Huo Zun, Milu, Xiaoya, Meimei, and Samba were all collectively petrified when they saw the people walking out of the CT room.
Who could it be if it wasn't Ma Deshui?!
Although he seems a little slower with a cane, he walks naturally and normally.
Their eyes all looked at Ma Deshui's right calf.
Huo Zun's hand involuntarily touched his empty calf.
"How's it going? Dean Xue!"
"Yes, Dean Xue, Doctor Martin." Many doctors who wanted to know the results asked at the same time.
But Dean Xue Maocai and Dr. Martin are like eggplants beaten by frost.
Xue Maocai handed the photos and examination results to Ozawa Oriji.
When Ozawa Oriji saw it, he immediately showed a faint smile.
When he saw that there was only one short line above the examination conclusion, he read it out.
"The bone density of the lower leg is poor, the tissue gaps are uneven, the bone density value is lower than the normal range, and there is obvious osteoporosis."
It turned out that President Xue Maocai and Dr. Martin were dejected because of this conclusion.
Many doctors present were also shocked and dumbfounded by the examination results.
This means that the willow wood has been completely calcified in Madeshui and has become part of the human skeleton.
As for osteoporosis, it already exists at Ma Deshui's age.
Several doctors didn't believe it and even personally opened the legs of Ma Deshui's pants and touched it with their hands.
"It's so perfect, so much better than amputation!"
"That's for sure. Installing a prosthetic limb is always fake. It's a disability. You will have to rely on a wheelchair for life."
There were people all around who were amazed. The fact was before their eyes, and they couldn't help but not believe it.
But these words were like a knife stabbing Huo Zun, more like slaps hitting Huo Zun and Milu's faces one after another.
At this moment, Huo Zun collapsed.
He chose amputation without hesitation and begged Dr. Martin to amputate it as soon as possible.
When he thought about having to live with a prosthetic limb and sit in a wheelchair from now on, Huo Zun felt his heart suffocate, his throat felt sweet, and his whole body trembled.
He screamed miserably, "How could this happen?"
Then, his eyes went black and he collapsed in the wheelchair and fainted again.
In modern society, the clinical practice of using willow wood to set bones was the first successful case.
It was quickly published in major domestic media in the form of medical records.
In the article, Xue Maocai explained the follow-up and examination results from the perspective of Western medicine.
One stone stirs up a thousand waves.
In Japan's Dongying Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd.
There was a middle-aged man standing in front of the window, looking at Mount Fuji in the distance. Although it was summer, the top of the mountain was still covered with snow.
A briefing sheet is placed on the large desk.
There is a title: China's ancient willow bone graft reappears in the world.
"President, this willow bone setting is the oldest bone setting operation in China." The young man behind the middle-aged man bowed and said, "I didn't expect this legend to be true."
This middle-aged man is the person in charge of the Ozawa family, Masao Ozawa, the president of Dongying Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd.
At the same time, he is also the father of Ozawa Oriji.
"Well, among the five thousand years of civilization history of the Huaxia Kingdom, of the four ancient civilizations, only the Huaxia has been able to survive."
"The Chinese culture you see in your eyes is just the tip of the iceberg."
Masao Ozawa turned around and walked to his seat in a few steps.
He continued: "They have a long history and far-reaching influence, but it's a pity that the Chinese people are guarding the Jinshan Mountain and don't know it."
"Xiao Liuzhuo, you book a flight for tomorrow, I'm going to China."
"President, do you want to notify Zhi Er?" asked a young man named Xiao Liuzhuo.
"Don't let him know for the time being. I will accompany Ito-kun to the capital to discuss cooperation, and then transfer to Haizhou."
Across the ocean, New York, USA.
The aging Walter Raphael once again saw the report transferred from the British Royal Family.
That is the information related to willow bone graft compiled by Dr. Martin.
His brows tightened, almost frowning.
He vaguely felt that the name Qin Fan was very familiar, and it took him a long time to remember that he was the man who cured brain tumors with walnut juice and eggs.
"It's this witch doctor again, Qin Fan!" he thought in his mind.
This time he had to believe that Martin had collected everything comprehensively, including not only the examination records after the car accident, but also the films taken after the recovery.
He pressed the button on the table.
A blonde girl walked in. She was Walter Raphael's assistant.
Joan Joyce.
"Teacher, what's the matter?"
"Go to the affiliated hospital to find some patients who need amputations and conduct this experiment."
"Analyze what causes willow wood to calcify."
"Yes!" Joan Joyce turned around and left.
Willow wood calcifies and turns into human bones, just like a myth.
Completely subverting the Western conventional understanding of osteosynthetic medicine.
