side doctor

287,The illness is not serious

Christine Laing is a professor of brain medicine at the Royal Boothman Hospital in the UK. Last night she received an urgent email from her friend Vial Boman, saying that her friend Adams had an accident in far away China and was unconscious due to cerebral hemorrhage. Please

He gives the best treatment plan.

Christian Lane originally had a very important topic to study and did not want to waste time on such irrelevant matters. However, he had a good relationship with Vial Portman, and Vial Portman was an earl canonized by the Queen of England.

He had been provided with funds many times to conduct research on brain diseases, so I had no choice but to open the email to see what was going on.

The information sent by Vial Boman was very detailed, including brain fluoroscopic images, the preliminary conclusions and treatment plans drawn by Chinese doctors, and the judgment of the tumor shadow, etc.

The more Christian Lane read, the more interested he became. People like him would no longer be interested in ordinary cases. He happened to be studying the topic of how to suppress brain tumors, and spent a whole night studying Adams' condition.

It wasn't until around eight o'clock in the morning that Christine Lane finally came up with a rather problematic treatment plan. She rubbed her bitter and stinging eyes and said to herself: "Although China started relatively late in medical treatment, it can get

This treatment plan is already good, but there is at least an 80% chance of failure. If you follow this plan, you can have a 60% chance."

"The tumor is a problem. If it is really malignant, once surgery stimulates the cancer cells, it will spread easily, and I am afraid that I will not survive for five years."

He picked up the phone: "Forget it. God bless it is a benign tumor. The blood stasis is compressing the brain nerves. We can't delay it any longer."

Christian Lane dialed Vial Boman's phone and said: "Vial Boman, your friend's condition is very serious..."

Before he finished speaking, he shouted in disbelief: "What! Is it healed already?"

It took him a while to come back to his senses, and he couldn't help but sigh and said: "Your friend is so lucky. According to the treatment plan given by Chinese doctors, the success rate is only 20% at most, and the treatment plan I came up with.

Although there is a 60% success rate, if we want to send him back to the UK immediately and perform surgery on those Chinese doctors, the success rate will be reduced to less than half. The level of their doctors is relatively..."

Villarbomann couldn't help interrupting him, and said with a wry smile: "Adams' condition does not seem to be as serious as you said. A Chinese teenager just gave him an injection and recovered."

Christian Lane was stunned for a moment, and his tone suddenly became serious. He was only a quarter of German descent, but his character was as rigorous as the Germans. He said in a deep voice: "Viaal Boman. Are you not the same as the Germans?"

Am I kidding? Are you sure the fluoroscopic diagram you sent is his brain? How is it possible that cerebral hemorrhage can be recovered with an injection? What injection did he use? A newly developed drug from China?"

Vialbomann explained: "It's not that kind of needle, it's the Chinese needle, the very long needle."

He didn't know how to explain it to Christine Lane for a moment, as he didn't know anything about mysterious Chinese medicine.

Instead, Christine Lane reminded him: "Are you talking about the needles used in acupuncture in Chinese medicine?"

Vialpoman nodded repeatedly and said: "It was this kind of needle. He picked up the needle and inserted it into Adams' head. He saw blood flowing out, and Adams woke up."

"Impossible! Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" Christine Lane said three impossibilities in a row, and then said: "In Adams's case, the most suitable place for surgery is the forehead, where are the hard bones, and what about the acupuncture needles?"

It can fit in!"

In fact, Vialpoman did not see clearly how Wang Pengyu inserted the needle at that time. Anyway, when Wang Pengyu waved his wrist, the golden needle was inserted into Adams' head. He was so shocked that he could not remember whether Wang Pengyu inserted it into the temple or the forehead.

Being questioned by Christian Lane, his voice was a little unhappy, and he said in a deep voice: "I saw this with my own eyes, can I lie to you? Now Adams is having a physical examination. If you don't believe it, you can go to China to see it in person.

"

Christian Lane hesitated for a moment and then said: "Okay. Where are you in China now? I will go find you later."

Villarbomain hadn't thought that Christian Lane was really coming. If he didn't agree, this rigid old guy would definitely think that he was lying to him, so he had to tell him that he was in Pingshan City, China.

Adams only remembered that he and the Chinese man pushed each other a few times, and just as he raised his fist, he slipped and fell to the ground. Then he felt a pain in his head, and when he woke up, he found that he was in the hospital.

In fact, they knew that everyone was drunk, and it was impossible to say who was right or wrong. Wang Pengyu said that it was because of those people who rescued him, and that Tang Jianye and Zhang Qishan made peace through it. The British knew that this young man had deep connections in China.

Businessmen like them want to invest in China, so they naturally know some conditions in China. Even if they really want to pursue the case and the other party strictly enforces it, they will inevitably bear part of the responsibility. And even if the other party is sentenced to criminal law, they will not actually enforce it.

Unknowable.

Therefore, Adams generously stated that he would not hold Lei Datong and others responsible.

Wang Pengyu learned from Xiao Wei that it was actually just a misunderstanding, and it was really Lei Datong's fault. The British had some drinks. When they saw Song Jiafeng, they mistakenly thought she was the manager of the restaurant and asked her to come over and order drinks.

