A group of people went down to the third floor, and suddenly a handsome young man stood up.
This was the first time we met this person, but Zhang Yang thought he looked familiar.
Almost instantly, he remembered it.
This handsome man wearing famous brands must be Mr. Wen's son.
And it’s the third child who has never shown up.
Seeing that Zhang Yang had seen him, the third son of the Wen family smiled at him, but had no intention of speaking.
However, Zhang Yang walked straight towards him.
"Hello, are you Mr. Wen?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.
"Doctor Zhang, do you know me?" Wen Laosan looked at Zhang Yang with some surprise.
He didn't know why Zhang Yang was able to call out his identity.
"I saw that you are very similar to Mr. Wen Zhaoming, so I asked tentatively. It seems that I was right." Zhang Yang said with a smile.
But even though he said this, his tone seemed very determined.
Wen Laosan didn't even know whether he should believe his explanation.
Fortunately, from his point of view, it didn't matter whether Zhang Yang's words were true or false, so he didn't want to bother.
"I'm Wen Ruicheng, Dr. Zhang. Nice to meet you!"
After only a brief hesitation, Wen Ruicheng stretched out his hand and shook it with Zhang Yang.
Immediately, he asked again: "Wen... Hi, how is my father's condition?"
"Your father may have stomach cancer." Zhang Yang's voice was very soft.
However, everyone present could not help but be surprised.
No one expected such an answer, even He Haitao was surprised.
"Stomach cancer!" Wen Laosan was horrified, grabbed Zhang Yang's arm, and asked eagerly, "Didn't you say it was just a mild myocardial infarction? How could it be stomach cancer?!"
Looking at Wen Ruicheng's reaction, Zhang Yang was not only not unhappy at all, but also very sympathetic.
Maybe there are some conflicts between father and son, but after all, blood is thicker than water, and deep down in his heart, Wen Ruicheng still cares about Mr. Wen.
It makes me feel sad to think that I lost my parents when I was a child, and even now I can't find any news about my parents.
He quickly put away his chaotic thoughts and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Wen. Fortunately, it was discovered early and it's still in the early stages. As long as you cooperate with the treatment, there should be nothing serious."
"Doctor Zhang, can you really cure me?"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Wen Ruicheng immediately realized what he was talking about and quickly apologized.
"Sorry, Dr. Zhang, I didn't question your intention, it's just that this cancer..."
At this point, he smiled bitterly and stopped.
But what he meant couldn't be more clear.
Not only him, but also He Haitao and other passing medical staff beside Zhang Yang couldn't help but open their eyes.
When Zhang Yang gave Mr. Wen an injection just now, although He Haitao guessed that Mr. Wen had a problem with his digestive system, he never expected that it turned out to be gastric cancer.
He didn't understand why Zhang Yang was so sure that Mr. Wen had stomach cancer and not something else.
Because of Zhang Yang's promise to Mr. Wen, He Haitao repeatedly studied various data from Mr. Wen's physical examination and found that except for abnormalities in his cardiovascular and cerebrovascular data, everything else seemed to be within the normal range.
Zhang Yang saw everyone's stunned look and knew that they were just talking about cancer.
He comforted and said: "Mr. Wen, please don't worry, it's just the early stage of gastric cancer, it just broke out. The disease is very simple with traditional Chinese medicine. The reason why it takes a little more time is mainly because the old man has cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases.
Even after you are discharged from the hospital, you must pay special attention to conditioning. Otherwise, you may still relapse."
He Haitao on the side knew that it was another good opportunity to learn, so he couldn't help but ask: "Dean, how do you diagnose?"
Zhang Yang knew that this guy would never miss any opportunity to learn, so he carefully considered his words and said: "The symptoms that the old man just mentioned indicated that there was something wrong with his gastrointestinal tract, so I went to take his pulse with this question in mind.
The old man's complexion is not bad, but his pulse cannot be pressed lightly, and he is weak and feeble. I just used a silver needle to prick the acupuncture points, and there was a burning sensation in the soles of the old man's feet, which just confirmed my guess."
Although Zhang Yang explained it quite clearly, He Haitao still found it difficult to understand.
Seeing what he wanted to ask but seemed unable to say it, Zhang Yang smiled slightly: "In this way, if you do a comprehensive examination of the old gentleman's stomach, you should be able to find the early signs of gastric cancer. Then we will take a further step.
Develop a treatment plan.”
"Dean, you mean to let me participate?!" He Haitao said in surprise.
Zhang Yang nodded: "I have two plans for early-stage gastric cancer, one is acupuncture and the other is medication. Of course, if both can be used at the same time, the effect will be better."
Two plans...
Everyone looked at each other.
It’s not that I don’t believe Zhang Yang, but today, neither Western medicine nor Chinese medicine have much confidence when it comes to cancer.
Western medicine is okay. Although the treatment is expensive and has serious side effects, at least there is data to support it.
