"Sorry, I can only answer my personal questions. As for the affairs of my father's company, I don't know anything about it."
Su Jin'er paused for a moment and then continued: "My confession is over. Thank you for your questions."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked to his desk and sat down.
Although she has left, the discussion below has not stopped, but has become even more noisy.
Until the host returned to the stage again and announced the rules of the competition and matters needing attention, two brain-dead patients were immediately pushed onto the stage.
Next to them stood the patient's family members. Their faces no longer looked sad, but looked more hopeful.
Many countries directly include brain-dead patients in the list of confirmed deaths, so for them, they have accepted the fact that the patient will no longer wake up.
Having such an opportunity to treat relatives can be regarded as an extra chance of life.
"Both patients suffered from congenital heart disease, resulting in long-term coma, and were finally confirmed to be brain dead by the medical department."
The host deliberately exaggerated the atmosphere, and his voice became especially low as he continued: "This time, these two are used as practical treatments for brain death. Please stand up and pray for them."
The hall immediately became quiet, and everyone stood up one after another to bless the two patients and hope that current medical skills could save their lives.
After a while, the two patients were pushed into the treatment room at the back, and Zhang Yang and Tian Yaoyao walked towards the treatment room.
Looking sideways, he saw only Mr. Fujita and a tall man standing up in the Japanese delegation. He couldn't help but wonder, was there only two people in the Japanese delegation?
Yesterday, I heard the hotel manager say that there were two men and one woman, so there should be three of them.
This doubt was just a moment's thought. Each delegation in the Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament can be participated by three people, but there is no minimum number of participants.
In other words, even if only one of them participates, it doesn't matter.
The patient is a middle-aged woman, about forty years old, with a pale complexion. Because she cannot breathe on her own, she can only use a respirator to maintain her life for a long time.
Although the various functional tissues of the body have not stopped, they only have weak vitality, and the limbs feel cold and slightly stiff.
"Stimulate the patient's brain nerve Tianchong point to see if it can make the patient feel something?"
Tian Yaoyao stretched out her little hand, opened the patient's eyelids and checked it before saying.
She used a consultative tone because she didn't have any confidence at all. In other words, even her grandfather, as the number one acupuncture master in China, was helpless about it.
Coming here to compete today, to put it bluntly, I am relying on Zhang Yang, and I am just here to learn.
"It's useless. Stimulating the Tianchong point can only work on the same principle as electric shock to the heart. This method must have been used for rescue." Zhang Yang lowered his head and thought deeply.
The Nine-Yang Soul-Reviving Needle can save brain-dead patients, but unfortunately his Pure Yang True Fire is still at the second level, and he is not sure that he can succeed in one go.
"After the title of the Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament came out, I studied how to acupuncture the Quhe acupoint and Benxiang acupoint on the patient's brain, plus the Tianchi acupoint on the heart, to simultaneously stimulate the patient's heart, blood, and cranial nerves. This way, we can
Let the heartbeat recover quickly."
Liang Haoting took out a square wooden box from his pocket and opened it to reveal a row of bright needle instruments.
Hard needles are slightly thicker than silver needles and penetrate the body more forcefully. They can strongly suppress the disease in a short period of time, but the later conditioning period is longer.
Although his words were explaining, his movements did not pause at all. He stretched out two fingers to pick up the hard needle and prepared to treat the patient.
"Wait a minute, these acupuncture points are all acupuncture points that Chinese medicine explicitly does not allow simultaneous acupuncture. Don't you know the consequences?" Zhang Yang stopped him immediately.
"That's right Mr. Liang, stimulating these acupuncture points at the same time causes the patient's blood to flow too fast and the heart cannot withstand such great pressure."
Tian Yaoyao also had a look of surprise on her pretty face. She stopped in front of the patient and continued: "It seems that it can stimulate the patient to wake up, but it can also be fatal if it causes serious damage to the body's organs."
"The patients are already brain dead. As long as they can be revived, wouldn't it be a good thing to live for even one more day?" Liang Haoting said with disdain on his face.
"But..." Tian Yaoyao was speechless for a moment.
What he said makes sense. The patient has been declared dead and his family should be able to regain some happiness and comfort if he can be revived.
"Besides, this is a competition. As long as we can win, we can bring glory to China."
"You are so reckless, I think you want the outside media to exaggerate your thirteen injections of ghost gate, so that you can let your family's brain hospital do publicity, so as to make more money?" Zhang Yang sneered.
"So what? The Thirteen Acupuncture Needles of Ghost Gate is a unique skill of traditional Chinese medicine. If more people know about it, more patients will be treated."
"Don't you know the consequences of such treatment?"
"So what if you know? Isn't it a good thing if the patient's family can say their last goodbyes to their loved ones in a winnable competition?"
