Director Zhao was very clear about Ye Shulan's intention. He waved his hand to let Dr. Wang leave as if he had been pardoned. Then he took out Shen Muqing's medical record and asked Executive Zhou to organize an expert consultation to come up with a feasible treatment plan.
Executive Zhou was already in his fifties and gradually began to think. He wanted to go further before retirement to see if he could enter the administrative establishment and retire with the iron rice bowl of the Sanitary Bureau. Naturally, he fully cooperated with Director Zhao's request.
The Department of Cardiothoracic Surgery of Changjiang Hospital was also one of the best in the country. Director Huang Guangwei was also a famous surgeon.
With Director Zhao's help, Executive Zhou immediately contacted all the cardiologists in Ninghai and held an expert consultation overnight.
Director Zhao knew Ye Shulan's identity. If he wanted to go further, this was the best opportunity to please him. He immediately declined numerous social engagements and stayed up late to attend the consultation.
Several cardiologists in the whole Ninghai got the news and swarmed here. After all, no one dared not to give face to Director Zhao.
Even some retired old cardiologists were invited to come. At Ye Shulan's request, several leading figures in the field of traditional Chinese medicine also came.
In the spacious conference room, there were no empty seats in less than two hours. The lowest level of the experts present was an associate chief physician, and most of them were chief physicians.
They were the treasures of any hospital. Executive Zhou drooled and wanted to take the opportunity to poach some of them. However, Director Zhao was staring at them like a Bodhisattva, so he could only start the consultation after exchanging greetings.
In order to facilitate the experts to understand the condition, Shen Muqing's previous medical record and color Doppler echocardiogram report were copied and given to each of them.
These top cardiologists in Ninghai frowned when they got the report. They looked thoughtful and started a fierce discussion.
Ye Shulan and Shen Muyang sat quietly and listened. The more they listened, the more irritated they felt. The more they listened, the more they had a headache and the more desperate they became.
These cardiologists analyzed the condition very well and talked about the condition with fervor and assurance.
Shen Muqing's condition was very complicated. Not only did she suffer from patent ductus arteriosus, pulmonary stenosis, heart valve stenosis and severe viral myocarditis, but the most terrible thing was aplastic anemia.
However, when it came to the treatment plan, everyone was speechless. This was because severe viral myocarditis and aplastic anemia were almost incurable diseases that could only be slowly nursed back to health. Coupled with heart disease, it could be said that the patient had already been sentenced to death. No one dared to operate on her and come up with a reasonable treatment plan.
Hu Xinning, the leading figure in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, was almost 80 years old. Finally, he sighed helplessly, stroked his sparse beard and said the truth, "Even the gods can't cure this disease."
"Humph, that's because you guys don't have the ability, a bunch of quacks."
Shen Muyang had long been unable to suppress his anger. He spoke clearly and logically, but when it came to the treatment plan, he shook his head, sighed, and scolded with a livid face.
"What did you say? Little brat, how dare you boast so shamelessly. "
"Who are you? How dare you humiliate us like this? "
"We are here because of Director Zhao. What right do you have to say that we are quacks?"
"Humph, I have performed no less than 300 heart surgeries, and I have never been called a quack. Director Zhao, we need an explanation."
"We are here for voluntary consultation, not to be insulted. If you don't give us an explanation today, we will not give up."
… Shen Muyang's words were like destroying a hornet's nest. This group of famous doctors were all top talents in the medical field. Which one of them was not respected and had a high status? When had they ever been scolded like this?
They didn't even care about Director Zhao's face and started scolding him one after another. Mr. Hu was so angry that his whole body trembled. He pointed at Shen Muyang and scolded him, "Little brat."
Director Zhao also looked embarrassed and was at a loss. These elites of the medical field did not give him face, but the position under his butt.
Shen Muyang's words offended everyone, so he did not know how to deal with it.
He could not afford to offend Ye Shulan. He could afford to offend these doctors, but he did not dare to offend them, especially some old experts who had retired. They were not under his jurisdiction at all. Even he had to be polite when he saw them.
This made him secretly complain that Shen Muyang really did not know how to behave. Shen Muyang was kind enough to stay up all night for consultation, but he could not come up with a treatment plan. He could just be polite and leave. Why did he have to offend so many people?
"Shut up!" Seeing that she had aroused public anger, Ye Shulan glared at Shen Muyang, hinting him to stop talking. She quickly stood up and was about to apologize.
Who knew that Shen Muyang would sneer under the public's condemnation. "You're not convinced that you're quacks? A young man in his early twenties can control my sister's illness with a few silver needles. Aren't you quacks?"
The scene suddenly became quiet, and all the experts looked at each other. In their opinion, as long as Shen Muqing got sick, she would definitely die. How could she be controlled with a few silver needles?