Not only will the patient not have his limbs amputated, but it will also not affect his ability to take care of himself.
It is a hundred times better than driving in steel nails and installing prosthetic limbs.
And the price is very low. This impact can be imagined, which makes the Western capital market that dominates medicine feel very uncomfortable.
Among them, including those behind the scenes, asked Walter Raphael to study the secret and countermeasures.
An old courtyard house in Beijing.
Jiang Cheng took the kettle and watered the flower pots one after another.
"Old man, the results are out. The willow wood has completely calcified and become part of the human skeleton."
"The examination concluded that the patient only had osteoporosis."
"Hmm~" Jiang Cheng seemed to have expected the result and just hummed.
"Old man..." Chen Tu hesitated as if he wanted to say something.
"Xiao Chen, if you have anything to say, just say it."
"Old man, why do you have to go around a corner and ask Mr. Li to recommend the young master to the Zhang family?"
Jiang Cheng glanced at Chen Tu and continued to water the flowers.
"You are confused, I don't know Xiaofan at all! I have never met Xiaofan either!"
Well, Chen Tu suddenly woke up.
Indeed, Jiang Cheng had never seen Qin Fan before.
He smiled and said: "Hey, I forgot, is it okay to do this?"
"What's wrong with it? It's not recommended by me. I don't know anything."
Jiang Cheng dropped a word and said nothing more.
Chen Tu was speechless. Once the old man refused to admit his debt, there was really nothing he could do.
However, Chen Tu became worried, this family was not an ordinary Zhang family.
As a master of traditional Chinese medicine, Jiang Cheng feels that it is very difficult. Can the young master do it?
What's more, the Zhang family invited the country's top traditional Chinese medicine doctors for consultation this time.
Among them are Fang Xuelin, president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, and Xiao Jie from the Xiao family.
, Lu Dan and Jiang Shiwen from the Lu family, and Wang Xirong from the Wang family.
Chen Tu couldn't figure out why the old man Jiang Cheng arranged it like this. It undoubtedly pushed Qin Fan to the forefront.
The four major families clearly regard Qin Fan as a stumbling block.
If Qin Fan shows up in the capital, he will inevitably become the target of public criticism and face many crises.
At the same time, Qin Fan received a call from Mr. Li, asking him to go to his home.
He put down what he was doing and drove to Mr. Li's residence.
The temperature in early summer slowly rises.
It was quiet all around, except for the cicadas who were shouting tirelessly in the woods.
"Pingping, Anan, look who's coming."
In a blink of an eye, both children were able to walk and were having a great time.
Hearing what their mother Li Jingrou said, Pingping and Anan both stopped moving.
The two recognized Qin Fan and called out crisply, "Uncle Xiaofan."
Then he continued to play with himself.
Qin Fan comes here often and almost watches the child grow up, so the child is no stranger to him.
He knelt down and played with the two children who were playing by themselves.
"Sister Jingrou, where is Grandpa Li?"
"Waiting for you in the room, go quickly!" Li Jingrou said with a smile.
"Well, I'll go meet you then."
Qin Fan walked to the door and knocked gently, and Mr. Li's voice came from inside.
He pushed the door open and saw Mr. Li practicing calligraphy on his desk.
Seeing it was Qin Fan, Mr. Li put down his brush and said, "Xiao Fan, come in quickly."
"Haha, Grandpa Li, what are you writing?"
"Hey, just write something random. You know I don't have much education. When I write, I just draw peach charms."
Qin Fan was secretly amused. In Mr. Li's time, people who could read only learned a little bit after joining the army.
After I retired and had nothing to do, I started practicing calligraphy to cultivate my character.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it was a ghost who drew the peach charms.
"It doesn't matter. Learning calligraphy can help you concentrate and keep your mind steady, calming your mind and calming your thoughts."
"It's very good for your old body." Qin Fan said with a smile.
"That's right, I'm not a calligrapher." Mr. Li laughed.
"Xiaofan, please sit down quickly. Do you want something cold or hot?"
He picked up the cup and wanted to pour water for Qin Fan.
Qin Fan quickly took it and said, "Grandpa Li, I'd better do it by myself. I'm not a guest."
"You keep coming over to me, what's the matter with you?"
Mr. Li poured hot water on himself and then sat down.
"Xiaofan, do you know the Zhang family in Beijing?" Mr. Li started to get to the point.
"Grandpa Li, there are so many people named Zhang in the capital, how do I know which Zhang family I belong to?"
"Who else do you think of the Zhang family that I can remember?" Mr. Li glanced at Qin Fan.
Indeed, with Mr. Li's identity, it is definitely not the ordinary Zhang family that he can remember.