The rules of the second competition are also very simple. The two use their own methods. As long as they can find out the patient's symptoms and prescribe the right medicine, they will win.
If both of them find the disease and prescribe the right medicine, then see who takes the shortest time.
When Zhong Xiaowei saw the competition begin, he naturally stopped thinking about where he had heard this name and immediately looked at the patient in the wheelchair.
The patient was in a daze. Zhong Xiaowei took a flashlight and observed the patient's pupils.
Without any examination equipment or results, Zhong Xiaowei frowned slightly and could only guess what disease the patient was suffering from based on his condition.
"I know what disease he has and how to treat it."
However, just when everyone at the scene was at a loss and didn't know where to start, a voice suddenly sounded at the scene.
In the silent conference room, the sudden sound attracted the attention of many people.
Zhong Xiaowei was also stunned and looked at Chen Fan beside him in surprise.
"You said you knew what disease he had?" Zhong Xiaowei asked in disbelief, confused.
"Dr. Zhong, are you kidding me? This one has no results and the second one can't be checked. What can he know?" Sun Mingshan, not far away, looked disdainful.
Many people at the scene also showed contempt, and did not believe what Chen Fan said.
At this time, the middle-aged man standing on the stage came over: "Are you sure? If you answer wrong, you will be eliminated, and he will be the winner."
When Zhong Xiaowei heard this, his face suddenly showed joy and he looked at Chen Fan beside him.
"I'm sure." Chen Fan nodded confidently.
Zhong Xiaowei couldn't help but give Chen Fan a thumbs up, thinking that Chen Fan was trying to let him win, so he deliberately stood up.
"Young man, today's competition is over, I must treat you to dinner!"
Chen Fan glanced at Zhong Xiaowei and said nothing.
"This Zhong Xiaowei, I really don't know what shit he stepped on. He got the five million for sure!"
"Oh, who would let my life be so lucky when I meet a guy like this?"
Many people at the scene showed envy and jealousy. They all understood that they could not figure out the patient's condition. How could Chen Fan know what kind of disease this patient had?
The middle-aged man smiled calmly: "Doctor Chen, please."
Chen Fan stepped forward, looked at the patient who was in a trance and said: "He is in a trance, there are traces of vomiting on his collar, his neck is stiff, and his expression is sometimes painful. From these symptoms, it is not difficult to see that he is suffering from ventricular inflammation."
"Ventriculitis?!"
When everyone heard this, they all looked at the patients Chen Fan and Zhong Xiaowei.
All four symptoms were consistent, but if they didn't look carefully, it would be difficult to find the traces of vomit left on the collar.
"Oh, why didn't I think of that!" After hearing Chen Fan's analysis, Zhong Xiaowei slapped his forehead with a look of annoyance on his face.
But he was also shocked. He didn't expect that this young man could observe so carefully!
"Yes, he is suffering from ventriculitis." The middle-aged man nodded, confirming Chen Fan's guess.
After it was confirmed, the scene was in an uproar again, and the doctors who had looked down on Chen Fan before were also full of surprise.
Sun Mingshan, who was not far away, still had a look of disdain on his face. In his opinion, Chen Fan was just a blind cat and a dead rat.
Sun Mingshan asked: "Dr. Chen, you just said that you know how to treat ventriculitis. As far as I know, the success rate of cure for ventriculitis is very low."
Everyone nodded. Ventriculitis is not meningitis. It affects the brain nerves of the human body. It is a very difficult disease to treat.
"Not only do I know how to treat him, I can also cure him." Chen Fan looked at Sun Mingshan and responded.
"Hahaha!" Sun Mingshan burst into laughter.
Then he pointed at Chen Fan and said: "This guy is really arrogant. He actually said that he can cure ventriculitis!"
Many people looked at Chen Fan jokingly, naturally not believing that Chen Fan could have such an ability.
"Dr. Zhong, congratulations, you will be the first among us to advance to the next competition." Someone at the scene had already begun to congratulate.
The smile on Zhong Xiaowei's face never stopped, and he naturally knew that it was impossible for Chen Fan to cure the ventriculitis.
Chen Fan didn't talk nonsense, but went directly to the patient's wheelchair and asked the middle-aged man: "Can I treat it?"
"Yes, but if you want to treat the patient, you must bear the corresponding responsibility. If anything happens to the patient, you will be fully responsible." The middle-aged man responded.
Chen Fan nodded, and then several silver needles appeared in his hand.
"Silver needle? Haha, I didn't expect this kid to be a Chinese medicine doctor." Sun Mingshan couldn't help laughing when he saw this.
In terms of brain medicine, only Western medicine is authoritative. They have really never heard of Chinese medicine treating ventriculitis.
I saw Chen Fan holding his breath and concentrating, and several silver needles were directly inserted into the patient's head.
The technique was fast, accurate and ruthless, without any sloppiness.
There were also several well-known elderly Chinese medicine practitioners at the scene. When they saw Chen Fan's technique of inserting the needle, they were all amazed by Chen Fan's technique of inserting the needle.
A few silver needles fell, and the patient's original painful expression disappeared instantly.
However, I am still a little dazed and my consciousness is a little unclear. This is because the inflammation affects the nerves in the brain.
Chen Fan used silver needles to continuously stimulate the patient's brain nerves, and at the same time used several other silver needles to eliminate the patient's inflammation and unblock the patient's veins.
"ah!"
Suddenly, a scream echoed through the conference room.
"Boy, you're done." At this time, Sun Mingshan said again with gloating.
But just as Sun Mingshan finished speaking, the patient's screams suddenly stopped. He slowly straightened up with a cold sweat on his face, sat in a wheelchair and looked around.
"What's your name?" Chen Fan asked.
"His consciousness is no longer clear now. It's strange that he can answer you. After what you just did, the patient may be in danger." Sun Mingshan murmured jokingly.
"I, my name is Ma Chao, are you a doctor?"
But at this moment, the patient gasped and asked Chen Fan.
Suddenly, the scene fell silent, and everyone was stunned for a while.
Chen Fan nodded: "Yes, I am a doctor."
Sun Mingshan, who was still mocking Chen Fan just now, also opened his mouth in shock, with disbelief on his face: "This, how is this possible!"
Sun Mingshan didn't believe it and quickly came to the patient's side.
First, he announced his home arrogantly, and then extended two fingers to the patient: "I am Sun Mingshan, the director of Jinghua Brain Hospital. Let me ask you, how do you feel now? How many fingers are these?"
Ma Chao was stunned for a moment, looked at Sun Mingshan strangely, then looked at Chen Fan and asked: "Doctor, is this old man sick? I'm not blind, why is he asking me this?"
One sentence made Sun Mingshan's old face turn red immediately!