Everyone also started talking, wondering what Zhang Yang's words meant.
Zhang Yang ignored him and turned around directly to the rostrum with a confident and bright smile on his face.
"Brain death is also a deep shock. If a patient stays in such a state for a long time, his brain will go blank after he wakes up, or he may even experience temporary amnesia."
Zhang Yang glanced at the screen that was as quiet as the picture and continued: "You will be curious about everything you see, especially when people are close to you, you will be particularly nervous, and your brain will also work hard to remember."
"This kind of recollection will only cause more damage to her fragile brain nerves, so the best way is to keep her quiet. Slow recollection will be more effective in recovering her condition."
"Haha, do you mean that if the patient remains quiet for a few more years, he will wake up on his own?" Mr. Fujita looked at the screen, and after making sure that there was no change in the patient's consciousness, he laughed wildly.
"No, just wait a few more minutes and it'll be over." Zhang Yang was not annoyed, he turned his head and smiled.
"What do you mean? Has he already treated the patient?"
"The patient didn't respond at all, how could it be?"
"Everyone will know if he is bragging in a few more minutes."
…
When everyone heard his confident words, they started talking one after another, and their eyes turned to the screen again, staring at the treatment room.
"Yao Yao, what's going on? How is the patient's condition?"
Hearing something in Zhang Yang's words, Guo Changshun saw a glimmer of hope again and asked Tian Yaoyao beside him.
"I don't know about Dean Guo either."
Tian Yaoyao pouted her small mouth and continued with a helpless expression: "Zhang Yang said there was only half hope. During the entire treatment process, I only massaged the patient's body muscles and did not feel any changes in the patient."
"Master Liang, what about you?"
Looking at her confused look, Guo Changshun knew that she really didn't know, but he was unwilling to do so and turned to Liang Haoting and asked.
"I didn't feel the patient showed any signs of waking up."
Liang Haoting glanced at Zhang Yang, his eyes full of anger and dissatisfaction, and continued: "According to my treatment method, we still had a chance to win, but he stopped us, and we ended up being laughed at now."
As a descendant of Guimen Thirteen Acupuncture, I have practiced acupuncture since I was a child and am very confident in my medical skills.
He didn't notice the slightest change in the patient's heartbeat from the feeling that was transmitted to his fingers through the hard needle. It was still very weak and could stop beating at any time.
Zhang Yang stopped after a moment, shouted for himself and Tian Yaoyao to come out without any explanation, which made him feel that he had been slighted and became even more dissatisfied.
"Do you have a chance to win? Even if you win the competition, you will lose medical ethics."
Tian Yaoyao is a kind girl. When she heard what Zhang Yang said was so serious, she was full of disgust towards Liang Haoting and retorted.
"It's better than being laughed at by others. China will lose all its face."
"If we treat it according to the method you said, China will lose its face."
"you……"
Liang Haoting blushed and wanted to argue, but considering that his treatment method did violate medical ethics and was a shady matter, he could only endure it.
"Look, everyone, the patient is actually sitting up."
"She's awake."
"It is simply a miracle that Japan and China can revive brain-dead patients at the same time today."
"Yes, it is definitely a great thing for medicine."
…
The venue became noisy again. The brain death disease was cured by two countries at the same time, which could not help but make people present feel excited.
Guo Changshun hurriedly looked at the screen and saw the female patient sitting up on the screen, stretching her arms as if she had just woken up.
After looking around, the camera could clearly capture the surprised look on her face. She turned over and walked off the treatment bed, and began to walk slowly in the treatment room.
When I saw the treatment and testing equipment, I walked over and fiddled with it a few times, then raised my head and continued to meditate.
"Is she thinking?"
"Yes, she is conscious."
…
As the patient sat back on the edge of the bed, resting her chin in her hands and lost in thought, everyone's comments became much quieter, as if they were afraid of disturbing her.
Mr. Fujita's face became increasingly ugly, causing the patient's family members beside him to have their faces covered with tears and to lean on each other tightly.
After the patients woke up, they believed Zhang Yang's words and were surprised and excited, but they did not dare to rush in and hug their loved ones.
A few minutes later, the patient's eyes were fixed on the door, surprise appeared on his face, he stood up suddenly and walked towards the door.
boom!
The door was opened and the patient walked out of the treatment room. He was stunned when he saw everyone.
"Mother……"
Almost everyone held their breath and did not dare to make any sound. They just wanted to let the patient adapt quietly.
However, a little boy of about ten years old in the family did not care about this at all. He shouted and rushed towards the patient in tears.
"What should I do about Zhang Yang?" Guo Changshun asked with a nervous look on his face.
Everyone had the same idea, fearing that the patient would suddenly receive such stimulation, which would be more detrimental to the condition, but there was nothing they could do.
