When Zhao Wangtian saw this, there was a hint of secret joy in his eyes.
The staff left quickly.
Zhao Wangtian strode excitedly to the patient's side. Just as he was taking his pulse, the voice of Yu Rongchuan, the head of the National Medical Palace, came from above his head.
"Mr. Zhao, Xiaoyou Ye, listen to me first."
Ye Feng was about to examine the sick body, but when he heard Yu Rongchuan's voice, he simply stopped.
A trace of doubt flashed in Zhao Wangtian's eyes.
The other four doctors also faced the judges' table, with surprise on their faces. They seemed not to understand why the head of the National Medical Palace spoke at this time.
The judges' seat was originally the seat closest to the operating room, and the operating room was entirely made of glass. Therefore, as soon as Zhao Wangtian turned his head, he was immediately face to face with Yu Rongchuan and others.
I don't know if it's his imagination.
Zhao Wangtian only felt that Yu Rongchuan's eyes on him were full of profound meaning.
His heart trembled unconsciously, and he subconsciously felt guilty.
Yu Rongchuan looked at Zhao Wangtian, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, and he said quietly.
"Due to colleagues' keen interest in operating rooms one and two, additional assistants have been specially assigned to the two operating rooms. The images of other operating rooms will not appear on the big screen. If there is any objection to the results, the judges' bench will call for monitoring.
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"The road to medicine is long and full of obstacles. It is not easy to get to this point. Please two of you... take care of yourself!"
Yu Rongchuan said, and two medicine boys from the National Medical University were immediately taken to operating rooms one and two.
Qin Pinzhang, president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, couldn't help but asked curiously: "President Yu, are you sending an additional medicine boy temporarily? This rule has never been followed in previous conferences."
Not to mention Qin Pinzhang and other people who were not from the National Medical Office, even Sun Guozhong, the head of the National Medical Office, looked confused.
"Master of the Palace..."
Sun Guozhong thought about what Yu Rongchuan had asked him by chance just now, and he was even more confused.
He can guarantee that the decision to send additional medicine boys must have been made by Yu Rongchuan at short notice.
Otherwise, he should have gotten wind of it long ago.
"...or is it that the Palace Master's decision is aimed at Zhao Wangtian?"
Sun Guozhong thought about Yu Rongchuan's last beating just now and said hesitantly.
"You are right, I did this just because I wanted Zhao Wangtian to cherish his feathers."
Yu Rongchuan had just thought of several rumors he had heard before about taking Phantom Grass.
According to legend, after the phantom grass forcibly generates spiritual energy, it is enough to wait until the spiritual energy dissipates naturally.
Once you start using this spiritual energy, the spiritual energy will be consumed very quickly. During this period, the host body will not be aware of this at all.
When the true energy is used up, what is consumed is the spiritual energy that has not yet been converted into true energy.
But when the spiritual energy is exhausted, the lost energy must be replaced with vitality.
Is Zhao Wangtian a monk?
no.
So when there is no more energy left in his body, it is the time of death.
Although this is just a legend, and Zhao Wangtian has made trouble for Ye Xiaoyou several times.
But as the head of the National Medical Palace, Yu Rongchuan still didn't want to see any of the famous figures in the Yan Kingdom's medical field fall.
At this moment, Yu Rongchuan said silently in his heart: Zhao Wangtian... I hope you can wake up in time!
The National Medical Office has a strict recruitment policy. Even if there is only a small medicine boy in the office, they are all young students with extraordinary talents and profound medical attainments.
After the two medicine boys entered the operating room, they stood quietly aside, waiting for Ye Feng and Zhao Wangtian's instructions.
Operating room two.
Ye Feng glanced at the bun-faced medicine boy, became happy, and said casually.
"Now that you're here, don't be idle. Come and help me record my condition."
The bun-faced medicine boy heard his master mention Ye Feng's name early in the morning. Although he tried his best to appear indifferent, the way he peeked at Ye Feng from time to time had already betrayed his mood.
Seeing Ye Feng speak at this time, the bun-faced medicine boy walked up quickly, grabbed a pen and paper, and asked curiously.
"Doctor Ye, isn't this a case of disease and body pulse?"
