"There are no sequelae. I can walk and run just like normal people, but I can't do heavy work."
"After all, it's not a native skeleton, understand?" Qin Fan said.
"um. Thank you."
In comparison, if it is true as Qin Fan said, it will not be visible from the appearance and will not affect life.
This is infinitely better than amputation and installing a prosthetic limb.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Ozawa Oriji said goodbye.
"Mr. Qin, then I will go back to the hospital."
"Well, okay, thank you Ozawa."
"Hey, let's not be too polite between us." Ozawa Oriji waved his hands and showed a bright smile like the sun.
Looking at the back of Ozawa Oriji leaving.
Zhu Zhengyuan stroked his beard and said: "Mr. Ozawa is still very good. I feel that there are still good people among the ordinary people in Japan."
Everyone couldn't help but laugh and nodded one after another.
In fact, the identity of Japanese people is very sensitive in China.
If you want to truly become friends with Qin Fan, Zhu Zhengyuan and the others, you have to put in much more effort than other foreigners.
However, Ozawa Oriji met Qin Fan for the first time in Hong Kong. Step by step, time and time again, he walked into Qin Fan's field of vision intentionally or unintentionally.
It was unexpectedly recognized by everyone.
There is both his thoughtful contact and his sincere side, as well as the different influences of Leng Shuangning and Ozawa Masao.
It was like there was an invisible hand in the dark, influencing him all the time.
But he is still a man of contradictions, but this fierce confrontation has not yet come.
Ma Fangfei’s parents settled in the medical center for treatment.
The next day, Ozawa Oriji took time to come over and check on Ma Deshui.
He closely observed the physical changes of Ma Deshui, and from the actual data analysis, there was no rejection.
My mental outlook is actually better than yesterday.
He chatted with Qin Fan for a while and then returned to the hospital office from the clinic.
Before I could sit down and take a sip of water, there was a knock on the office door.
It turned out to be Dean Xue Maocai and Dr. Martin.
Seeing the two people arriving, Ozawa Oriji immediately understood what they wanted to do.
When Ma Deshui was discharged from the hospital, Ozawa Oriji greeted Xue Maocai.
Sure enough, Xue Maocai asked straight to the point: "Mr. Ozawa, did Qin Fan really use willow wood to set bones?"
Ozawa Oriji nodded, indicating his acquiescence.
"Nonsense! It's simply ridiculous!" Xue Maocai was so angry that he walked back and forth.
He is a senior expert in Western medicine. After Qin Fan proposed willow bone grafting, he himself verified a lot of information.
There is no clinical experience at all, and it makes no sense based on scientific basis.
"God, how is this possible?" Martin was so surprised that he crossed himself on his chest.
"Mr. Ozawa, don't stop him. This is a human being, not an animal. If it causes widespread infection, it will be life-threatening."
"Dean Xue, Doctor Martin, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it."
"But in fact, the patient is currently in stable condition," Ozawa said.
"How is that possible? Even if you kill me, I won't believe it!" Xue Maocai almost collapsed.
Ozawa Oriji did not explain. He took out the data from today's examination and handed it to Xue Maocai and Dr. Martin.
The two of them took a look at the inspection data suspiciously, and their eyes could no longer hide the turmoil in their hearts.
Although this preliminary examination data is only blood pressure, heart rate, temperature and the patient's dictation.
But more than thirty hours after the operation, Madeshui did not show any abnormal reaction, which has proved to be a miracle.
"It's incredible. I want to go and see it myself." Xue Maocai said.
He completely forgot that it was he who asked the patient to be discharged from the hospital first before doing willow bone grafting.
Seeing Xue Maocai hurriedly walking out of the office, Dr. Martin put down the examination data in his hands and hurriedly followed.
Ozawa Oriji smiled and said nothing.
He sat down and began to record Ma Deshui's examination data and his experience after participating in the operation.
He knew very well how much impact this willow bone grafting would have on the medical world once it was successful.
Today, Pu Chengshuang finally recovered, and Qin Fan agreed that he could go back to work.
After seeing off Pu Chengshuang, Qin Fan's phone on the table rang.
He opened it and saw that it was Li Caiwei calling.
"Caiwei, what's the matter?"
"Brother Qin Fan, please make arrangements for the medical clinic. We will go to Hong Kong after the May Day holiday."
"So fast?" Qin Fan felt that there was simply not enough time.
Unknowingly, it was May, and Qin Fan also remembered that Zhou Yulan's birthday was coming soon.
"What time do you leave?"
"It's not confirmed yet. Let me tell you in advance that Yulan will come to Haizhou to meet us."
"Okay, I'm sure I'll give you a call." Qin Fan said.
His original plan was to return to Linhai this week, but now it seems that there is no need to go back.
