After seeing Qin Haodong, Su Hui's heart flashed with excitement. She stepped forward and said, "Brother Haodong, I'm really sorry to have caused you trouble.
I had no choice. Grandpa's high fever didn't subside, and other doctors couldn't cure him, so I could only invite you here. "
Su Hui was completely convinced by Qin Haodong's magical medical skills to cure Mrs. Zhang. In addition, during this period of time, she learned the Nine Magical Needles of Plum Blossom. The more she learned about it, the more she felt that his medical skills were unfathomable.
Now Qin Haodong had a high position in Su Hui's heart, even higher than her grandfather, Su Hongbo.
"It doesn't matter. We're classmates. There's no need to be so polite."
Then Qin Haodong followed Su Hui to the building of the inpatient department.
As they walked, he asked, "How did the old man fall ill?"
"My grandfather is Liu Qigong, a professor in the Department of Archaeology at Shanghai University. A very important ancient tomb was unearthed in Huaxia a few days ago. "Because my grandfather is very successful in archaeology, he was appointed to lead the team to investigate.
"My grandfather was also very interested in this ancient tomb, so he set up an archaeological team, but I didn't expect that he would fall ill on the first day they entered the ancient tomb. After he came back, he continued to have a fever until now."
In the intensive care unit of Shanghai Medical College, a thin old man was lying on the bed, with a strange blush on his livid face.
He was Su Hui's grandfather, Liu Qigong. Due to the continuous high fever, he had fallen into a coma.
Su Hui's grandfather, Su Hongbo, was sitting at the head of the bed, with his right hand on Liu Qigong's pulse. He frowned, as if he was looking for the cause of the disease.
Behind the old man stood a young man in his 20s, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and frowning.
He was Liu Qigong's student, Zhang Jingsong. He had been by the old man's side these days.
At this moment, the door opened and a middle-aged doctor in his 50s came in, followed by seven or eight doctors in white coats.
Next to the middle-aged doctor, a young doctor in his 30s was introducing the patient's condition, "Professor Zhao, this case is very special. He has been having a high fever for more than 24 hours.
"At first, we thought it was just a cold, but after a blood test, there were no viruses or bacteria. We ruled out the possibility of a cold causing a high fever, but we couldn't find other causes.
We're already at our wits' end, so we can only trouble you to take action. "
The middle-aged doctor was called Zhao Qingzhong. He was a famous internal medicine expert at Shanghai Medical College. If Su Hongbo was the leader of the Chinese Medicine Department, then Zhao Qingzhong was the authority of Western Medicine.
After listening to the introduction, Zhao Qingzhong only snorted softly and did not say anything. However, his face was filled with arrogance. It seemed that he did not take it to heart.
Another young doctor next to him said, "Dr. Wang, don't worry. With my teacher's help, any disease will be cured."
As they spoke, the group entered the ward. Zhao Qingzhong raised his head and suddenly saw Elder Su sitting at the head of the bed.
He frowned and said, "Su Hongbo, why are you here?"
Then he turned to look at the young doctor next to him and said angrily, "What's wrong with you? This is a Western Medicine hospital, a temple of science. Why did they invite a Chinese Medicine doctor? Since you found him, why did you invite me over? "
He was the authority of Western Medicine, and Elder Su Hongbo was an expert of Chinese Medicine. The two of them were the representatives of Chinese Medicine and Western Medicine in Shanghai Medical College respectively.
Just yesterday, Zhao Qingzhong had suggested to the director that the Chinese Medicine Department should be abolished. Su Hongbo had a big fight with him because of this. The two of them had a fierce debate.
Because of this, he immediately flew into a rage when he saw Su Hongbo in the ward.
After that, he turned his head and was about to leave. The young doctor quickly explained, "Professor Zhao, don't be angry. The patient is Mr. Su's relative. Mr. Su is not a doctor now, but a family member of the patient. Please don't misunderstand."
Hearing the young doctor's explanation, Zhao Qingzhong's heart skipped a beat, and then a sneer flashed across his face.
He turned his head, looked at Su Hongbo and said, "Old man, since you said that Chinese Medicine is so powerful, why don't you use your medical skills to treat your relative? Why did you send him to our ward? "
"I …"
Su Hongbo's beard twitched, and he couldn't find a suitable excuse for a while.
From the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to send Liu Qigong here, but he couldn't find the cause of the disease in a short time, and Liu Qigong had a high fever. Under the strong request of Su Hui's parents, he could only send Liu Qigong here first.
But he didn't expect to meet his old enemy, Zhao Qingzhong, here.
Seeing that Su Hongbo didn't speak, Zhao Qingzhong immediately laughed.
"Old man Su, if I'm not wrong, it's because you can't cure your relative's illness, so you sent him here, right?"
After that, he laughed again and then said sarcastically, "In the debate yesterday, didn't you say that Chinese Medicine is a treasure left by our ancestors and the crystallization of thousands of years of Huaxia culture? You also said that Chinese Medicine can cure the root cause and Western Medicine can only cure the symptoms?
"Now, even your relative can't cure him. Tell me, what's the use of this treasure? "What's the use of this crystal? "Now you can't even cure a fever. How can you Chinese Medicine cure the root cause?"
"You …"
Su Hongbo was so angry that his face turned livid. He said angrily, "I admit that I haven't found the cause of my relative's illness yet. But it's not that Chinese Medicine is not good, but that I'm not good at it. It has nothing to do with Chinese Medicine."
"Old man Su, at this time, you're still so stubborn!" Zhao Qingzhong said, "In that case, you can continue to find Chinese Medicine practitioners to treat your relative. When you're convinced, when you say that Chinese Medicine practitioners are liars and that Chinese Medicine is not as good as Western Medicine, I'll come back to treat your relative."
