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271 Seeing, Hearing and Asking

Jiang Xiaofan's sudden questioning made Xu Ling feel very embarrassed.

Xu Ling immediately lowered his face and said: "We used precision instruments to conduct a full-body examination on Shan Kingang. These reports are the most authoritative results."

Jiang Xiaofan said with a faint smile: "Are you sure the test results of these instruments are correct?"

Xu Ling became angry and said: "These instruments are all imported from abroad. Each one is worth hundreds of thousands at least. How dare you question foreign technology?"

Sun Xue said quickly: "Why don't you dare? The technology itself is not wrong, but what if the person using it is wrong?"

"Huh, chicken talks like duck." Xu Ling curled his lips.

Jiang Xiaofan's anger was rising. Xu Ling, as the successor of the president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, was extremely obsessed with foreign instruments and technologies, and even did not use traditional Chinese medicine diagnosis and treatment methods.

He stared at Xu Ling and asked, "Don't you admire the integration of Chinese and Western medicine? Western medicine instruments have been tested, so why not use Chinese medicine for diagnosis and treatment?"

Xu Ling said with a look of disdain: "Shan Kingang has no wounds on his body, his brain waves and electrocardiogram are normal, and he has fallen into a deep coma again. This is a typical symptom of a vegetative state.

Besides, what methods does Chinese medicine have? It’s just the same old method of looking, hearing, asking, and feeling, which is not as direct as instrument testing. There is no need to waste time on testing.”

Jiang Xiaofan was extremely angry and laughed back: "Inspection, hearing, inquiry, and understanding are the treasures of traditional Chinese medicine, but they are like rags when it comes to you? Do you understand traditional Chinese medicine? Do you grasp the essence of it?"

Xu Ling seemed to have heard a big joke and sneered: "You are a barefoot doctor, how dare you question my medical skills? I studied under Jiao Yibai, the president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, and I have been involved in the field of traditional Chinese medicine and traditional Chinese medicine since I was a child.

Later, I went abroad and devoted myself to studying Western medicine, and created a unique path of combining Chinese and Western medicine. Even my teacher Jiao Yibai praised it.

How dare you, a barefoot doctor from your ancestors, question my medical skills? You are so audacious!"

"Hahahaha! You don't overestimate your capabilities!" The assistants next to him laughed at Jiang Xiaofan.

In their opinion, Dr. Xu Ling is a disciple of Jiao Yibai, the president of the Chinese Medicine Association, and his medical skills have been passed down by Jiao Yibai.

In addition, he went abroad to study Western medicine and was already a well-known expert. He has been practicing medicine longer than Jiang Xiaofan, so Jiang Xiaofan is not qualified to do anything.

Jiang Xiaofan shook his head sadly: "No matter who you studied under, if you can say that seeing, hearing, asking, and knowing is a cliché, it shows that your level of Chinese medicine is nothing more than this. In terms of Western medicine, you are too arbitrary and have not convened experts to discuss the condition. In my case,

It seems that he is just a person seeking fame and reputation."

"Bloody words!"

Xu Ling threw the test report on the table and looked at Jiang Xiaofan with cold eyes: "Then you, a barefoot doctor, are you going to teach me about Chinese medicine?"

Jiang Xiaofan said sternly: "Traditional Chinese medicine has a long history, is extensive and profound, and has been passed down for thousands of years. It has saved the country in danger countless times. From Shen Nong tasting hundreds of herbs in search of medicinal materials, to Hua Tuo working hard to prepare Ma Fei powder, they are all exploring with their lives.

In exchange for inheritance. You are still a disciple of the president of the Chinese Medicine Association, but you actually dare to slander Chinese medicine?"

Jiang Xiaofan's words were deafening, like thunder in everyone's ears. Dean Zhou's cloudy eyes shone brightly, and he clapped his hands and cheered: "Well said!"

Mr. Yu straightened his back and said happily: "Old Zhou, is the person I introduced correct?"

"Yes, this attitude is really good." Dean Zhou admired from the bottom of his heart.

Wei Pingyang gave Jiang Xiaofan a thumbs up and winked: "Brother Jiang, this is so inspiring!"

Xu Ling's face turned the color of pig's liver, and he said angrily: "Don't fool me with your mouth. If you have the ability, you can make Shan Kingang wake up!"

Jiang Xiaofan sneered: "What if I can make him wake up?"

Xu Ling gritted his teeth and said harshly: "If you can cure him, I will give up my position as chief physician to you!"

Jiang Xiaofan shook his head: "I'm not interested in your position."

Xu Ling said somewhat crazily: "You knew you couldn't save Laoshan King Kong, so you were scared, right? If you had known this, why bother to be the first person!"

"It's just that he acted like he was pointing the way, but in the end he was too timid to treat patients."

"Sure enough, he is a barefoot doctor passed down from his ancestors, and he can deceive the farmers in the village."

"Yes, this is the No. 1 People's Hospital of the county, and I still want to show off in front of the criminal investigation team."

"You must be blind to want to be famous. The forest is really big and there are all kinds of birds..."

"..."

Xu Ling's assistants spoke to each other and mocked Jiang Xiaofan mercilessly.

Jiang Xiaofan felt a surge of anger in his heart. The true appearance of these so-called doctors made him feel extremely sick.

After all, he was a young man with a passionate heart, so he immediately sneered: "What if I let Shanggang wake up and you and your assistant get out of the hospital?"

Xu Ling rolled his eyes: "If you can wake up Shanggang, my assistant and I will leave the hospital. If you can't wake up Shanggang, then kneel down and kowtow to me to apologize."

In his mind, Jiang Xiaofan was a barefoot doctor, a vegetative person that even he couldn't cure. Jiang Xiaofan had no chance in his life.

"Okay, I hope you won't regret it."

A smile appeared on Jiang Xiaofan's lips.

He went straight to the hospital bed of Sanguang. Sanguang was lying quietly on the bed, with a rosy complexion and even breathing. At first glance, he looked like he was fast asleep.

However, if you look closely, you will find that Sanguang's eyelids are motionless and his muscles have no conditioned reflexes, which is almost exactly the same as the symptoms of a vegetative state.

When Yu Qingruo suffered brain trauma, he became a vegetative state and lay there for more than three years. His symptoms were very similar to those of Shan Jingang.

However, Sanguang was not in a vegetative state, but showed signs of poisoning. Jiang Xiaofan just touched Sanguang and felt an uncomfortable coldness.

Jiang Xiaofan squinted his eyes and performed the Zhanwang Qi Technique, and said calmly: "Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to looking, smelling, asking, and feeling. The so-called diagnosis means looking at the spirit, color, shape, facial features, etc., with the aim of judging the internal cause of the disease from the patient's external complexion.

Sanguang's skin looks rosy and normal, but when exposed to it, the body temperature will be cold, which is an obvious symptom of meridian poisoning. This toxin does not change the blood, so the patient's skin color does not change..."

Jiang Xiaofan looked at Mount King Kong again and again and said.

People in the ward listened with interest.

Jiang Xiaofan put away his qi-gazing technique, and he discovered that deep in Shan Jingang's meridians, there was a dense black mist gathering.

Jiang Xiaofan took out the needle bag and placed it on the table. He twisted a slender silver needle from it and quickly inserted it into the Baihui point on Shan Jingang's head.

The four-finger-long shining silver needle almost sank into the top of Mount King Kong's head.

When Xu Ling saw this scene, he looked shocked and said: "You are crazy! This is Baihui point, one of the fatal points of the human body. How dare you insert a silver needle into it?!"

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