I talked to Zhou Yulan on WeChat, but the latter didn't say anything.
While they were chatting, An Xiaoxing's voice came from outside.
"Mr. Qin, someone is looking for you!"
Qin Fan walked out of the office and saw Dean Xue Maocai and Dr. Martin.
The two of them were in a hurry and looked around as soon as they entered the hospital.
As the saying goes, if you have nothing to do without going to the Three Treasures Palace, Qin Fan immediately guessed what the two people wanted to do.
Secretly thinking: "Maybe I heard Ozawa say that seeing is believing."
"Dean Xue, Doctor Martin, what brought you to my small medical clinic?" Qin Fan asked with a smile.
He deliberately did not mention Made Water.
Xue Maocai looked around but did not see Ma Deshui.
The main reason was that he didn't expect Bian Que Medical Clinic to be much larger than he imagined, almost equivalent to a small health clinic.
"Mr. Qin, where is that patient? He is the patient who came to you from the hospital." Xue Maocai said.
When Qin Fan heard this, he immediately felt happy and deliberately coughed twice.
"Dean Xue, the patient has gone through the discharge procedures and is now a patient of Bian Que Medical Center."
"What do you want to do? A visit or an inspection?"
Well, Xue Maocai suddenly turned a little red and felt embarrassed.
He just wanted to come and see what was going on, and didn't even think about the excuse for coming.
It stands to reason that once the patient has gone through the discharge procedures, the hospital does not have any doctor-patient relationship with Ma Deshui.
If it's a visit, it doesn't seem to be relevant. If it's an inspection, it doesn't have any rights.
Dr. Martin's nose was still twitching slightly because the air in the Chinese medicine clinic was filled with the smell of herbs.
"Mr. Qin, I just want to come over and take a look for myself." Xue Maocai said sarcastically.
"Oh, that's it. Dean Xue, Doctor Martin, please come this way!"
Qin Fan only felt funny in his heart. This was a typical worry about gains and losses.
Surgery is the strong point of Western medicine, but suddenly Chinese medicine came up with a willow bone graft.
As a senior expert in Western medicine, the taste in my heart must be full of all five flavors.
Bring Xue Maocai and Martin to the ward.
"Can I check it?" Dr. Martin asked Qin Fan for his opinion.
"Okay, please!"
Martin opened Ma Deshui's trousers and saw his calf which was still splinted.
The swelling has basically subsided, and due to the short time, nothing can be seen for the time being.
The two asked Ma Deshui how he felt.
Their body temperature was also measured, and their heart rate and blood pressure were observed.
It has been more than 30 hours since the surgery. If there is rejection infection, the patient will have a low fever.
But in fact, as Ozawa said, everything is normal.
But that is fresh willow wood, a plant!
After the two people checked and asked, they didn't say anything, they just looked at each other.
Shaking his head, he said goodbye to Qin Fan with a puzzled expression.
"Dean Xue, Doctor Martin, you are welcome to come for check-ups frequently." Qin Fan said.
Xue Maocai and Martin almost stumbled. Qin Fan wanted to treat them as free inspections.
However, the two of them really planned to follow up and check.
Modern Western medicine is so advanced, and all the treatments with data and systematic methods cannot save the patient's legs.
Huo Zun's lower leg was amputated, and the only permanent solution was to install a prosthetic leg and sit in a wheelchair.
On the contrary, Qin Fan used the backward technology of traditional Chinese medicine to realize the patient's requirements.
I have to say, this slap in the face with facts really hurts!
Although the willow bone setting technique has not been publicized with much fanfare.
But it is still known to many caring people.
In an old courtyard house in Beijing.
Jiang Cheng leaned on crutches with both hands and sat on a wicker chair, listening attentively to Chen Tu's narration.
"Willow bone grafting?" Jiang Cheng's expression changed slightly.
"Yes, it is said that the patient's condition is stable now and there is no rejection reaction."
"The art of willow bone setting has returned to China." Jiang Cheng was slightly excited.
After he finished speaking, he sighed deeply.
"Old man, are you unhappy?" Chen Tu noticed Jiang Cheng's mood swings.
"It's not that I'm unhappy, but that I'm worried. If a tree is as beautiful as a tree in the forest, the wind will destroy it!"
Jiang Cheng's eyes are profound, and the problems he thinks of must be long-term.
Yes, although Chinese medicine cannot be promoted systematically like Western medicine.
But everyone knows that the willow bone setting technique is enough to shake the voice of Western medicine in certain fields.
"Old man, you don't have to worry. The young master is very smart, and good people have their own destiny."
"Well, you continue to pay attention to know the patient's final healing results."
Jiang Cheng didn't say anything, and he didn't know how many eyes were watching in the dark.