"Nonsense, those are all legendary stories! Do you really want to give it a try?"
At this time, a voice interrupted Qin Fan.
A middle-aged man walked out of the CT room. He was burly and a little fat. He was Xue Maocai, the director of the hospital.
Because foreigners were involved in this traffic accident, he paid special attention to it.
"Dean Xue, this is Mr. Qin Fanqin, a foreign aid doctor at the Pneumonia Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine."
Ozawa Oriji quickly introduced Xue Maocai.
"Well, I've heard that medicine is about rigor, not trial. Doesn't Mr. Qin understand this?"
"Besides, when has Chinese medicine ever performed such a difficult surgical operation?"
Xue Maocai glanced at Qin Fan very unhappily.
I thought to myself: "A young Chinese medicine doctor who goes to a Western medicine hospital to ask for an amputation surgery is really doing what he does best, and he is not afraid of making people laugh."
Qin Fan didn't know Xue Maocai, but he guessed who he was from Ozawa Oriji's title.
He said with a smile: "Dean Xue, you are from China, you should know Hua Tuo, a famous doctor from the Eastern Han Dynasty to the Three Kingdoms period."
“As early as the third century AD, it was invented to allow patients to take Mafei Powder with alcohol as an anesthetic.”
"We then performed various surgical operations such as bone scraping to heal wounds, abdominal dissection and bowel cleansing..."
Xue Maocai sneered, waved his hand, and interrupted Qin Fan.
"Mr. Qin, what you are telling us are all stories that have been passed down. Who can prove whether there is Ma Fei San or not?"
"Now is the age of science and technology. We must believe in science. Since it is a story, it has no factual basis!"
Qin Fan glanced at the other party, still neither salty nor angry, nor angry.
"Okay, let me talk about it more recently. Traditional Chinese medicine's gold needle extraction technique is more than a thousand years earlier than Western medicine's cataract surgery. Does Dean Xue also think it is fake?"
Well, suddenly, Xue Maocai was speechless.
Even the founding father of China chose traditional Chinese medicine's golden needle extraction technique to undergo difficult eye surgery when he was in his seventies.
Qin Fan continued: "Dean Xue, whether it is Chinese medicine or Western medicine, as long as it is beneficial to the patient's recovery, it can be used to treat it."
"We have to respect the patient's wishes. Since you can't save the patient's calf, why not try Chinese medicine?"
"I admit that there are indeed many medical skills in traditional Chinese medicine that have not been passed down. Now they are only in books..."
Before Qin Fan could finish speaking, Xue Mao interrupted Qin Fan again.
He said coldly: "You know that you only see it in books, but you still make fun of the patient's life?"
"I will never allow you to do unreliable surgery by trying it out!"
Dr. Martin shook his head with disdain. Since he started practicing surgery, he has performed hundreds of operations.
I have accepted the knowledge of Western medicine since I was a child, but reject the roots and bark of Chinese medicine from the bottom of my heart.
I almost didn’t say that Chinese medicine is a witch doctor.
Milu, Samba and others were not clear about the Chinese allusions, so Xiaoya translated it truthfully for them.
"No, it's so ridiculous and terrible. How can trees be put into the human body!"
Huo Zun shouted loudly, "I don't want it, I don't want that kind of terrible treatment!"
Qin Fan didn't intend to continue talking to Xue Maocai.
Hearing Huo Zun's shouting, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't worry, if you ask me to do it for you, I won't even do it."
Huo Zun endured the pain, barely supported his body and said to Dr. Martin: "Doctor Martin, if I can't save it, I want to operate as soon as possible."
At this time, Ma Deshui woke up from the coma, and the intense pain caused sweat on his forehead.
"Old Ma! Just hold on, you'll be fine." Tian Meiru cried.
"Fangfei, think of a way to save your dad!"
She is now at a loss and doesn't know who to trust.
"This..." Ma Fangfei also didn't know what to choose.
Xue Maocai said: "Little girl, you have to think twice, a story is a story."
"It's just a kind of psychological sustenance. Don't delay the best treatment time just to save your leg."
He glanced at Qin Fan and decided in his heart that Qin Fan was a self-righteous guy.
A little Chinese doctor who knows a little bit about medicine pretends to know everything.
Nowadays, even orthopedic surgery uses willow wood to set bones.
He has seen this kind of thing too many times. Many patients believe in the so-called secret recipe passed down from their ancestors in order to save their legs.
In the end, I got infected, which was extremely painful and almost life-threatening.
Not only was it a waste of money, it was also very painful.
Qin Fan just smiled indifferently and said nothing.
