At 7:30 pm, there were still crowds in front of the emergency department outpatient building of Jinling Puhua Hospital.
In addition to the group of Chinese medicine practitioners who arrived during the day, many of them had just arrived at the scene, and were chattering and talking nonstop in front of the building.
The discussion content is nothing more than Mr. Gu’s condition and response strategies.
Even though it was getting late, no one wanted to leave.
Because they all know that if traditional Chinese medicine has no contribution to Mr. Gu's condition today, traditional Chinese medicine will become a laughing stock in the medical community of Jiangnan Province in the future, and even in front of Western medicine, they will not be able to raise their heads.
Thinking of this result, everyone was feeling a little heavy.
Although no one said anything on the surface, in fact, they were praying in their hearts, hoping that a genius of traditional Chinese medicine would appear to turn the tide and cure Mr. Gu.
Because only in this way can traditional Chinese medicine regain face and they can be proud in the future.
"Where is the origin of the young doctor Su mentioned? Why haven't I heard of this person in the traditional Chinese medicine industry in Jiangnan Province?" At this moment, a middle-aged man in Zhongshan suit,
I couldn't help asking curiously.
Another middle-aged female doctor in a white coat shook her head and frowned: "I have never heard of it. It seems to be a young doctor in Linjiang. But since it was recommended by Mr. Su, maybe it will really appear.
Miracle."
Hearing her words, Dr. Wang from the Affiliated Hospital of Jinling University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, who was standing aside with a gloomy face, sneered and said disdainfully: "Miracle, how could there be a miracle? Do you know what Mr. Gu is in the current situation?
If it weren't for Mr. Su's Huiyang Jiu Needle to support him, he would have died of anger long ago."
As he spoke, he shook his head and said disdainfully: "It's not me that I'll attack everyone. Mr. Gu is already dying. Unless the gods descend to earth, we ordinary people will have no power to turn the world. As for that little doctor Su, we are here.
It's also useless."
As soon as he said this, the doctors around him nodded in agreement.
After all, even the existence of the old miracle Doctor Su and the old miracle Doctor Zhou, who can be called the ceiling of the traditional Chinese medicine industry in Jiangnan Province, is powerless to Mr. Gu's condition. What role can he do if he invites a junior now?
Faced with these comments, Su Tongsheng always closed his eyes and said nothing.
In fact, he regrets recommending Su Tie to come now. After all, recommending talents but not doctors. If Su Tie can't do anything to Mr. Gu's condition, it would be equivalent to harming the other party.
But he had no choice but to do anything, because he knew that the only people who can justify traditional Chinese medicine in the entire Jiangnan Province were Cypress.
Just as he was thinking, several foreigners wearing white coats and blonde hair suddenly walked out of the outpatient building.
Walking on the far left, a tall foreigner wearing gold-rimmed glasses stepped to Chen Tongsheng and several young doctors at Puhua Hospital, and said a few foreign languages in a gusto.
Although he couldn't understand what he meant, Su Tongsheng could feel that the situation was not good when he saw the other party's face was heavy.
"Old Su, his name is Jack. He is my colleague and an expert in brain diseases in our Puhua Hospital. He just joined hands with several experts from the Mold Country to diagnose Mr. Gu in detail and concluded
The conclusion is very bad, and there is basically no hope." Chen Tongsheng sighed.
Although he had expected this result, Su Tongsheng's heart suddenly sank after hearing Chen Tongsheng's words.
After hesitating for a moment, he hurriedly said, "Can you wait any longer? Doctor Su Xiao hasn't come yet. I want to wait until he has seen it before talking."
"This...is no need. Mr. Gu's various indicators have... To put it bluntly, he is equivalent to a corpse now. I'm afraid that the arrival of the young doctor Su you mentioned will be useless. I'll let me know.
Mr. Gu comes to see Mr. Gu for the last time." Chen Tongsheng said helplessly.
Although he respects traditional Chinese medicine, he also knows that no matter how mysterious Chinese medicine is, it is impossible to revive the dead, because although Mr. Gu still has a breath now, it is actually no different from dead people. Not to mention traditional Chinese medicine, even the most advanced medicine in the world,
There is nothing to do.
Just as he was explaining with Su Tongsheng, another burly foreigner who had just walked out of the outpatient building with Jack suddenly stepped forward and asked in a deep voice in poor Chinese: "Doctor Chen, who are they?
You probably aren't a doctor from your Phu Wah Hospital?"
"Oh, they are traditional Chinese medicine doctors, and they are all here to help treat Mr. Gu." Chen Tongsheng replied hurriedly.
"Traditional Chinese medicine, I heard it right?" The foreigner suddenly showed an extremely exaggerated expression, and then shook his head repeatedly and said, "Doctor Chen, can the pseudoscience of traditional Chinese medicine cure diseases?"
Hearing his words, Su Tongsheng couldn't help but frowned and said in a deep voice: "Doctor Chen, who is this?"
"Mr. Su, he is an expert in parasite diseases in Mold Country. I specially invited Mr. Gu to treat Mr. Gu. Maybe he has some misunderstandings about traditional Chinese medicine, please don't mind." Chen Tongsheng replied embarrassedly.
I was also a little dissatisfied with Paul's words. Although he worked in Phush Hospital, he was also a Chinese. How could he feel good when he heard a foreigner's traditional medical skills in insulting his mother country?
However, the Chinese medicine doctors did not show too much attention now, and he was really unable to refute it, so he could only endure his anger.
Paul refused to give up, and waved his hand quickly and said loudly: "Doctor Chen, I am not a misunderstanding. I have been studying traditional Chinese medicine for two or three years. Acupuncture and pulse are all deceptive, and there is no scientific basis, so don't say it.
It is a blessing to cure diseases and save people, but it is better not to harm people."
Because Paul intended to raise his voice, even though the scene was a little noisy, his words still caused an uproar.
"It's so embarrassing. We are a Chinese, and our traditional medical skills were insulted by a foreigner. No one can stand up and rectify our ancestors. We are really ashamed of our ancestors."
"That is, as the heirs of traditional Chinese medicine, we can only allow outsiders to insult us, but have no ability to change. What will we see in the past hundred years?"
The Chinese medicine practitioners were already very badly today, and Paul’s words now made them even more ashamed. Some young people even began to doubt Chinese medicine.
"If you know some of the basics of traditional Chinese medicine, you will speak loudly. Who gave you the courage?" At this moment, a loud voice suddenly came in from the crowd.
Then, a tall and plain-dressed young man walked into the crowd.
He looked calm, his face was full of confidence, and he looked confident.
With his appearance, the scene immediately became silent...