Jim, Benjamin and Monica quickly put various electronic instruments on Grandpa Lengyan's wrist and chest, then recorded various data, and asked about some situations. The three of them had a little distorted face.
nice.
On this side, Mr. Zuo did not take action. Wei Fuxian first took action, looked at him, asked and asked, and then browsed solemnly.
Both sides came to the same conclusion. The old man actually had heart failure. Now, one of the difficult problems that world medicine is difficult to overcome. Unless the heart is transplanted, they can only rely on drugs to survive, survive and survive for three months.
"This disease is very difficult. Unless you change your heart, don't have ordinary medicine to treat this disease." Jim's face showed a look of sorrow.
I thought I could just find a patient to go to the stage to discuss with Mr. Zuo and others, but I didn't expect that I would encounter such a problem now, and even they were helpless.
But this is fine. They can't treat the world problem of heart failure, so Mr. Zuo and others are powerless. They mainly want to do some news and let the media in Dianzhou spread this matter and gain popularity.
Just like some third-rate stars who are taking advantage of the popularity.
"Teacher, heart failure...this..." Wei Fuxian frowned and sighed softly.
Hearing their words, Leng Yan clamped his hands tightly together. She worked hard to take this grandfather to seek medical treatment everywhere. Now the medical team abroad and the Chinese medicine practitioners are helpless. Is grandfather really going to leave her?
Thinking of this, a thin fog appeared on Leng Yan's beautiful eyes.
"This situation is very difficult. Unless it is treated with traditional Chinese medicine and various medicinal materials to warm the body, there can be miraculous things to cure it." Old Zuo also sighed deeply.
Doctors practice medicine with compassion. Although the relationship between doctors and patients is tense, there are many black doctors who receive red envelopes and collude with drug providers to prescribe medicines randomly, there are still many doctors who are willing to save the world.
For example, Mr. Zuo devoted his life to his medical career and felt uncomfortable when he saw patients who he could not treat.
Just when everyone was at a loss, a light voice like a lark suddenly sounded. Leng Yan felt that he was being pulled a little. He turned his head and saw the little sister he met in the inn, with a pair of black and clear eyes.
Looking at her, "Sister, I'll ask the young master to treat your grandpa."
"Young Master?" Leng Yan was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and saw the unpretentious young man standing aside, his eyes as dazzling as stars and as deep as a valley.
"Aren't he just an intern?" Leng Yan also regarded Zhuo Bufan as Mr. Zuo's student. Since Mr. Zuo had no choice, could he do it?
Shi Jian pulled Zhuo Bufan's arm and said, "Young Master, look at Sister Leng Yan is very pitiful. Can you help her?"
Leng Yan never believed him and did not ask him to come. Zhuo Bufan was naturally not a saint, so he wanted to take the initiative to help her. What's more, after cultivating the truth, the short life of a mortal was just a blink of an eye in his eyes. He saw so many times.
When separation from life and death, there will naturally be no feelings.
But Lian Shijian started by himself. Zhuo Bufan didn't want to make her sad, and chuckled: "Okay, I'll help him with treatment when I go back later."
Originally, the audience was in a cold and quiet atmosphere. Although their conversation was quiet, everyone present could hear it clearly.
"Oh, some people say it can cure the symptoms of heart failure?" Benjamin, who graduated from the seventh-ranked Imperial Medical University in the UK, laughed out loud.
Jim and Monica next to him also sneered contemptuously. The young man in front of him was the most oldest and just went to college. Seeing that he was with Mr. Zuo, he might be Mr. Zuo's apprentice, and even Mr. Zuo dared not assert.
This disease can be cured, but now a young man has emerged and said he can treat it.
"Mr. Zhuo, are you willing to take action?" Wei Fuxian was delighted. He had seen Zhuo Bufan's magical method with his own eyes, which was simply the rebirth of Hua Tuo and the rebirth of Bian Que.
Mr. Zuo also showed a hint of expectation. This disease is the most difficult problem in China. Tens of thousands of people die of heart failure every year, and it has never been able to treat it.
"Since you really have a way to treat this disease, why not try it here?" Jim sneered.
In his opinion, Zhuo Bufan said such words simply to regain face for the Chinese medicine doctor. When he returned, who knows if you have any treatment, and then he will find a few media to brag about it? This method is too inferior.
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"Even Mr. Zuo and Mr. Wei are not good. This young man dares to speak wildly?"
"I think he is crazy about being an internet celebrity, and he deliberately attracts attention."
"Zuo Lao and Wei are Chinese medicine masters and top medical masters. They didn't say they could. What is this guy's ability to say he can do it?"
"And Jim, Benjamin, and Monica are all top medical teams abroad, and this disease is not subject to a heart transplant."
Faced with the cold sarcasm of everyone, Zhuo Bufan, who was standing on the stage, had a dull expression as water. Will people care about the roar of the ants?
The first row of the audience.
Xu Nian shook his head and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "This guy is crazy to be famous. The top doctors in traditional Chinese and Western medicine are here, but he still dares to speak out loud?"
Mo Susu, who was sitting next to her, pursed her lips with thin lips, and waves flashed in her beautiful eyes, silent.
"Okay, since you want to see me save people, then I'll save people here." Zhuo Bufan said lightly, then walked to Leng Yanshenshen and squatted down, and asked in a low voice: "Have you ever been to the tomb?
inside?"
Leng Yan's grandfather hesitated for a moment when he heard Zhuo Bufan's words, then nodded and whispered: "I worked with a lieutenant two years ago, but he just asked him to help him get things and give them to him.
I have three thousand dollars... Later, my health became worse and worse, cough cough."
As he said that, the old man coughed a few more times.
Jim, Benjamin, Monica and others watched coldly.
Mr. Zuo and Mr. Wei were all focused and wanted to see Mr. Zhuo's excellent medical skills again.
Bai Hongbo slowly took the teacup and took a sip of tea. His purpose was just to hype up his medical team. He didn't care whether he could cure the disease.
After Zhuo Bufan asked clearly, he nodded. As expected, what I guessed was that Leng Yan's grandfather was not having any natural heart failure, but was infected with evil spirits in the catacombs, constantly eroding his heart skills.
"I want to see what magical things about traditional Chinese medicine?" Monica smiled at the corner of her mouth and closed her scarlet curly hair. Before she came to Longguo, she had read many classics about traditional Chinese medicine, which said traditional Chinese medicine was said.
She is a person with a higher education in science and sneering at this statement.
Zhuo Bufan asked Mr. Wei to bring a box of silver needles. He used his methods to no longer use silver needles. He only used silver needles as a concealment tool. (To be continued)