniors in the medical field. I will talk about my ideas from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine and communicate with you."
He did not use the word instruction, but communication.
That means he is very confident in his own treatment methods and ideas.
There was a hint of appreciation in Zeng Yunle's eyes.
The Qin Fan in front of him was neither arrogant nor impetuous, neither humble nor overbearing, and he had his own opinions.
Qin Fan said: "We won't talk too much about the theory. Every minute of delay puts the patient in danger for a minute."
"I'll prescribe a prescription for everyone to take a look at."
He sat down and picked up a pen to write down a prescription.
The prescription is the classic Sini plus ginseng soup, which is composed of aconite, dried ginger, licorice, Korean ginseng, and cornus officinale.
After he finished writing it, he did not give it to doctors and experts, but to Zeng Yunle.
"Secretary Zeng, please take a look."
In fact, how could Zeng Yunle know anything about Chinese medicine? It was just that he was sitting here and Qin Fan asked such a question.
However, this shows that Qin Fan respects him very much.
Zeng Yunle admired the young man in front of him more and more, and his eyes began to smile a little.
Secretary Liang, who was very observant, couldn't help but be secretly surprised.
He has been with Zeng Yunle for many years, and it is rare for him to see someone with such a temper towards Secretary Zeng.