As for Chinese medicine, not only do you have to take countless bitter decoctions, but you may also delay the best treatment time, causing irreparable consequences.
Especially for an elderly person in his sixties like Mr. Wen, whose own resistance is already very weak, half of his life will be lost after this torment.
But when I got to Zhang Yang, not only could it be cured, but there were also two methods, which was really unbelievable.
Thinking of the series of miracles Zhang Yang has created in this period, the cure rate still remains at 100%. Now that he has said such words, it is definitely not nonsense.
If there really were two ways...
The medical staff around Zhang Yang all had their eyes shining brightly.
Acupuncture comes second.
After all, it is a skill that takes time and talent.
Among the people present, except He Haitao, everyone else was not good at it.
But when it comes to drugs, almost every one of them can do the job.
If Zhang Yang really had a secret recipe for treating gastric cancer, even in its early stages, the entire medical community would be shocked.
For people like them, once Fuyimen Hospital has these magic weapons, it will surely prosper.
Not only will their treatment be better, but their social status will also be improved accordingly.
"Doctor Zhang, please cure my father!" Wen Ruicheng said sincerely.
"Mr. Wen, please rest assured that doctors are parents. Since I agreed to Mr. Wen to conduct a full-body diagnosis on him, I will definitely remove all the diseases and even hidden dangers in his body at once." Zhang Yang said in a deep voice.
"Dr. Zhang, do you mean that even if my father gets sick in the future, you will be responsible for it?" Wen Ruicheng opened his eyes wide.
I originally thought that Zhang Yang's statement that he could cure his father's stomach cancer was already surprising, but who would have thought that he would actually make such a promise.
"That's right." Zhang Yang looked determined.
"Dean!" He Haitao shouted.
He didn't expect Zhang Yang to make such a promise.
This is like a merchant's promise to give a product a lifetime warranty.
If it is just one product, it doesn't matter. As long as you make enough profit, you can just replace it.
However, Mr. Wen is a living person.
At this age, if you are not careful, you will continue to suffer from various diseases.
Zhang Yang shook his head slightly towards He Haitao and said very seriously: "Although it was a temporary initiative, our hospital is now attracting much attention and has even attracted the attention of many foreign colleagues. Although we also combine traditional Chinese and Western medicine, our roots are Chinese medicine.
My original intention of establishing this hospital is also to promote Chinese medicine and let everyone know that the wisdom left by our ancestors is not only not outdated, but can bloom with the most dazzling brilliance! Therefore, I hope that everyone who comes from our Fuyimen Hospital will
The patients who have gone out will no longer be troubled by the disease, and I hope that more patients will come to our hospital for treatment. Our Fuyi School is destined to become the best in the world! You guys, I am not bragging!"
At the end of the sentence, Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel humorous.
However, no one laughed.
Everyone looked at him with excitement.
There is no doubt that Zhang Yang's words are no longer just empty slogans for another person. They are simply like a lunatic talking nonsense.
However, no one would doubt him.
Early the next morning, as soon as Zhang Yang entered the hospital, he felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere.
Could it be that yesterday's boredom with Shishi in the office for a long time has already made the whole hospital aware?
What kind of bastards are they? If I catch them, hey...
Just when Zhang Yang was feeling cruel in his heart, he saw Wen Ruicheng walking over quickly and said with gratitude: "Dr. Zhang, you are so accurate. My father is in the early stage of gastric cancer. All the doctors who examined him said that if it weren't for
Targeted inspections, based on data alone, may even be ignored.”
Not only Wen Ruicheng was waiting in the hall, but there were also many patients and family members who had heard the news.
Although Zhang Yang has given everyone so many surprises this time that they have become a little numb, everyone enjoys hearing about it every time and even hopes to see more miracles happen.
I don’t know if it’s because of Mr. Wen, or if these reporters are always paying attention to Zhang Yang and have been waiting aside for a long time.
In this era when cancer is talked about in a negative light, it is very difficult to diagnose cancer in advance, let alone cure it.
I originally thought that I would have to deal with their inquiries again, but unexpectedly, an elegant middle-aged man walked over and stretched out his right hand towards Zhang Yang.
"Dean Zhang, I have long admired your name!"
The middle-aged man spoke first.
His voice is very contagious, and he is a natural-born leader.
"Are you..." Zhang Yang confirmed that he had never seen this person before and asked.
"I am Wei Bolai, the new dean of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine at Donghai Medical University."
"Hello! Dean Wei." Zhang Yang looked at Wei Bolai inexplicably.
It had been a while since I left school, but suddenly someone from the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine came to visit me again.
"Classmate Zhang, please don't be offended by the intrusion. I'm specially here to invite you back to school today to give lectures." Wei Bolai calmly changed the names, which actually shortened the distance between us.
"Lecture?"
This time, Zhang Yang was even more surprised. (To be continued)