Wei Junzhi nodded towards the nurse. He was already responsible for those critically ill patients. To put it more bluntly, before Ye Wutian took office, Wei Junzhi had already taken office and was already devoted to the responsibilities of consultant Ye's assistant.
"Consultant Ye, what do you think?" Wei Junzhi turned to look at Ye Wutian, waiting for Ye Wutian's answer.
"Go and have a look." Ye Wutian stood up.
Wu Qunsheng also stood up. Once those seriously ill patients are in critical condition, the situation will be very difficult, and it may cost a life.
As a doctor, it is his bounden duty to save people, and Wu Qunsheng has always done a good job in this regard. However, when faced with many conditions, he was unable to do anything, and in the end he could only watch the patient die.
The three of them hurried to the eleventh floor. The patient in bed No. 89 was an American woman with advanced liver cancer.
Since the other party has undergone chemotherapy several times in the United States, his current situation is not very good. Not only is he thin, but from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, the other party has no essence, energy, or spirit. His eyes are empty, and his energy is like a gossamer.
, her face was pale, and her hair fell out after several rounds of chemotherapy.
Ye Wutian stepped forward to check the other party, picked up the inspection report and read it for a while, then pinched the other party's wrist.
This matter is not about Ye Wutian alone, it is not about a simple doctor, but a contest between Chinese medicine and Western medicine. Even more broadly, this is a contest between countries. Countless eyes will be looking at this.
Looking at Dongcheng, looking at Ye Wutian, in a sense, Ye Wutian no longer represents himself, but represents Dongcheng, China, and Chinese medicine.
Success or failure depends on this! So many patients come to Dongcheng and come to Ye Wutian, but what about him? Will he disappoint these patients? Will he bring shame to traditional Chinese medicine? All of this, the world is looking forward to
Waiting for a miracle to happen.
"How is the situation?" Neither Wei Junzhi nor Wu Qunsheng can do anything for such a severe patient. In a situation like this, from the perspective of Western medicine, the only option is to provide chemotherapy for the patient. As for life and death, it all depends on the patient's courage and luck. Many of them
Things are simply out of control.
Ye Wutian released his wrist, turned around and said: "The situation is not good. Judging from the current situation, the patient cannot support it for much longer. Many organs in the body are infected, which is quite difficult."
Wu Qunsheng is also a doctor himself, so he can naturally see how critical the patient's situation is. He doesn't want to get off to a bad start, but the patient in front of him undoubtedly tells him that it is not easy to handle.
"Is there any way?"
Ye Wutian did not answer immediately, but lowered his head and remained silent, his mind spinning very fast as he thought of a solution.
At this time, several people, including the dean, also hurried over. This battle was not only important to Ye Wutian, but also important to Dongcheng People's Hospital, so the dean did not dare to be careless.
"Mr. Wu, Consultant Ye, how is the situation?" Dean Li Chunwan asked.
Wu Qunsheng shook his head slightly, "The situation is not optimistic." After speaking, he pointed towards Ye Wutian: "We are thinking of a solution."
Li Chunwan wanted to ask Ye Wutian, but when he saw Ye Wutian's pensive look, he held back and just turned around to order the two doctor assistants behind him.
Ye Wutian, who had been deep in thought for several minutes, finally came to his senses and found the dean beside him. He quickly said hello. He had a good impression of Li Chunwan. He was a person who devoted himself to medical skills. This kind of person,
They are usually worthy of respect.
"Dean Li, you are here." Ye Wutian said.
"Consultant Ye, you're welcome. Work is urgent. How is the patient's condition?"
Ye Wutian replied: "No, I want to ask, if we use Western medicine methods to perform chemotherapy, how sure is it?"
No one understood the intention of Ye Wutian's words, but those present were all elites. The patient's condition was not optimistic, and he could not bear the pain caused by chemotherapy. There was only a 10% chance at most, maybe not even a 10% chance.
.
This conclusion was not drawn from random guesses. The patient had already undergone chemotherapy several times in the United States, but the results were not very satisfactory. It was precisely because of this that he traveled thousands of miles to come to Dongcheng.
"Give this to the patient. It will dissolve when it comes into contact with water." Ye Wutian took out a pill and handed it to the nurse, then wrote out a prescription, "Immediately have someone get the medicine."
Wei Junzhi quickly followed Ye Wutian's request. At this time, his assistant was very conscientious.
"Prepare another nurse, one with stronger strength." As he spoke, Ye Wutian had already walked to the bed and pressed down on the patient named Ruth himself.
In the dark, Ye Wutian was circulating Xuanyuan Qi. The patient was so weak that a gust of wind could blow her to death, so what he had to do now was to restore some of the patient's vitality.
"I'll do it and you watch. If you don't understand anything, just ask." Ye Wutian said to the female nurse.
The other party nodded, and then carefully observed Ye Wutian's techniques.
Ye Wutian started very slowly, hoping that the nurse could get started quickly. For the sake of these patients, Ye Wutian no longer had to worry about so much, so he used his unknown technique in the hope that it would be useful to the patients.
