Everyone originally focused on the middle-aged man.
After all, the other party is a professional doctor who has been practicing medicine for decades.
Here, everyone has pinned their hopes on him.
The middle-aged man's words were like issuing a death notice to everyone.
We are on a plane, there is no other better way, we can only place our hope on him. He says there is no hope, who can say anything.
But after all, this is a living life, and she is still so young and beautiful, so everyone can't help but sigh.
Du Qingchen sneered, and everyone remembered that there was a doctor here.
"Mr. Du."
Li Lu hurried over and said carefully: "Mr. Du, are you really a doctor?"
"I'm not."
Du Qingchen said calmly.
"Ah? Then you-" Li Lu didn't know what to say.
"Although I'm not a doctor, I do have some medical skills." Du Qingchen explained.
Then he looked at the middle-aged man and said: "I warned you just now, don't rush to treat people if you don't have that ability. With your little ability, you actually dare to treat people. I don't know how many times you could have done it."
The surviving patients will be sent away by you."
sweat……
He was shooting at a middle-aged man.
To be honest, Du Qingchen was not so mean, but he didn't know why, but he felt unhappy when he saw this middle-aged man.
Some people are born to be annoying for no reason.
You don't need a reason to hate someone.
The middle-aged man was stunned, his face turned red, he stared at Du Qingchen and said: "Who are you talking about? Who are you? Who are you to judge me?"
"Just because you can't save her life, I can."
Du Qingchen said calmly and took out a box of silver needles from his pocket.
"Acupuncture?"
The middle-aged man's eyes widened: "Are you a Chinese medicine doctor? Are you kidding? You can save her with just a few silver needles? You really think highly of yourself."
"You look down on Chinese medicine, right? Let's make a bet. If I can cure her, what do you think?" Du Qingchen sneered.
The middle-aged man has been a doctor for decades, and his medical skills are not that bad. He will never believe that Du Qingchen can save people with a few silver needles. He laughed and sneered: "As long as you can cure the disease
Her illness is all right if I kneel down and call you Grandpa, can you? Bragging! Young people, you must believe in science. The so-called acupuncture is all a lie. To treat the disease, you need Western medicine and advanced medical treatment.
Equipment and experience, so don’t try to impress others here.”
Xing'er couldn't listen anymore and frowned: "What you say is so strange. If you don't understand Chinese medicine, don't make such nonsense. Just because you don't know it doesn't necessarily mean there is no scientific basis. Besides, Chinese medicine has been passed down for thousands of years.
Western medicine has only been passed down for so many years. You are really ridiculous. As a Chinese, you just believe in Western medicine. You actually dare to slander Chinese medicine as a lie. Are you still from Xia? You are really shameful! Don't you feel ashamed?"
Her words resonated with most people present.
Maybe people don’t believe much in Chinese medicine. That’s because they think that the Chinese medicine of the Xia Kingdom was indeed superb in ancient times, but it was slowly not passed down later. But as people born in the Xia Kingdom, and hearing other people slandering Chinese medicine, they still
I couldn't help but feel unhappy.
Immediately, some people began to criticize the middle-aged man.
"That's it, how can you be so admiring and fawning over foreigners as a Xia native?"
"Traditional Chinese medicine is the national quintessence of our Xia Kingdom. As a doctor, it is really inappropriate for you to say such things."
"Western medicine and Chinese medicine each have their own characteristics. What you say is a bit excessive."
"The traditional Chinese medicine of our Xia country is still very great, but many of the superb medical skills have been lost. If you slander Chinese medicine like this, are you still a Xia country person?"
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The middle-aged man did not expect that his words would actually arouse public outrage.
His face turned redder and he said angrily: "Stop talking about this, don't you want to make a bet? What will happen if you lose?"
"I won't lose. If I lose, you can make any request to me." Du Qingchen said lightly.
"Okay, this is what you said. I won't say anything else. If you lose in a while, you will kneel down and say loudly ten times that Chinese medicine is a lie. Do you dare to bet?" The middle-aged man said excitedly.
road.
Du Qingchen said: "Okay, it's just for a while. Don't lie. Of course, you can't lie. There are so many people watching."
"I won't lie. You can treat it. If you don't treat it, people will die in a while. Don't say I wasted my time, huh."
The middle-aged man felt that he was sure to win.
He had checked the girl's illness, and although he didn't find out what the problem was, in this case, even if she was sent to the hospital now, her life would probably not be saved.
There is no ventilator, the heartbeat is about to stop, there is no pacemaker, and there is no adrenaline, how can you cure the person with just a few silver needles?
Are you kidding? Do you think this is a movie?
There were several bodyguards beside the girl. The tall man who just spoke looked at Du Qingchen warily and asked: "Are you really able to cure her?"
"Won't you know it soon?"
Du Qingchen was ready to take action.
But this tall man stopped him again.
"What do you mean?" Du Qingchen was startled.
"I am the bodyguard she hired. I must ensure her life safety. Do you have a medical qualification certificate?"
"No."
"Then how do you treat it? If someone loses his life, whose responsibility is it? You have to think carefully about whether you can bear this responsibility."
The tall man reminded.
Du Qingchen narrowed his eyes, stared at the tall man for a while, and said: "I will bear all the responsibilities. If you don't let me treat her, she may really be hopeless. Do you want her to die?"
Before the bodyguard could speak, the surrounding crew members and the passengers in the first class began to persuade him.
Regardless of whether Du Qingchen can do it or not, we must give him a chance.
Human life is at stake. Even if Du Qingchen is a boaster, he still has to try. At this point, he can only treat a dead horse as a living horse.
"Do you also want to cause public outrage?"
Du Qingchen said with a strange look in his eyes.
"Okay, you can cure it. If it can't be cured, you will be in big trouble."
After the bodyguard finished speaking, he finally gave way.
Du Qingchen ignored him and squatted down. Without looking at the girl's symptoms, he waved his hand and dropped a silver needle, inserting it into the girl's chest.
Then, Du Qingchen's fingers grasped the silver needle at his heart and gently rotated it.
The girl's body trembled slightly, and more black blood flowed from her mouth and nose.