Although Yuan Longsheng couldn't understand what Yang Haoran was talking about, he could hear its dangerous meaning and was frightened for a while.
"Mr. Yang, I don't understand what you are saying. I just want to know if there is a way to solve it?"
Yang Haoran frowned, sniffed the air, and frowned involuntarily.
"The feeling of death is so strong! It seems that someone has already died. The cracking process can be slowed down a bit. It's more important to save people. Take me to the hospital."
Yuan Longsheng nodded quickly. When he investigated Yang Haoran's background, Yuan Longsheng already knew that Yang Haoran had superb medical skills.
Maybe he really has a way to cure diseases and save people.
Twenty minutes later, the group had arrived at the isolation ward of Fanyang First Hospital.
Because the company's employees have a special condition and it is not confirmed whether they are contagious, so out of caution, the hospital adopts isolation treatment.
Hearing that a doctor had arrived, the deputy director of the hospital rushed over with several treating experts.
"Hello, Mr. Yuan, I heard that you invited a famous doctor. I wonder which master it is?"
Yuan Longsheng turned and pointed at Yang Haoran: "This is Mr. Yang Haoran."
The vice president and several experts simultaneously focused on Yang Haoran, and their initial excitement suddenly turned into disappointment.
What kind of famous doctor could such a casually dressed young man be?
Moreover, the name Yang Haoran is very unfamiliar to everyone. They have never heard of this name.
It must be that Yuan Long was sick and rushed to the doctor, so he was deceived, right?
But it’s not easy to say this kind of thing in person.
Vice President Wang Qinqin asked somewhat condescendingly: "I heard that Mr. Yang is a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. Who did Mr. Yang study under? Where does he work now?"
Yuan Longsheng was a human being, so he naturally heard the contempt in Wang Qinqin's words.
He quickly interrupted and said: "You must know Mr. Xingzhu, Mr. Yang and Mr. Xingzhu have a close relationship."
Wang Qinqin was slightly surprised: "Are you a disciple of Xingzhu?"
Yang Haoran sneered: "You're contrary to what I said. I did teach Xingzhu some medical skills, but he is not my disciple."
Yang Haoran's words immediately aroused dissatisfaction among Wang Qinqin and others, who all looked at Yang Haoran angrily.
"What a loud tone. I didn't want to expose you for Mr. Yuan's sake, but you insist on humiliating yourself!
What kind of status does Mr. Xingzhu have that he actually wants you to teach him medical skills? Don’t you even make a draft of your big words?"
Yang Haoran chuckled: "That's the truth, believe it or not, it's up to you. I'm here to save people, not to argue with you.
Take me to the ward and let me see the patient's condition first."
Wang Qinqin sneered: "We had a consultation with experts and used the most advanced instruments, but none of them came up with any diagnosis.
You just plan to look with your naked eyes, what can you see? I advise you not to waste our time."
Yang Haoran was not angry and spread his hands towards Yuan Longsheng.
"You see, you can't blame me for this. These arrogant guys don't trust me, and there's nothing I can do about it!"
Yuan Longsheng became impatient: "Dean Wang, I believe Mr. Yang, take us to the ward now."
Wang Qinqin could reject Yang Haoran, but he had no reason to reject Yuan Longsheng.
I could only reluctantly ask a nurse to bring two sets of protective clothing and put them on for Yuan Longsheng and Yang Haoran.
While the two were wearing protective clothing, Wang Qinqin made sarcastic comments.
"Let me state in advance that this disease may be highly contagious. You can enter the ward at your own risk!" Gourmet novel.
Yang Haoran sneered: "You are so professional and powerful. Why don't you cure a patient?
Don't think that having advanced machines means you are a good doctor. Compared to the essence of Chinese medicine, your instruments are nothing?"
"you……"
Wang Qinqin was shaking with anger, but was unable to refute.
Indeed, from the beginning, they were unable to cure any patient.
The only thing that worked was to delay the patient's death.
“Even if our medical skills are mediocre, we are still more reliable than some swindlers.
Since you said you have the ability to teach Mr. Xingzhu medical skills, let’s see what you have to say?”
Yang Haoran was noncommittal, too lazy to talk to such a person.
The group of people entered the ward one after another. They entered the general ward, not the intensive care unit.
Even ordinary patients are in a semi-conscious state, and even if so many people enter the ward, there is no reaction at all.
Wang Qinqin stood beside the hospital bed and said coldly: "This is just an ordinary patient with mild symptoms. Can you tell me what plan you have?"
Several experts were even more dissatisfied. They had been studying for nearly half a month without any results. What problem could this young man see?
Yang Haoran ignored Wang Qinqin's sarcasm, walked to the bedside, lifted the patient's quilt and took a look.
He couldn't help but frown, as the patient had multiple ulcers on his body and exuded an extremely unpleasant rancid smell.
I pressed a few times on the patient's body, but there was no reaction at all. He looked like a living dead.
Yuan Longsheng stood nervously behind Yang Haoran. Although he knew that hope was slim, he still hoped for a miracle.
Wang Qinqin and others watched with cold eyes and sneered at Yang Haoran.
If the cause of the disease could be seen with the naked eye, experts like them wouldn't have to mess around.
"How is it? Mr. Yang, can you see the cause of the disease?"
Wang Qinqin said angrily, with a playful look on his face.
Yang Haoran straightened his body with a serious look on his face.
"You don't deserve to be a doctor! Doctors have a parent-like heart, and their first priority is to cure the patient's illness, not to argue about the pros and cons!
It doesn’t matter to me whether you believe it or not, but this attitude makes me very disappointed. You don’t deserve the title of doctor!”
Wang Qinqin's face turned the color of pig liver, and his whole body was shaking.
"Then you must be a qualified doctor. Why don't you tell me what kind of disease this is?"
Yang Haoran snorted coldly: "Evil gas enters the body and the meridians are blocked, causing the entire internal circulatory system to be destroyed. In the past, this disease was called rotten ghost sore."
Wang Qinqin was stunned for a moment, then an expert behind him stood up.
"Are you saying it is? What proof can you provide? Do you have all kinds of data? Don't think you know a little about Chinese medicine and just show it to deceive!"
"Data? This is the saddest thing about Western medicine. Only machines need data, and we are dealing with people. We must look at the whole, not the so-called data.
I don’t need to prove anything to you, but I can cure this disease.”
There was silence in the ward, and Yuan Longsheng seemed particularly excited.
"Mr. Yang, can you really cure this strange disease?"
Wang Qinqin on the other side was anxious.
"Mr. Yuan, please don't be fooled. I think he is just talking nonsense!"