Hearing this, the expressions of Zhang Jiuling and others changed drastically.
Although tuberculosis is not cancer, it is no different from cancer in its advanced stages. Both are incurable diseases.
"Isn't Xu Liu cheating? Who can cure late-stage tuberculosis well?"
"Seeing that Ye Qiu is about to aspire to be the Medical Saint, isn't Xu Liu doing this intentionally to prevent Ye Qiu from becoming a Medical Saint?"
"This is really unreasonable! Xu Laogou, what do you want?"
Nie Xueliang pointed at Xu Liu and shouted: "If you don't make it clear today, we old guys won't be able to spare you!"
"Xu Liu, are you jealous of Ye Qiu, so you deliberately created a terminally ill patient for Ye Qiu to treat?" Li Chunfeng asked.
Zhang Jiuling said calmly: "Old Xu, what do you mean?"
Xu Liu said: "I did this for Ye Qiu's good."
Bullshit!
The audience in the audience yelled.
"You ask Dr. Ye to treat a terminally ill patient, and you keep saying it's for Dr. Ye's benefit. How shameless are you?"
"This old guy is so shameless."
"I think he is comparable to Lee Chung-hee."
"I didn't expect that the leader of the four great masters of traditional Chinese medicine would be such a despicable person. It is really a disgrace to traditional Chinese medicine!"
"..."
Some people even threw water bottles directly on the stage.
Ye Qiu dodged and stood in front of Xu Liu.
"Everyone, please be quiet."
Ye Qiu comforted everyone and said: "Senior Xu is a master of Chinese medicine, and he will definitely not deliberately embarrass me."
"Senior Xu said it was for my own good, and it must be for my own good."
"Everyone, please be patient and listen to a few words from Senior Xu."
Ye Qiu also wanted to see what Xu Liu was thinking?
Xu Liu pointed at Zhang Jiuling and others and said: "Look at you old guys, Ye Qiu is dozens of years younger than you, but he is more powerful than each of you. You have really lived in vain all these years."
"If I were you, I would crash to death here right now."
"The heart of a villain measures the heart of a gentleman."
Xu Liu mocked the other three masters of traditional Chinese medicine in front of everyone, showing no mercy at all.
Zhang Jiuling and others looked ugly.
Xu Liu then said to Ye Qiu: "Xiaoye, you are a medical genius, very good."
"But, you also have your shortcomings."
"You are too young and have too little qualifications. It will be difficult for you to become a medical saint just like this."
"After all, in the past three hundred years of Chinese medicine, there has never been a medical sage."
"If you want to stand at the pinnacle of traditional Chinese medicine and see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance, you must do things that ordinary people can't do."
"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight."
"I know that late-stage tuberculosis is no different from cancer. They are both terminal diseases. Under normal circumstances, there is only one way to die."
"But Ye Qiu, I have high hopes for you."
"I have seen the competition between you and Li Zhengxi. I know that you have mastered many lost medical skills. I hope you can create a miracle."
"A miracle in the history of human medicine!"
"If you cure a terminal illness, then you will be a veritable medical saint and you will gain the respect of many people."
"Because a Chinese medicine practitioner who can treat terminal illnesses is definitely a great Chinese medicine practitioner!"
"Only a great Chinese medicine practitioner can lead all Chinese medicine practitioners in the world to revive the glory of Chinese medicine."
"Xiaoye, do you understand what I mean?"
Ye Qiu nodded slightly.
He understood what Xu Liu meant, which was to show his absolute strength in front of everyone and aspire to be the Medical Saint.
In this way, even if he is young and inexperienced, no one will stand up to oppose him.
Only in this way can all the Chinese medicine practitioners in the world follow his lead and obey his orders.
Li Chunfeng said: "Xu Liu, I don't deny that your heart is good, but we can't cure terminal illnesses, so how can Ye Qiu do it?"
"Just because we can't do it, it doesn't mean that Ye Qiu can't do it." Xu Liudao: "I believe in Ye Qiu."
Nie Xueliang snorted coldly: "What use do you believe?"
"I also believe in Ye Qiu." Zhang Jiuling suddenly said.
Nie Xueliang was stunned: "Lao Zhang, you..."
"I believe Ye Qiu can create miracles." Zhang Jiuling said loudly.
At that moment, he suddenly remembered Ye Qiu's renewal of General Bai's life.
Ye Qiu can defy the odds and prolong his life, so maybe he can also cure terminal illnesses.
"Ye Qiu, do you want to treat this patient?" Li Chunfeng said: "If you give up, no one will laugh at you. After all, we can't cure terminal diseases."
Ye Qiu shook his head and said, "I don't want to give up."
"I am a doctor, and I can never give up at any time."
"If I give up, what I give up is a living life."
After Ye Qiu finished speaking, he looked at the patient carefully.
The patient was in his fifties. Because he was in the late stage of tuberculosis, he looked very thin, as skinny as a piece of dry wood.
He looks very bad.
The hair is like dry grass, without any luster.
"What's your name?" Ye Qiu asked softly.
"Yang, Yang Dawei." The patient said weakly.
Ye Qiu asked the staff to move a chair to the stage and said, "Mr. Yang, please sit down."
"Thank you." Yang Dawei sat down on the chair, looking very calm.
Ye Qiu noticed this detail and asked: "Mr. Yang, late-stage tuberculosis is a terminal disease, do you know that?"
"Yeah." Yang Dawei hummed.
"Then are you afraid of death?"
"Not afraid."
"Why?"
"I have a terminal illness that cannot be cured, so fearing death is useless." Yang Dawei said, "Doctor, I'm not afraid of your jokes. In fact, during this period, I wanted to commit suicide."
"First of all, the treatment is very painful. Every time I go to the hospital, I feel like life is worse than death. Secondly, my disease is just like cancer and it is too expensive."
"If the treatment continues, my son will sell his house."
"My son graduated from a prestigious university and works for a listed group with an annual salary of more than 300,000 yuan. He finally bought a house in the city and paid a down payment, and his life is pretty good."
"But in order to treat me, he spent all his savings and borrowed a lot of foreign debt. If he continued to treat me, he would have to sell the house."
"My son is very filial and wants to treat me even if he wants to sell iron. But my disease cannot be cured at all. If he continues to be treated like this, he will lose his family, and I will only be able to survive for a while, which is meaningless."
"I really don't want to drag him down anymore, I want to die."
When Yang Dawei said this, he started crying.
The atmosphere at the scene was a bit heavy.
Ye Qiu felt very sad.
As a doctor, he knew very well that Yang Dawei's thoughts were actually the same as those of most terminally ill patients, that is, it would be better to die early if he could not be cured.
In this case, you don't have to drag down your family, otherwise in the end you will lose both your life and money.
At this moment, a strong desire suddenly appeared in Ye Qiu's heart, that is, to cure Yang Dawei.
