Qin Luo said nothing, walked over, stretched out his hand, and put it on the patient's wrist.
Then he squinted his eyes slightly and began to diagnose the patient's pulse.
Seeing Qin Luo not saying a word, the patient's family members felt even colder in their hearts.
"This is not a world-class expert at all, but a little Chinese doctor who is so ordinary that he cannot be an ordinary doctor!"
Qin Luo naturally sees the emotional changes of the patient's family members clearly.
However, he didn't care, but devoted himself wholeheartedly to diagnosing the pulse. After diagnosing the pulse, Qin Luo strode towards the seat where the Japanese delegation was sitting.
Bei Daokong's beautiful eyes were staring at Qin Luo.
Unexpectedly, Qin Luo abandoned the patient and walked towards her. Bei Daokong's heart suddenly jumped.
Qin Luo came to Bei Daokong and suddenly said with a smile:
"Dr. Bei Dao, I remember that you are good at using long needles. I wonder if you can lend me your one-foot-long needle."
"Long needle!? Of course."
Bei Daokong was stunned for a moment, but he still responded. He took out a slender one-foot-long needle from the needle bag he carried with him and handed it to Qin Luo.
"Thank you." Qin Luo smiled slightly, took the long needle, and turned back to the ALS patient.
However, Bei Daokong did not sit down immediately. Instead, he took the needle bag and followed Qin Luo to the field.
Qin Luo turned around and saw her. "What are you?"
"Qin Luo, let me help you." Bei Daokong said hurriedly.
"Okay then." Qin Luo hesitated and nodded. It was not easy to reject a woman repeatedly in public.
When Bei Daokong saw that Qin Luo didn't drive him away, he was immediately happy. He followed Qin Luo obediently to help him.
"Young man, how many years have you had this disease?" Qin Luo began to chat with the patient in the wheelchair.
"More than three years." Although the patient young man could not move, his words did not show any negative meaning of dissatisfaction. After listening to Qin Luo's words, he said simply,
"In the past three years, the disease has become more and more serious. I used to be able to move my left hand, but now I can't move it anywhere. I am a disabled person now. If my mother hadn't given up on me, I would have died long ago.
"
The young man could not move, but his eyes were fixed on his mother, his eyes full of gratitude and apology.
When the young man's mother heard what he said, her eyes suddenly turned red. Thinking of what her son and she had suffered in the past three years, her heart felt like a knife.
"Young man, although you are seriously ill, you are not pessimistic and despairing. You are still thinking about your family. It can be seen that you are not only a filial person, but also a determined person. I feel a little more confident."
Qin Luo nodded and said.
"Doctor, just go ahead and treat it. If it is cured, God will not accept me. If it is not cured, it is my fate. No matter what the result is, I believe in you."
The young man said, with a kind of free and easy look at everything.
Hearing the conversation between the two, the audience at the scene was actually a little moved.
I prayed secretly in my heart that this cheerful young man must be saved. Once this young man is saved, his future will be limitless.
Qin Luo nodded, raised the foot-long needle in his hand, aimed it at the young man's Baihui point, and prepared to inject the needle.
"Hey, what are you going to do? You're not going to stick such a long needle into my son's head, are you?"
When the young man's mother saw Qin Luo's posture, she was so frightened that she immediately screamed out and rushed in front of her son, protecting her son fiercely.
"That's right, Auntie, please get out of the way first. If you don't use acupuncture, how can you treat the disease?" Qin Luo said.
"With such a long needle, it's okay to stick it into the head. Isn't it life-threatening? If it's not cured, we won't cure it."
The young man's mother shook her head and said, tears falling from her eyes.
Many of the people present saw such a long silver needle for the first time. When Qin Luo said that the needle was going to be inserted into the patient's head, they all started talking in surprise.
"Oh my god, such a long needle, if it were stuck in that bag, it wouldn't kill someone, right?"
"Yeah, it scares me just looking at it. It just sticks into the head so casually without using any instruments. It will definitely kill someone!"
"Isn't this Chinese doctor too brave?"
Seeing that Qin Luo was about to insert the silver needle into the patient's head, even the foreign experts stood up.
"Doctor Huaxia, stop your dangerous behavior immediately!"
"Yes, Doctor Huaxia, you are ignoring the safety of your patients. You are irresponsible. You are not worthy of being a doctor!"
Qin Luo frowned and was about to speak, when Dean Lin Weiyu stood up.
"Experts and patients' families, you can rest assured that there will never be any problems with Dr. Qin's medical skills.
Although his behavior seems dangerous, he is a doctor, and he will not joke with the patient's life or his own future if he is not sure, so everyone please trust Dr. Qin."
After listening to Lin Weiyu's words, everyone felt that there was some truth in it. However, the patient's mother did not listen to Lin Weiyu's words at all, and still firmly protected her son.
"Mom, just let the doctor give the injection." At this time, the young man in the wheelchair said.
"No, I don't. Didn't you see how long the needle is? If you have three long and two short, mom will not be able to live." The young man's mother shouted.
"Mom, look at me, your son."
The young man's mother raised her head.
The young man continued: "Mom, have you seen that there is no difference between your son and me as a dead person?
If the doctor gives me the injection, I might still have a chance of survival. If I don't give it, I won't even have a chance.
Are you just going to watch me die in pain?" The young man said very loudly, and many people who heard it were moved.
"Bah, bah, bah, son, what nonsense are you talking about? Come on, bah, bah, bah." The young man's mother burst into tears when she heard her son's words.
"Son, don't say stupid things. Isn't it okay for Mom to listen to you? Mom listens to you." The mother covered her mouth and moved away from the wheelchair.
Everyone at the scene let out a heavy sigh when they saw this scene.
This is family love.
This is maternal love!
At this moment, many doctors present felt a sense of responsibility and a strong sense of responsibility that doctors should have.
However, no matter how strong this sense of responsibility is, it will not help, because what is before everyone is ALS, one of the five major terminal diseases in the world!
"Alas!" Thinking of this, professionals from all over the world couldn't help but sigh.