Mad Doctor

Wei Junzhi nodded to the nurse. He was already in charge of those critically ill patients. To put it bluntly, Ye Wutian had not yet taken office, and Wei Junzhi had already taken office first and had already devoted himself to the duties of consultant Ye.

"Consultant Ye, what do you think?" Wei Junzhi turned to look at Ye Wutian, waiting for Ye Wutian's answer.

"Go and have a look." Ye Wutian stood up.

Wu Qunsheng also stood up. Once those critically ill patients are in critical condition, the situation will be quite tricky.

As a doctor, it is his duty to save people. In this regard, Wu Qunsheng has always done a good job, but when faced with many illnesses, he is powerless, and in the end he can only watch the patient die.

The three hurried to the eleventh floor. The patient who was in bed number 89, an American woman, had advanced liver cancer.

Since the other party has undergone chemotherapy several times in the United States, the current situation is not very good. Not to mention the weight loss. From the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, the other party has no essence, qi, or spirit. His empty eyes are like gossamer. , her face was pale, and she lost her hair after several chemotherapy treatments.

Ye Wutian went up to check on the other party, picked up the inspection report and read it for a while, and then pinched the other party's wrist.

The matter this time is not a matter of Ye Wutian alone, not a matter of a simple doctor, but a contest between traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine, and even to a larger extent, this is a contest between countries, and countless eyes will look here. Looking at Dongcheng, looking at Ye Wutian, in a sense, Ye Wutian no longer represents him personally, but represents Dongcheng, China, and Chinese medicine.

Success or failure is here! So many patients flocked to Dongcheng, coming towards him Ye Wutian, but what about him? Will these patients be disappointed? Will it embarrass Chinese medicine? All in all, the world is looking forward to it, looking forward to a miracle.

"What's the situation?" Neither Wei Junzhi nor Wu Qunsheng can do anything about this kind of critically ill patient. In this case, from the perspective of Western medicine, it can only be chemotherapy for the patient. As for life and death, it depends entirely on the courage and luck of the patient. Many Things are simply out of control.

Ye Wutian let go of his wrist, turned his head and said: "The situation is not good. Judging from the current situation, the patient has been unable to support for long, and many organs in the body have been infected, which is quite tricky."

Wu Qunsheng is also a doctor himself, so he can naturally see how critical the patient's condition is. He doesn't want to be disadvantaged in his apprenticeship, but the patient in front of him undoubtedly tells him that it is not easy to handle.

"Is there any way?"

Ye Wutian did not answer immediately, but lowered his head and remained silent, thinking of a way with his mind turning extremely fast.

At this time, several people including the dean also rushed over. This battle was not only important to Ye Wutian, but also to Dongcheng People's Hospital, so the dean did not dare to be careless.

"Old Wu, Advisor Ye, how is the situation?" Dean Li Chunwan asked.

Wu Qunsheng shook his head gently, "The situation is not optimistic." After speaking, he pointed to Ye Wutian: "I'm trying to figure out a way."

Li Chunwan wanted to ask Ye Wutian, and when he saw Ye Wutian's pensive look, he held back, but turned around and ordered the two doctors behind him to help.

Ye Wutian, who had been pondering for a few minutes, finally came to his senses. He also found that the dean was beside him, and quickly said hello. He had a good impression of this Li Chunwan. He was a person who devoted himself to medical skills. This kind of person, It's usually worthy of respect.

"President Li, you are here." Ye Wutian said.

"Consultant Ye, you're welcome, work is important, how is the patient's condition?"

Ye Wutian replied: "No, I would like to ask, if you use western medicine for chemotherapy, how much will you be sure?"

Everyone didn't understand the intention of Ye Wutian's words, but the people present were all elites, the patient's condition was not optimistic, and they couldn't bear the pain caused by chemotherapy. .

This conclusion is not based on random speculation. The patient has undergone chemotherapy several times in the United States, and the effect is not very satisfactory.

"Feed this to the patient, it will dissolve in water." Ye Wutian took out a pill and handed it to the nurse, and then gave a prescription, "Let someone get the medicine right away."

Wei Junzhi hurriedly followed Ye Wutian's request. At this time, his assistant was quite conscientious.

"Prepare another nurse, you must be stronger." When Ye Wutian was speaking, he had already walked to the bed and pressed the patient named Ruth himself.

In the dark, Ye Wutian was running Xuanyuan Zhenqi. The patient's body was so weak that a gust of wind could blow her to death, so what he had to do now was to restore the patient's energy.

"I'll do it, look at it. If you don't understand anything, just ask." Ye Wutian said to the female nurse.

The other party nodded, and then carefully observed Ye Wutian's technique.

Ye Wutian's action is very slow, and I hope the nurses can get started soon. For these patients, Ye Wutian can't take care of so much, so he took out his nameless technique, hoping it can be useful to the patients.