If Ma Fangfei was not a staff member of the medical clinic, he would not come on his own initiative.
No doctor ever takes the initiative to treat people.
He has told Ma Fangfei that there is a way and the decision lies with Ma Fangfei.
Ma Fangfei was very hesitant.
She is a professional nurse herself and understands the various risks involved in surgery.
Yes, from the perspective of modern science, Western medicine is the most reliable, but it cannot save my father’s leg.
Qin Fan said that there was a way to save his father's leg, but it seemed like a fantasy and a fantasy.
However, based on Ma Fangfei's understanding of Qin Fan, she trusted Qin Fan in her heart.
Seeing that Ma Fangfei seemed hesitant, Xue Maocai made his words clear again.
"Little girl, I want to make one thing clear. The surgery is very complicated, and there are countless risks involved."
"If you want to try willow bone grafting, please go through the discharge procedures first."
"If anything happens, our hospital has no responsibility. We are a regular hospital, not a laboratory!"
He deliberately emphasized the word "laboratory" to remind Ma Fangfei.
Dr. Martin also had a trace of pride on his face.
I thought to myself: "It's really ridiculous. I don't believe that patients would choose willow bone grafting that has no basis at all."
Ma Fangfei thought for a few minutes and looked at Qin Fan's clear and calm eyes.
He opened his red lips lightly and said, "Mr. Qin, I am willing to give it a try."
Suddenly, Dr. Martin's smile froze, and Xue Maocai was briefly stunned by Ma Fangfei's decision.
Mi Lu and Huo Zun on the side were also petrified by Ma Fangfei's decision.
Ozawa Oriji seemed to have anticipated the outcome and was very calm.
Qin Fan immediately smiled and nodded, "Okay! You will be proud of your decision."
"Humph! You don't know what to do, you're stupid!" Xue Maocai shook his sleeves, turned around and left in anger.
"Foolish, foolish!"
Dr. Martin also shook his head and sighed, as if he had already seen the results of Made Shui.
Since the patient's family members chose Qin Fan's method, they have nothing to say.
"Okay, let's go back to the hospital." Qin Fan nodded.
"Mr. Qin, can I be your deputy?" Ozawa Oriji said quickly.
"Okay, I really need your help."
"Okay, let's go to the hospital for surgery now."
Ozawa Oriji and Ma Fangfei went through the discharge procedures first, and the family returned to the hospital.
On the way, Qin Fan and Xiaowen were driving along the river embankment. He remembered that there were many willow trees on the river embankment.
I searched all the way and didn't see any suitable willow branches.
"Sir, look below the river embankment." Xiaowen said.
Qin Fan looked over and saw several large willow trees under the river embankment. Because they grew near the water, they looked lush and green.
The two parked the car and came to the bottom of the river embankment.
Qin Fan smiled with satisfaction after finding a piece of willow wood that was as thick as a human bone.
In Bian Que Medical Clinic, Zhu Zhengyuan, Qu Wenxuan, and Liu Weiqi had already known what Qin Fan was going to do from Ozawa Zhi's mouth.
Their faces were equally surprised and incredulous.
They all know the allusion of willow bone setting, but have no clinical practice experience.
However, since Qin Fan wants to make willow bone grafting for Ma Deshui.
It must not be false. They are preparing to witness the oldest traditional Chinese medicine surgery in modern history with great anticipation.
Naturally, everyone was excited.
The record of willow bone setting is still recorded in Fu Qingzhu's "Golden Needle Saves the World".
In modern times, it has long been lost.
Seeing Qin Fan holding a piece of fresh willow wood in his hand, they all gathered around him.
Even Lao Hua, who was cleaning the house, was slightly moved and stopped what he was doing.
Qin Fan knew their thoughts and did not avoid them.
He wrote down the formula of Shi Qing Powder and a prescription and handed it to An Xiaoxing.
"An Xiaoxing, crush the azurite powder into powder and set aside. Boil the prescribed medicine into water and add natural copper to it, a small bowl at a time."
"Okay!" An Xiaoxing took the prescription and went to grab the medicine.
Qin Fan began to use Xiaowen's dagger to make willow bones.
First, peel off the skin of the willow wood and cut it into the shape of bones, and then drill the middle of the willow wood into the shape of a bone cavity.
After retouching it several times, I feel it is about the same size.
"Ozawa, you need to complete the patient's neurovascular damage."
"Leave the rest to me." Qin Fan said.
"Well, don't worry." Ozawa Oriji was eager to have this opportunity.
This is a close-up look at the secrets of bone-setting in traditional Chinese medicine.