Shen Muyang seemed to feel that the blow was not enough, and continued to sneer, "I know you don't believe it, and you are not convinced. Director Huang, show them my sister's examination report today and see if I'm telling the truth."
Huang Guangwei, who had been silent all the time, sighed, took out Shen Muqing's latest examination results, and smiled bitterly, "Look, this is indeed a miracle, a miracle created by a 22-year-old young man. Only seven silver needles were able to restore the expansion of the heart caused by dilated cardiomyopathy to normal. According to my analysis, dilated cardiomyopathy will not break out in a short time."
"This is impossible. The expansion of the heart caused by dilated cardiomyopathy can be restored to normal with a few silver needles. This is absolutely impossible. There is no scientific basis at all."
Director Liu of the cardiothoracic department of Renhe Hospital did not believe it at all.
"Silver needles, it seems to be Chinese medicine? This is simply pseudoscience. "
The one who spoke was John Mac, an overseas medical doctor from Puji Hospital. He had always thought that Chinese medicine was pseudoscience.
"What are you talking about? Don't forget your ancestors after drinking foreign knowledge for a few years. How can Chinese medicine be pseudoscience? Chinese medicine has always been linked to metaphysics. Yin and Yang, the five elements, Tai Chi and Eight Diagrams are broad and profound. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. "
Another doctor, Zhang, scolded angrily.
"Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs. Li Shizhen, Hua Tuo, Bian Que, these medical masters in history, which one of them is not a Chinese medicine practitioner? Do you dare to say that they don't exist? Young man, it's not good to worship foreign things. Don't forget that you are a Shenzhou man with black hair and yellow skin. Don't forget your ancestors. "
Doctor Hu scolded him angrily.
"Humph, I admit that Chinese medicine once existed, but after many wars in Shenzhou, the ancient medical skills have not been passed down at all. The current Chinese medicine is simply a means of fraud. There is no scientific basis to speak of. It is pseudoscience."
John Mac did not show weakness and retorted sharply.
"Western medicine and Chinese medicine are two completely different disciplines. There is a reason for their existence. There is no need to argue."
"I think John Mac is right. The Chinese medicine in history is really great, but what about the current Chinese medicine? Haha … "
"Are you kidding? What's the use of cupping, scraping, poking with a needle, and drinking some smelly Chinese medicine? We still need to learn Western medicine to save lives."
"You can't say that. Western medicine has its own function, and Chinese medicine still has a certain therapeutic effect in some aspects."
"Chinese medicine pays attention to nourishment. The curative effect is not obvious, but in fact, it can trace back to the source and find the root of the disease to cure it. Western medicine treats the problem where there is a quick effect, but it doesn't cure the root cause. Each has its own advantages."
… For a while, the experts expressed their own opinions and quarreled. Some were partial to Chinese medicine, some were partial to Western medicine, some were impartial, and some were watching the joke with cold eyes.
The whole conference room was as noisy as a vegetable market. Shen Muyang's face became darker and darker, because until this moment, Shen Muqing's latest examination report was still in the hands of John Mac, and he didn't even look at it.
He, who had a bad temper to begin with, immediately flew into a rage and roared, "All of you, shut up!"
The scene suddenly became quiet. Everyone stared at him and was about to attack him.
Shen Muyang didn't wait for them to speak. He pointed his index finger at John Mac and said coldly,
"Fake foreign devil, when you slander Chinese medicine, I think you'd better look at my sister's latest examination report before you speak. If you dare to talk nonsense again, believe it or not, I will throw you down by your ankle now."
John Mac wanted to be brave and say, "Try if you have the guts," but when he saw the murderous look in Shen Muyang's eyes, he didn't dare to say anything for a long time.
This was the eighth floor. If he was really thrown down by this rude guy, he would definitely die.
A wise man knows better than to fight when the odds are against him. John Mac comforted himself in his heart, and then he obediently looked at the latest examination report.
Doctor Hu was greatly relieved. Although Shen Muyang was not likeable, he decided not to argue with this brainless idiot for the sake of his support for traditional Chinese medicine.
"How, how is this possible? Is this really treated by Chinese medicine? "
John Mac picked up the previous examination report and compared it. His face became extremely ugly, and he muttered to himself in disbelief.
"Of course, when my sister was sent to the hospital, even the silver needles had not been pulled out. Now they are still stuck in her chest."
Shen Muyang said proudly, and his face suddenly changed. "Oh no, I don't know if the silver needles can be pulled out. They can't be stuck like that all the time, can they?
What if there are side effects if the needles are not pulled out? " For the first time, Shen Muyang felt regretful. If he had known this, he would have been gentler and waited for the guy to pull out the needles.
At the same time, Ding Ning, who was in the intensive care unit, was also worried that the seven silver needles would not be pulled out. The needles should be kept for 12 hours. At that time, he did not pull out the needles because of this.
Once the needles were pulled out before the time was up, the girl's disease would immediately break out again. I hope they are not so stupid.
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