"Impossible. Although the ab blood type is a universal combination, antibodies will still be produced between various red blood cells and plasma. You just gave him a blood transfusion with such a large dose, and normal people can no longer bear it!" Feng Yuanrui argued.

I had expected you to say this long ago. Xia Yunshen looked at Feng Yuanrui. Although this girl couldn't dress up, her body proportions were simply perfect. She looked one of the best people in the hospital. It would be better to tease her well.

Xia Yunshen stepped forward and said, "Of course I noticed the problem of hemolyticism. The one I just applied to the patient's wound was my exclusive secret Zifu San, which has miraculous effects on healing trauma. If you don't believe it, you can recommend the patient to check it out. If he has any adverse reactions after surgery, I will lose this time."

Last time, Ren Hanbing also half-believed and half-doubtedly recommended the patient to go for examination, but the final result was that he returned in vain. Feng Yuanrui took the test sheet and looked frustrated and came to the isolation room and said, "You win, tell me, I will listen to you whatever I want."

"It's not over yet. Doctor Feng still remembers the bet between us?" Long before treating this patient, because of Fang Geyin's mother, Xinwai and the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine made a bet. When it comes to this, Feng Yuanrui was so angry that he was so angry that Xia Yunshen not only slapped him in the face last time, but also insulted the entire cardiac surgery department.

Zhong Lixing, who was standing beside him, couldn't stand it anymore, so he reached out to stop him and said, "Director Xia, Doctor Feng is still young and lacks qualifications. If you lose, you lose. She has already surrendered. If you have to forgive others, please forgive me."

Zhong Lixing and Jiang Qingcheng spent a high price to hire an extra-thoracic expert from Europe, and they were always like Taishan Beidou outside their chests. Zhong Lixing came forward to plead, which was enough to give face to the Chinese medicine department. Yang Zhenjun took Xia Yunshen's arm and whispered: "Good nephew, please stop when you see it is good. It's not good to offend too many people."

"What's wrong with it?" Xia Yunshen said disapprovingly: "Professor Zhong has been living in Europe for many years and naturally has an in-depth understanding of Western medicine. But people are going to return to their roots after all. I don't know how much Professor Zhong knows about his own Chinese medicine? The bet between Dr. Feng and I was not fighting for a moment, but to attract people's attention to traditional Chinese medicine."

The serious attitude and passionate remarks made Zhong Lixing feel a little appreciative of Xia Yunshen. He replied slowly: "I live abroad all year round and know very little about traditional Chinese medicine. Let's do this. Since Director Xia is determined to fight for a win or lose, then I will fight with Doctor Feng. If you win, I will take you as your teacher. If you lose, we will exchange our skills with each other, what about?"

"Okay! He's a cheerful person. Today is the Chinese medicine publicity day. There are many patients in the Chinese medicine department now. My rules are very simple. I will choose a patient and give it to you Western medicine. You will send a Western medicine patient. We will use our own methods to treat it. See who can make the patient recover. If all are cured, then look at the patient's recovery time. Whoever wins. How about it?" Xia Yunshen asked confidently. He was also very looking forward to this competition.

Western medicine treats symptoms and traditional Chinese medicine treats the root cause, so relatively speaking, Western medicine naturally needs to be faster. This competition condition can be said to have created obvious advantages for Western medicine. It is also a bit overestimated by one's own weaknesses. Colleagues began to discuss it one after another.

After hearing this rule, Jiang Qingcheng was overjoyed. Now the Western doctor's face was saved. He raised his watch and looked at the time and said, "It's two o'clock in the afternoon. Doctors from both departments are asked to go back and prepare. They will start exchanging patients at three o'clock. The competition will be timed from now on. I am a witness to this game."

The vice president gave the order, and the doctors naturally began to go back to their respective departments to prepare. If the person who is most anxious now must be Yang Zhenjun. This nephew has always been meticulous in his daily life, and this time he made such an unwise decision. Yang Zhenjun followed along and said, "Are you shooting yourself in the foot? You are so smart, why can't you think it out this time? Nephew, I'll ask the dean again, do you think about it seriously?"

"Oh, Uncle Master, of course I have my plans." Xia Yunshen turned his head and said, "Anran, where is the patient I asked you to arrange? You can take him out of your heart."

"Is that patient with facial paralysis? OK." An Ran received the order and went to the diagnosis room to find the patient. When Yang Zhenjun heard that the patient was sent to him was a patient with facial paralysis, he felt relieved. Facial paralysis, commonly known as crooked mouth and oblique eyes, is a common disease in traditional Chinese medicine, but Western medicine can do nothing about this type of disease. Whether it is surgery or infusion, it will not be cured within ten days or half a month.

It arrived at three o'clock, and a bed was pushed into the diagnosis room of the Chinese medicine department. An Ran said panting: "I'm so tired, brother, this is a case. You don't know. When I sent it over, those people were so angry that they smoked and laughed to death."

"They are used to major surgery and open their chests at any time. Who is not angry when they see such a patient?" Xia Yunshen answered while looking at the medical record book. The patient sent by Western medicine is not simple, he is a patient with myocardial infarction.

Myocardial infarction is too common. Generally, it can be cured by thrombolysis treatment, but it is not so easy to use traditional Chinese medicine methods to take effect in a short period of time. Xia Yunshen wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "It's interesting."

In addition to acupuncture and massage, observation, hearing, and incision, traditional Chinese medicine has another most important thing, decoction. Xia Yunshen took out paper and pen, quickly wrote down the medicine and handed it to Yang Zhenjun and said, "Uncle Master, go and boil the medicine. Remember, after boiling it, you must let it cool down quickly, I have great use."

It was related to honor, so Yang Zhenjun naturally did not dare to neglect it, so he took the medicine slip and left. Xia Yunshen carefully observed the patient's physical characteristics, and then sat leisurely to the side in a daze. An Ran was anxious at this time. Seeing Xia Yunshen sitting down, he hurriedly grabbed him and asked, "Brother, what are you doing? You're not competing?"

"Bi. Do you want to see how their Western medicine treats it?" Xia Yunshen raised his lips gently and said, "Let's go, I'll take you there."

The two walked to the thoracic surgery department with a swagger. Feng Yuanrui prescribed medicine for the patient according to the proportion and had just started infusion. Seeing Xia Yunshen coming, Feng Yuanrui was immediately angry and said, "Is there anyone like you? Facial paralysis is a neurological disease, why should I send it to us for treatment! I'm so kind to send it to you a simple patient."
Chapter completed!