While pressing, explaining to the nurse, and cooperating with the operation of Xuanyuan Zhenqi, Ye Wutian soon sweated on his forehead. The patient's condition was very critical, so he didn't dare to relax or be careless.

Ye Wutian's idea is that after teaching this technique to the nurse, let her massage the patient twice a day for half an hour each time, which can rejuvenate the patient's muscles, promote blood circulation, and increase the amount of toxins. Emission, of course, without the cooperation of Xuanyuan Zhenqi, the effect is naturally greatly reduced.

After the ten-minute explanation, the nurse realized six points. Ye Wutian was very satisfied with this, and he thought that this nurse still had a certain understanding.

The pills were also fed to the patient to swallow with water. What made everyone happy was that the patient's pale complexion was significantly more rosy than ten minutes ago. This was a welcome change, although everyone didn't know that it was a pill. The role is the role of massage, or both.

Ruth, who had recovered a little bit of energy, showed a grateful expression to Ye Wutian, and Dean Li hurriedly asked the other party's feelings in English.

After some conversation, Dean Li said to Ye Wutian with a smile on his face: "Consultant Ye, the patient said that she felt in good spirits, and also said that she hadn't felt so comfortable for a long time."

Ye Wutian knew why, because the refreshing pill had an effect, and the massage just now relieved her pain, so the other party would feel comfortable.

"Master Ye, thank you." Ruth suddenly spit out this sentence in her blunt Chinese.

Ye Wutian was stunned for a moment, but they didn't expect the other party to speak Chinese. Although it was very non-standard, it moved everyone very much, and everyone could feel the sincerity from the other party.

After nodding slightly towards the other party, Ye Wutian said, "Have a good rest."

"Am I saved?" The other party said another sentence in Chinese.

Ye Wutian smiled: "Ms. Ruth, do you believe me?"

The other party nodded, "I believe it."

"Since you believe in me, it's easy to handle. Do as I ask. I promise you that I will do my best to heal you. The premise is that you cooperate with me. Can you do it?"

"can."

"Okay, then let's make a decision." Ye Wutian said with a smile: "Now, take a good rest and maintain an optimistic attitude, it will be good for you."

About an hour later, Wei Junzhi walked in with a bowl of medicine in person. After asking Ye Wutian what he meant, Wei Junzhi rejected the nurse's kindness and fed the medicine to the patient himself. He was very careful and gentle throughout the whole process.

For Wei Junzhi, this is a good performance opportunity, how could he miss it? Leaving aside the fact that the dean doesn't say anything here, what's more important is that Ye Wutian is still here, this is very important, and now he needs to win Ye Wutian's favor, so he does this.

"President, there is an interview that a reporter from Dongcheng TV station wants outside." Dean Li's assistant whispered.

"Interview?" Dean Li was startled, "Why do you want to interview all of a sudden?"

"They said that today is Consultant Ye's first day in office, and they want to conduct an interview."

Hearing this, Ye Wutian was stunned, and after a long fuss, it turned out that those reporters were coming for him, but, how could the reporters know that he took office on the first day today? In order to avoid the reporters, he did not tell anyone that he took office today, but the reporters knew about it. This is a very interesting question.

"I don't accept any interviews." Ye Wutian said, "President, I will leave this kind of thing to you to deal with reporters. I really have no experience."

"Hehe, well, since Consultant Ye doesn't like it, let me deal with it. In addition, I guess the reporter will ask about the patient. What should I say then?"

Ye Wutian thought for a while and replied, "Achieving the expected goal."

Dean Li nodded, thinking to himself, how can this not deal with reporters? He is simply a person, not to mention his status as Ye Wutian, how could he have not dealt with reporters? That's all deception.

One sentence to achieve the expected goal is enough to whet the appetite of the world, and this sentence is very knowledgeable. How much is the expected goal? What is the expected goal? So all of this, the outside world does not know.

Shortly after drinking the medicine, Ruth felt hot and began to sweat all over her body, and the nurse next to her kept helping her to wipe off the sweat.

"Is this normal to sweat?" Wu Qunsheng turned his head to look at Ye Wutian.

"Normal, sweating is good for the patient." When Ye Wutian spoke, he had already pinched the patient's wrist, carefully savoring the pulse of the other party.

"It's warm and comfortable." Ruth showed a sweet smile. It's been a long time since she was so comfortable. How could the radiation and chemotherapy she received in the United States be so comfortable? Every time she vomited to death, and several times Ruth even wanted to kill herself.

Ruth knew that she had come to the right, and Ye Shenyi really had extraordinary means. No doubt, she was lucky to be given priority treatment by Ye Shenyi among so many patients. What is this luck?

Aside from anything else, even if Ye Shenyi really can't save her life in the end, it's worth it. At least, before she dies, she can feel as comfortable as a normal person, feel all the beautiful things, and let her have it. Short and happy memories, that's enough.