Ye Feng glanced at the name tag the bun-faced medicine boy had on his clothes, and immediately grinned.
Pack small bags.
Hey.
It turns out that he not only looks like Baozi, but also his surname is Baozi.
Ye Feng said with a smile: "Xiao Bao, as a doctor, you must be responsible for the patient on the operating bed at all times. You cannot rely on the machine. You know your patient better than the machine. Do you understand?"
In fact, he probably guessed Yu Rongchuan's purpose of temporarily sending the medicine boy, which was probably to warn Zhao Wangtian.
But it's a pity.
Ye Feng had warned him a long time ago, but looking at Zhao Wangtian's behavior, it was clear that he didn't take what he said to heart.
He opened his eyes and carefully examined the condition of the sick body from top to bottom.
He said while checking.
"The patient is a female, aged 50 to 55 years old, suffering from acute lymphoblastic leukemia. According to initial examination, she has been treated for four years. She had a bone marrow transplant seven months ago and developed rejection and infection."
Ye Feng said, his face gradually becoming serious.
"...suffering from blood in the stool, gastrointestinal bleeding, bronchopneumonia, sepsis, secondary hypertension...a total of twenty complications."
Ye Feng's voice spread out from the venue, and the whole place fell into silence!
Everyone watched helplessly as the medical record of Patient No. 2 was displayed on the screen.
Every time Ye Feng mentioned a disease, he could immediately match it with the records in the medical record.
Later he even named several illnesses that had not been detected!
Bao Xiaobao was also dumbfounded and couldn't help but stop writing.
So amazing!
Simply amazing!
Ye Feng just looked at the patient lightly, how could he examine the patient in such detail!
After Ye Feng finished speaking, he noticed Bao Xiaobao's stunned eyes and felt annoyed.
"Why don't you write it quickly?"
"Ah? Oh!" Bao Xiaobao quickly wrote out the last two symptoms.
On the other side, operating room number one.
Ever since Yu Rongchuan said those words, Zhao Wangtian couldn't help but feel flustered.
He was also a spirit-like person, and he had long noticed that something was wrong with Yu Rongchuan's eyes when he looked at him.
And Ye Feng!
Just before entering the operating room, Ye Feng said that he was about to die?
What the hell is going on?
Is what they say true or false?
Have Yu Rongchuan and Ye Feng seen that he has taken the magic grass?
Could it be that... the Phantom Grass really has any irreversible disadvantages?
Seeing that Zhao Wangtian was silent for a long time, the medicine boy in operating room No. 1 took the initiative to remind him.
"Divine Doctor Zhao...Divine Doctor Zhao?"
Zhao Wangtian shuddered and his heart sank subconsciously.
Never mind.
Anyway, he has taken the magic grass, and there is no turning back!
He didn't believe it. Could this phantom grass still kill him?
At most it’s a small price to pay!
As long as he can step into the ranks of cultivation, he, Zhao Wangtian, can afford the mere price!
After all, he has already experienced the feeling of being full of spiritual energy as a 'monk', and you want him to go back to being an ordinary person?
He doesn't agree!
Zhao Wangtian glanced at Ye Feng bitterly. Seeing that Ye Feng had already checked the patient's body, he simply refused to read the medical record.
Instead, he directly stretched out his hand to feel the pulse, secretly releasing a ray of spiritual energy into the patient's body.
Since Zhao Wangtian had never practiced cultivation, he just took the magic grass to induce spiritual energy.
Therefore, he has a lot of spiritual energy in his body, but he doesn't know how to use it at all.
Unskilled in his movements, Zhao Wangtian tried and fumbled several times before he could get lucky, wasting a lot of spiritual energy.
During this period, Zhao Wangtian's voice sounded from time to time, and the medicine boy quickly recorded it.
Everyone on the field heard Zhao Wangtian's voice and quickly burst into applause.
"No wonder Dr. Zhao said that his medical skills broke through the bottleneck yesterday. Looking at it today, it turns out that the progress has been significant!"
"We should let Ye Feng see that we old guys haven't lived in vain all these years."
"It's time to teach him a lesson, otherwise he would really think that his medical skills are invincible!"
