Chapter 292 I don't know if you want to give it a try
"Not yet, a doctor came in just now." Tian Meiru said.
"Did the police look at the scene and take notes?"
"We've all been here before. It was caused by them running a red light." Tian Meiru said.
At this time, the CT room opened and the unconscious Ma Deshui was pushed out.
Tian Meiru quickly stepped forward, and a young doctor came out.
"Doctor, how is my husband's condition?" Tian Meiru asked anxiously.
The young doctor looked up and suddenly saw Ma Fangfei.
"Nurse Ma, why is it you?"
Ma Fangfei then noticed that the doctor was Ozawa Oriji, a friend of Qin Fan.
"Mr. Ozawa, he is my father, how is his injury?"
Ozawa Oriji thought for a while and answered truthfully.
"Nurse Ma, judging from the X-ray, it's not very optimistic. Due to the heavy external force, the calf suffered a comminuted fracture."
"ah…"
Ma Fangfei's mind immediately went blank. She is a professional nurse, so she naturally understands what a comminuted fracture means.
The so-called comminuted fracture means that when the fracture occurs, the force received is relatively large, resulting in the broken end of the fracture being comminuted.
Moreover, the number of fracture fragments at the fracture end exceeds three.
She suppressed the grief in her heart and asked unwillingly: "Is there any chance of healing?"
Ozawa Oriji glanced at Ma Fangfei and handed her the film and examination report in his hand.
Ma Fangfei took it and looked at it, and immediately covered her mouth.
An open comminuted fracture of the lower right calf combined with rupture of blood vessels, nerves and muscles.
"Nurse Ma, even if he barely heals, may leave serious sequelae or functional impairment."
"Mr. Ozawa, you mean...possible amputation?" Ma Fangfei asked, forcing herself to calm down.
Ozawa Oriji nodded sympathetically.
"No, Fangfei, we must find a way to save your father's legs. He is only in his fifties." Tian Meiru started crying.
At this moment, Huo Zun came out of CT Room 2.
A doctor also came out, and Milu and the others rushed to greet him.
"Doctor Martin, how are you?"
Martin is a British foreign doctor and a hospital surgeon.
He shrugged and raised his eyebrows, looking very regretful.
"Severe comminuted fractures, neurovascular damage, muscle rupture, and amputation is the only option."
When Miru heard this, he stamped his feet fiercely, "Doctor Martin, can you think of a way to save his legs?"
"No, it's not about finding a way, it's simply impossible." Martin said bluntly.
"Fuck! It was you who harmed Huo Zun!" Mi Lu, with blood-red eyes, pointed at Tian Meiru and cursed.
"What do you want to do? You ran a red light and caused a traffic accident, and you blame us!"
Ma Fangfei was in grief, and when she saw that the other party was still so rude, she was furious.
"Who told your tricycle to go by then? If you don't go, nothing will happen." Xiaoya said arrogantly and unreasonably.
"Even when they saw our car approaching, they didn't even give in." Meimei also supported her.
Ma Fangfei was almost driven crazy. This was the first time she saw such a righteous and unreasonable person.
"You are not mistaken, the light was green at that time and you were the one who ran the red light."
Ozawa Oriji frowned slightly and glanced at Xiaoya and Meimei impatiently.
"Stop arguing. The traffic police will divide the responsibilities for the accident. Now you all think about it and make a decision as soon as possible."
"With every minute of delay, the patient's suffering increases."
Ma Fangfei didn't say anything anymore. She sat there and said nothing. Her father was the mainstay of the family.
If it were to be amputated, it would be completely over.
"What should I do? What should I do?" Her mind was in chaos.
She suddenly thought of Pu Chengshuang's injury last time and what Qin Fan said.
With the idea of giving it a try, I called Qin Fan for consultation.
"Mr. Qin..."
"Ma Fangfei, I'm on the second floor of the People's Hospital. Oh, I saw you."
Ma Fangfei hung up the phone, looked up, and saw Qin Fan and Xiaowen coming from the elevator entrance.
After she left, Qin Fan thought that Ozawa Oriji was at the People's Hospital, so he came over specifically to check on the situation.
If possible, let Ozawa Oriji help Ma Fangfei.
When Miru and Samba saw Qin Fan appear, they felt a little frightened and did not dare to babble.