Who can bear to stop a child from feeling excited when he sees his mother?
"Child... is mom dreaming?"
The patient cried and rushed to the child, hugged him tightly in his arms, and murmured.
They spoke Japanese dialect, which most people couldn't understand at all, but looking at the expressions on their faces, one could feel the joy and excitement when mother and son met.
"Let her go for a physical check-up." Zhang Yang pursed his lips, tears flashing in his eyes, and said to Translator Yu on the side.
The touching scene of mother and son meeting at this time reminded him of his own life experience, and he felt extremely sad. However, his naturally stubborn character made him not want others to know.
"Zhang Yang, don't think too much, there is still hope for you to find your family."
When he came out just now, Feng Yanran had no comfort and felt extremely regretful.
I have been with him for such a long time, experienced so many things, and know his fragile heart underneath his cheerful appearance.
The scene at this time reminded her of the death of her parents, and one could imagine the pain in her heart, but she still came over to comfort Zhang Yang.
"Silly girl, you should not think too much."
"I can't help but miss them, but I know I'll never see them again."
Feng Yanran was originally trying to comfort Zhang Yang, but she was already crying.
"They don't want to leave you, and they also want you to be happy. I will take care of you for them and make you happy." Zhang Yang stretched out his hand and twisted her fair face and said with a smile.
"Really? I know you are comforting me."
"I promise."
…
The two of them were like a couple suffering from the same illness. They were licking each other's wounds at this moment, but their relationship became even deeper.
Su Jin'er watched the two of them from the side, but did not come to disturb them out of jealousy. She was smart and knew that her appearance at this time would only make Zhang Yang disgusted with her.
And she is also confident that she can win Zhang Yang back, because she has the same personality as Zhang Yang, that is, straightforward, bold and thick-skinned...
The patient couldn't bear to be separated from his son, so he walked with his son to the testing room at the back.
After a few minutes, the host came out with two forms.
"The Japanese delegation treats patients whose physical sensations are weak, their brain nerves are in a fuzzy and blank state, their mobility is good, and their cognitive abilities are poor."
After pausing for a moment, he changed to another form and continued reading: "The Chinese delegation treated the patient. The patient's physical sensation is good, the brain nerves are recovering well, the mobility is weak, and the cognitive ability is recovering well."
Wow!
A thunderous applause immediately erupted from below.
Even before the host received the test form, he had already determined the winner and loser based on the completely different reactions of the two patients.
And applause does not mean that it is only given to the winning side. After all, they have all created miracles, and it also belongs to the losing side.
The flashbulbs flashed wildly, making Zhang Yang and the three of them almost unable to open their eyes. There was no award ceremony, but the media could not let go of such a news opportunity.
"The following is the media question time. Please ask Dr. Zhang Yang of the Chinese delegation to answer reporters' questions."
As soon as the host finished speaking, there was a burst of applause.
It was even more certain that the winning side belonged to China, and Zhang Yang's confident performance just now was undoubtedly the one that received the most attention, so he naturally had to accept the applause from everyone alone.
No one noticed Fujita-kun anymore, he returned to his seat and sat down in despair.
"Mr. Zhang Yang, first of all, congratulations to the Chinese delegation for winning. Does this mean that traditional Chinese medicine is better than Western medicine?"
A Goryeo delegation stood up and spoke in Chinese that was not fluent.
"No, the winners today are only cases of brain death. Traditional Chinese and Western medicine have their own advantages. They are two completely different treatment methods and cannot be compared with each other."
Zhang Yang's answer was very generous.
"Since you won with acupuncture treatment, and Mr. Tian won in the same way five years ago and won the honor of China's number one acupuncture. He has not participated in the competition for five years, should the honor of China's number one acupuncture change this time?
?”
Such a question is undoubtedly provocative and difficult to answer.
If he avoids it, it only means that he is humble, but it does not mean that Tian Dong's acupuncture level is higher than his. If he admits it, the result will be more obvious, which is the arrogance of young people.
Tian Dong's old face showed embarrassment, but he couldn't stand up to refute. He could only smile bitterly and listen to how Zhang Yang answered such a difficult question.
"Mr. Tian is my master." A sly reply flashed across Zhang Yang's face.
Wow!
"He is Tian Dong's apprentice?"
"No wonder he has such a high level of acupuncture. He is the number one practitioner of acupuncture in China."
"The apprentice is so good, the master's level must be higher."
…
There was an uproar below, and everyone was talking about it. While praising Zhang Yang, they also pushed Tian Dong to a higher position.
Tian Dong's face turned red and a smile appeared on his lips. Although he was embarrassed, he also admired Zhang Yang's wit.
"I heard that you are a Fu doctor from Zhumen. Is Mr. Tian also a Fu doctor?" The other party was not reconciled and stood up to continue questioning. (To be continued)