Lei Datong cursed a few words, and someone on the other side happened to understand a little bit of Chinese, so he cursed a few words in reply, and the fight started.

Since the other party did not pursue the case, Wang Pengyu also said that he would pay for Adams' examination and treatment in the hospital, which was regarded as an apology for Lei Datong and the others.

The fat dean didn't know whether it was out of the doctor's good intentions or because he was afraid that Adams would be blamed for his illness in the future, so he kindly reminded him: "Mr. Adams, this... we did a cranial X-ray on your head and found that you have a brain fluoroscopy."

A shadow may be a tumor. If Mr. Adams has time, he can go to the hospital for examination after returning to China."

Zhang Qishan came from an academic school and was proficient in English. He once worked in the Ministry of Commerce. He also met these British businessmen when he was in the Ministry of Commerce. However, with his status, he would not act as a translator for the fat dean. It was his secret translator who

Adams knew it.

Adams smiled bitterly and said: "Actually, I already know this and have undergone a series of treatments. I just didn't want my family and friends to worry, so I didn't tell others."

Wang Pengyu understands most of English, and communication is not a problem at ordinary times. He suddenly said: "Although the drug you are using can temporarily inhibit cancer cells, the effect will become worse and worse. In our words, it is 'drinking a dove to quench your thirst.' Once the drug

If it fails, the cancer cells will spread wildly and enter the advanced stage in an instant, with a maximum life span of three months."

Adams looked at Wang Pengyu a little strangely, not expecting that this young Chinese medicine doctor could understand English. In his opinion, Chinese Chinese medicine doctors are all old-fashioned and very traditional people.

He shook his head and said: "There is no way to do this. This can delay the onset of the tumor for at least five years. If there is no treatment, the disease may occur and die within this year."

Adams's condition is much better than that of Feileker. At least he is only in the middle stage of brain tumor now, and it is much easier to treat. Especially Wang Pengyu's mana has greatly increased. With the medicine to nourish his vitality, it is estimated that he can be cured in a week.

He is currently refining magic weapons, refining blood pills, and practicing the Venus bone-tempering skill. He consumes an astonishing amount of money every day. Although Ye Xiao has just transferred the money, it is only a drop in the bucket. Chengda can now be regarded as his and the

Shared by Zhang Jinglei and the Liu sisters, although they won't say anything, it is not an option to keep withdrawing funds from Chengda. If there is insufficient liquidity, it will greatly affect the company's business and expansion.

Therefore, Wang Pengyu had to find other ways to make money. After thinking about it, he said: "If Mr. Adams can be trusted, you can call me and I will see if I can find a way to treat your tumor."

There are many people here, and Wang Pengyu doesn't want others to know that he can cure terminal diseases like cancer, so he plans to communicate with Adams privately.

Adams didn't know how serious his previous condition was, and unlike Vialbo and Man, who saw Wang Pengyu bleeding him with their own eyes, he didn't think Wang Pengyu could cure his terminal illness, but he still treated him out of politeness.

Wang Pengyu wrote the phone number, took the piece of paper he tore off and put it in his pocket. He nodded and said, "Thank you, Mr. Wang, for your kindness."

Looking at his casual expression, Wang Pengyu knew that he did not believe that he could cure brain tumors, but this was everyone's destiny. Whether he believed it or not, Wang Pengyu would not force him. Then he said goodbye to Tang Jianye, Zhang Qishan and others, and drove home.

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Back home, Liu Yuqian had already gotten up and was cleaning the house, while Wang Chengyuan was boxing under the longan tree in the front yard, and Black Tiger lay lazily on the ground basking in the sun.

Wang Pengyu simply had a fight with his grandfather, and just discussed fighting styles without using any inner strength. To be honest, when it came to a real fight, Wang Pengyu's martial arts cultivation alone was no worse than Wang Chengyuan's. If he added various auxiliary charms, such as the light body charm,

The King Kong Talisman, the Giant Power Talisman, etc. are even better than Wang Chengyuan.

Xue Dongqiang and Situ Yue appeared at the door of the courtyard together.

Last time Xue Dongqiang came to Wang Chengyuan for advice. After seeing Wang Pengyu, the master, come back, the number of visits to Wang's house increased. He happened to meet Situ Yue on the road who was going out to buy vegetables for lunch, so they went to the market together.

When Liu Yuqian saw Situ Yue coming back, she immediately put down the broom in her hand and walked over quickly to pick up the vegetables, herring and other things that Situ Yue was holding. She smiled and said, "Sister Situ is back. Just give me the vegetables. Situ

Sister, take a rest."

Situ Yue smiled and did not give the dish to Liu Yuqian: "It doesn't matter, I'm used to it. Speaking of which, Xiaoqian, you are still a guest, so how can I trouble you."

Xiaoqian smiled and said, "No trouble, Sister Situ and I will come together and let's see who cooks the best food."

Wang Pengyu couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw them walking into the house with smiles. Wang Chengyuan looked at him with a half-smiling expression.!~!

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