Qin Fan glanced over and saw Milu and Samba's group.
"Mr. Qin, why are you here?" Ozawa Oriji asked happily when he saw Qin Fan.
"I'll come over and take a look. How about it? Is it serious?"
"Well, that's bad."
Qin Fan opened Ma Deshui's trousers and saw that his calf was severely congested and swollen like an inflated balloon.
He glanced at it and immediately knew what the condition of that leg was.
Qin Fan looked at Mi Lu and the others and the black man Huo Zun lying on the bed, and couldn't help but frown.
I thought to myself: "It can't be such a coincidence."
At this time, Milu leaned over and spoke to Huo Zun in the language of their country.
Huo Zun endured the pain and raised his head to look at Qin Fan, his eyes full of rebelliousness.
Although Qin Fan couldn't understand the African language, he could roughly guess what the two were talking about from the other person's eyes.
At this time, Ma Fangfei told Qin Fan about the car accident.
Qin Fan glanced at Huo Zun coldly, thinking that such a pitiful man must be hateful.
He has no sympathy for such self-righteous people.
He glanced at the CT scan and comforted the crying Tian Meiru and the anxious Ma Fangfei.
"Don't worry, it's not as serious as you think."
It's not serious yet, amputation is almost a foregone conclusion, but now some people say it's not as serious as imagined.
"Ozawa, who is this?" Martin on the side asked curiously.
"Doctor Martin, this is Mr. Qin from Bianque Medical Clinic." Ozawa Oriji introduced.
Later, he introduced Dr. Martin to Qin Fan.
Martin raised his eyebrows, "Traditional Chinese medicine?"
"Yes, Mr. Qin is an authentic Chinese medicine doctor."
When Martin heard that it was a Chinese medicine doctor, he did not hide the disdain in his eyes and shook his head.
"Haha, since Mr. Qin is a doctor, can't he see that the injury is serious and it is impossible to save the calf?"
"That's not necessarily the case." Qin Fan said quietly.
He glanced at Martin, who had blond hair, and naturally understood what the other man was thinking.
"Hahaha, Mr. Qin said there is no need for amputation at all?" Martin asked again.
"Amputation? Who said amputation is necessary?" Qin Fan said.
"Mr. Qin, for this kind of open comminuted fracture, do you have a better solution without amputation?" Martin asked again.
"Of course, Chinese medicine has mastered the art of bone setting thousands of years ago."
Martin was startled at first, and then a trace of ridicule appeared on his face.
"I have learned about your traditional Chinese medicine, and there are stories about willow bone grafting, Zhuyou bone grafting, etc."
He sarcastically said: "You don't really think that's true, do you?"
"Yes, it's all true." Qin Fan said calmly.
For an instant, Martin's smile froze, and a few seconds later a trace of sarcasm appeared on his lips.
"It's really ridiculous. If there were really willow bone grafting, Chinese medicine would have become the pinnacle of medicine in the world."
"Why do we need our Western orthopedics department to do this?"
"It's true. If you use wood to set bones, isn't it too backward?"
Yes, what Dr. Martin said is absolutely correct. Surgery is the strength of Western medicine, with a full set of treatment methods and equipment.
If traditional Chinese medicine could use simple willow wood bone grafting to cure comminuted fractures, Western orthopedics and prosthetic limb manufacturers would all go to the streets to beg for money.
Qin Fan ignored this guy. When Chinese medicine doctors and Western medicine doctors come together, they often quarrel before they can say more than three sentences.
Western medicine claims to be omnipotent and has very fine divisions, but Chinese medicine is different, it is very macroscopic, and Chinese medicine is a general practitioner.
Ozawa Oriji was somewhat hopeful. From his understanding of Qin Fan, he felt that Qin Fan was not the kind to talk casually.
That shows that this ancient unique skill of traditional Chinese medicine really exists. Yes, it is a unique skill.
Ozawa Oriji's heart started to beat. It was the oldest and most profound operation in traditional Chinese medicine.
"Mr. Qin, do you really have any idea?" Ma Fangfei asked uncertainly.
Qin Fan nodded affirmatively, "This is the only way to save your father's leg."
He pondered for a moment and then said: "But I don't know if you are willing to give it a try."