"The patient's body functions rapidly age after he wakes up, aging by dozens of years within a few hours. How can the patient's relatives accept it? What if the ghost lingers after death?" Zhang Yang said angrily.
He knew in his heart that Liang Haoting's treatment method was a method of stimulating the blood vessels to gather the only remaining yang energy in the patient's body to return to the light.
After the patient wakes up, due to the acceleration of blood flow, the heart is overloaded, the body functions instantly age, the hair falls out, and the face is wrinkled.
Not even a single tooth is left, and the patient will die again from various serious illnesses.
The yang energy quickly dissipates, but cannot enter the normal cycle between the two realms. It can only wander between yin and yang, becoming a lonely ghost, or even return to the body and become a zombie, threatening the patient's family.
Not to mention that the patient is unwilling to accept this method, even the patient's family members may not be able to accept such a cruel reality, and will be even more miserable.
And as a descendant of the Thirteen Acupuncture Ghost Doctor, it is impossible for Liang Haoting not to know all this.
"Then what do you think we should do? Do you have a better treatment method?"
Liang Haoting obviously didn't expect that he knew so clearly, so he asked with a guilty conscience.
"We can only give it a try. So far, there is no possibility of curing brain death through normal medical methods."
Zhang Yang showed helplessness on his face and continued: "Even if we lose, if Japan can revive the patient, it will be a good thing for the medical community."
Hearing his words, Tian Yaoyao's bright eyes flashed with surprise. She obviously didn't expect that he, who had always been confident and poor, would have such grand inner thoughts.
People watching outside watched everything in the treatment room through the large screen projected by the camera.
Guo Changshun became anxious when he saw the three people communicating constantly in the room but not treating the patient.
Especially when I saw Zhang Yang and Liang Haoting looking excited, I was afraid that they would have disagreements and conflicts, and would not be able to cooperate to complete the competition.
You must know that there are dozens of domestic and foreign media paying attention to this. If word spreads, it will undoubtedly be regarded as a laughing stock for traditional Chinese medicine.
The Japanese delegation was obviously fully prepared and started treatment immediately after entering the treatment room, but they did not choose to use surgery.
Instead, he takes out a blood bag from his bag, connects the two sides with a device such as a bottle tube, and connects the needle to the blood vessel on the patient's neck. It looks more like a direct blood replenishing treatment method.
Of course, the people below also understand that the treatment method is not unusual. The key is whether the blood in their blood bags is the specially developed therapeutic blood.
How effective it will be can only be known after the game is over.
Zhang Yang raised his arm, and there were several small silver needles in his hand, and said to Tian Yaoyao: "Help me help her up."
Tian Yaoyao did not hesitate at all and lifted the patient on the treatment bed.
After being bedridden for a long time, the patient's bones and ligaments are very stiff and fragile, so you need to be extra careful with seemingly simple movements.
Zhang Yang gently inserted the silver needle into the Chihao point on the back of the patient's neck, kneaded it gently, then went aside, and also inserted the silver needle into the Shuiting point on the head.
"You use acupuncture to control the patient's heart and keep the blood flow from being too fast."
Zhang Yang ordered to Liang Haoting, who was standing on one side pretending to be indifferent.
"Why should I help you? Aren't you using your own treatment method?"
"If you help me now, you will get a share of the credit after the patient wakes up, and it will also be good for you. Otherwise, you can only be a bystander." Zhang Yang sneered.
Of course, he was not so kind. He just considered that since the three of them were the Chinese delegation, if outsiders saw the obvious differences, the impact would be very bad.
The Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate are similar to my own Fu Medicine Gate. As a unique skill of traditional Chinese medicine, it is a good thing to let more people know about it.
At the same time, it is undeniable that by helping Haitian Group to overcome difficulties, I also allowed myself to interact with the CEOs of these companies, and my words and deeds were indeed much more generous.
After Liang Haoting heard what he said, he felt that it was also good for him, so he reluctantly came over to help.
Zhang Yang gently turned the silver needle with his fingers, and the pure Yang fire continued to flow into the patient's body.
"Sister Yaoyao, please help the patient massage the acupuncture points on the body to relax the muscles and increase blood flow."
While Zhang Yang was instructing, he put his hand on the patient's back and used the Nine Yang True Fire to pass into the patient's body through his palm.
As time passed, the Japanese delegation took the lead in completing the treatment. After taking off the equipment, they began to use a blood pressure monitor to check the patient's physical condition.
The blood in the blood bag has been completely injected into the patient's body, but they still carefully put the blood bag into their pocket instead of throwing it into the trash bin, obviously to prevent others from taking the opportunity to test the ingredients.
"Look, the patient's leg moved."
"Yes, I saw it too."
"The arms moved too."
…
Through the screen, someone in the venue saw the changes in the patient's body and immediately shouted loudly.
Guo Changshun's heart was lifted, and he was surprised and excited that the patient could revive. (To be continued)