While pressing and explaining to the nurse, and cooperating with the movement of Xuanyuan Qi, Ye Wutian soon started sweating on his forehead. The patient's condition was quite critical, so he did not dare to relax or be careless.
Ye Wutian's idea is to teach the nurse this technique and ask her to massage the patient twice a day for half an hour each time. This can revitalize the patient's muscles, promote blood circulation, and increase the elimination of toxins.
Emissions, of course, without the cooperation of Xuanyuan Zhenqi, the effect will naturally be greatly reduced.
After ten minutes of explanation, the nurse understood six points. Ye Wutian was already very satisfied with this, thinking that the nurse still had a certain level of understanding.
The pills were fed to the patient along with water. What made everyone happy was that the patient's pale face was obviously much rosier than ten minutes ago. This was a welcome change, although everyone didn't know what the pills were.
The effect is still that of massage, or it can be said to be both.
Ruth, who had regained some of her energy, showed a grateful expression to Ye Wutian. Upon seeing this, Dean Li quickly asked Ye Wutian how he felt.
After a conversation, Dean Li said to Ye Wutian with a smile on his face: "Consultant Ye, the patient said that she felt in good spirits and that she hadn't felt so comfortable in a long time."
Ye Wutian knew why. It was because the refreshing pill had an effect, and the massage just now relieved her pain, so the other party felt comfortable.
"Mr. Ye, thank you." Ruth suddenly said this sentence in her stiff Chinese.
Ye Wutian and everyone were stunned. They didn't expect that the other party could speak Chinese. Although it was very substandard, it moved everyone very much. Everyone could feel the sincerity from the other party.
Ye Wutian nodded slightly to the other party and said, "Have a good rest."
"Can I be saved?" the other party said another sentence in Chinese.
Ye Wutian smiled: "Ms. Ruth, do you believe me?"
The other party nodded, "I believe it."
"Since you believe in me, it's easy. Do as I ask. I promise you that I will do my best to heal you. The premise is that you cooperate with me. Can you do it?"
"able."
"Okay, then let's make it a deal." Ye Wutian smiled and said: "Now, it will be good for you to have a good rest and maintain an optimistic attitude."
About an hour later, Wei Junzhi personally walked in with a bowl of medicine. After asking Ye Wutian what he meant, Wei Junzhi rejected the nurse's kindness and personally fed the medicine to the patient to drink. He was very careful and gentle throughout the process.
For Wei Junzhi, this is a good opportunity to perform. How could he miss it? Apart from the fact that the dean is here, the more important thing is that Ye Wutian is still here. This is very important. Now he needs to win over Ye
I have a good impression of Wu Tian, so I did this.
"Dean, there is a reporter from Dongcheng TV outside who wants to interview." Dean Li's assistant whispered.
"Interview?" Dean Li was startled, "Why do you need to do an interview all of a sudden?"
"They said today is Advisor Ye's first day on the job and they wanted to conduct an interview."
Hearing this, Ye Wutian was stunned. After making a fuss for a long time, it turned out that those reporters were coming for him. However, how could the reporters know that it was only his first day in office today? In order to avoid reporters, he did not tell anyone.
He said he took office today, but reporters still knew about it. This is a very interesting question.
"I will not accept any interviews." Ye Wutian said, "Dean, I will leave this matter to you. I really have no experience in dealing with reporters."
"Haha, okay, since Consultant Ye doesn't like it, let me deal with it. Besides, I guess the reporter will ask about the patient. What should I say then?"
Ye Wutian thought for a while and replied: "Achieve the expected goal."
Dean Li nodded and thought to himself, how can he not deal with reporters? He is simply an individual, not to mention his status as Ye Wutian, how can he not deal with reporters? That is all a lie.
A sentence of "achieving the expected goal" is enough to whet the appetite of the world, and this sentence has a lot of knowledge. How much is the expected goal, and what is the expected goal? So all of this is unknown to the outside world.
Shortly after drinking the medicine, Ruth felt hot and began to sweat all over her body. The nurse next to her kept wiping away her sweat.
"Is this sweating normal?" Wu Qunsheng turned to look at Ye Wutian.
"It's normal. Sweating is good for the patient." Ye Wutian had already pinched the patient's wrist while speaking and carefully tasted the patient's pulse.
"It's warm, so comfortable." Ruth showed a sweet smile. She hadn't felt this comfortable for a long time. How could the radiation and chemotherapy she received in the United States be so comfortable? Every time, she would vomit to death. Several times, Ruth even thought
It is better to commit suicide and live in such suffering than to die and live a hundred lives.
Ruth knew that she had come to the right place. Dr. Ye was truly extraordinary. No doubt, she was lucky to be treated by Dr. Ye first among so many patients. What kind of luck was this?
Apart from anything else, even if Dr. Ye couldn't save her life in the end, it would still be worth it. At least before she died, she could still feel comfortable and feel all the good things like a normal person before she died.
A short and happy memory, this is enough. (To be continued)