Su Hongbo didn't expect that this guy was so narrow-minded that he even threatened him with his relative's life. He immediately said angrily, "Zhao Qingzhong, are you still a doctor? Do you remember what a doctor's job is?"
Zhao Qingzhong sneered and said, "Old man Su, it's useless to say anything else. When you're convinced, you can come back to me."
At this time, Gao Jingsong, who was next to him, couldn't stand it anymore. He pointed at Zhao Qingzhong's nose and said, "I don't know Chinese Medicine or Western Medicine. I only know that my teacher is sick now.
"As doctors, you should treat him instead of fighting with the patient's life here. If you do this, you don't deserve to be a doctor at all!"
"Well said. He really doesn't deserve to be a doctor."
While they were talking, a young man and a young woman came in. It was Qin Haodong and Su Hui.
Seeing that a young man in his twenties dared to teach him a lesson, Zhao Qingzhong said coldly, "Who are you? Do you know who I am? What right do you have to talk to me? "
Qin Haodong glanced at him and said, "I'm a student of the Medical College and also a Chinese Medicine practitioner. I don't need to know who you are. I only know that you don't have the medical ethics of a doctor."
"Nonsense. How dare a student talk to Professor Zhao like this? You're really unruly."
"Do you know who Professor Zhao is? The students he taught are all qualified to be your teachers … "
"Professor Zhao is a doctor who studied abroad in M Country. He's a famous figure in the World Medical Association. If he doesn't deserve to be a doctor, who else can?"
The doctors behind Zhao Qingzhong started to attack Qin Haodong.
Hearing all the flattery, Zhao Qingzhong said proudly, "Did you hear that? A student like you who hasn't graduated yet is not qualified to talk to me at all."
Qin Haodong glanced at him contemptuously and said, "No matter how good your qualifications are, no matter how good your medical skills are, people like you who have no medical ethics are nothing in my eyes."
"You …" Qin Haodong glanced at him contemptuously and said, "No matter how good your qualifications are, no matter how good your medical skills are, people like you who have no medical ethics are nothing in my eyes."
"You …"
Zhao Qingzhong was so angry that his lungs almost exploded. With his medical skills and qualifications, no matter where he went, he was surrounded by people and flattered constantly. He had never been despised like this before.
"Humph! You ignorant boy, I don't want to talk to you. " Zhao Qingzhong turned his head and continued to say to Su Hongbo, "I still say the same thing. If you want me to treat you, you have to bow your head and apologize to me. Otherwise, you can find a Chinese medicine practitioner who can cure this disease."
Before Su Hongbo could speak, Qin Haodong said, "There's no need to find one. I can cure this disease."
After he said that, all the people present were shocked, but except for Su Hui, they all sneered at him. Even Su Hongbo, the leading Chinese medicine practitioner, couldn't cure the disease. How could a young Chinese medicine practitioner in his 20s, a student who hadn't graduated, say that he could cure it? Wasn't this a joke?
Su Hongbo pulled Su Hui and asked, "Girl, who is this?"
"Grandpa, this is Qin Haodong, the classmate I told you about. I learned the Magic Plum Blossom Acupuncture from him."
Hearing Qin Haodong's name, Su Hongbo's expression changed. Was it really that person? But if it was really him, how could he come to Shanghai Medical College as a freshman?
If not, who else could have such amazing medical skills at such a young age except that person?
He said, "Young man, can you really cure this disease?"
Qin Haodong nodded and said, "Don't worry, sir. I can definitely cure it."
After that, he stepped to Liu Qigong's bedside.
Seeing that he was going to treat Liu Qigong, the young doctor cried, "Wait a minute, you're a Chinese medicine practitioner student. Don't you know where you are? If you cure the patient's problem, who will be responsible?"
"I'll be responsible!" Su Hongbo was angry. He glared at him and said, "Young man, you can do whatever you want. No matter what happens, I'll take responsibility."
The young doctor cried, "Mr. Su, that's what you said."
Su Hongbo cried, "It's what I said. From now on, whatever problem Mr. Liu has, it has nothing to do with your hospital."
Zhao Qingzhong laughed and said, "Old man Su, are you old and muddled or are you out of your mind? Even such a young boy believes it. Is this the legendary saying that people who are ill will turn to any doctor they can find?
I think you'd better give up. Now bow your head to me and admit that traditional Chinese medicine is not good. I'll treat your in-laws immediately. "
Qin Haodong frowned and said to him, "Do you think I can't cure Mr. Liu's disease?"
Zhao Qingzhong said with disdain, "Is there a need to say that? Anyone would be able to see it. "
Qin Haodong said, "In that case, do you dare to make a bet with me?"
Zhao Qingzhong said arrogantly, "You don't deserve to bet with me!"
"I don't think you dare, do you?" Qin Haodong glanced at him and said, "Let's not bet on anything else. If I cure Mr. Liu's disease, you apologize to Mr. Su and traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. You'll call Mr. Su your teacher in the future."
Zhao Qingzhong said, "What a big bet. What if you lose?"
Qin Haodong said, "If I lose, I'll quit traditional Chinese medicine and make a statement admitting that traditional Chinese medicine is not as good as Western medicine."
"You? You're just a nobody. Who will read your statement? " Zhao Qingzhong's expression became more and more disdainful. "It's not that I don't dare to bet with you, but I'm not satisfied with your bet at all."
Qin Haodong stepped in front of him and whispered a few words.
Zhao Qingzhong's expression changed. He looked at him and said, "Are you sure?"
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