The two professors sitting opposite Jiang Hao were very surprised and couldn't understand how a good criminal police officer could be interested in Chinese medicine.
They couldn't help but become interested in Jiang Hao.
The two professors started some topics about knowledge related to traditional Chinese medicine, and wanted to test Jiang Hao's understanding of traditional Chinese medicine. However, Long Wentian couldn't talk about these questions at all, so he could only sit quietly and watch them talk.
Since Jiang Hao had learned a skill [Silver Needle Acupuncture] early on, when he was learning this skill, he had been systematically instilled with relevant skills and knowledge, so he could also speak clearly about some meridians and acupuncture points of traditional Chinese medicine.
Come.
The more the two professors chatted, the more they paid attention to it. It seemed that the little friend in front of them was not just talking. He had some ink in his stomach, but he was very partial to the subject. Apart from meridians and degrees, he didn't know any other Chinese medicine knowledge about treatment. This
Upon discovery, the two professors were amazed.
This is the first time I have seen such an interesting kid.
Through chatting, I learned that they set off from Nan Province to Shanghai to participate in academic discussions. Fate brought them together, so they left each other's contact information, saying that if Jiang Hao didn't understand anything in his future studies, he could leave them a message.
If I have time, I will reply as soon as possible.
Jiang Hao was naturally overjoyed. It would be even better if two professors endorsed him. If he could learn the medical skills of the game and combine them with modern medical skills, he could create medical skills that would be more acceptable to modern people, without exposing himself.
Isn’t it wonderful to achieve some goals and get the best of both worlds?
Just as everyone was chatting and having fun, suddenly there was an exclamation from the car next door:
"Dad, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me."
"Doctor, is there a doctor? Please help my dad."
This sudden cry for help interrupted Jiang Hao's conversation.
Because the two professors were doctors, they were naturally sensitive to these calls for help. Qian Jianguo sat in the aisle and immediately stood up and said, "Go and have a look."
"Let's go." Since Wen Xuejiang was sitting by the window, after Professor Qian got up and left, he immediately followed him.
The bounden duty of doctors is to treat illnesses and save lives. Now when they encountered a sudden patient on the high-speed train, the two of them stepped forward without hesitation.
"Everyone, please step aside. We are professors from the Southern Medical College. Let us go in and take a look at the patient's condition."
Wen Xuejiang said loudly as he squeezed in.
When the crowded onlookers heard that a doctor was coming, they immediately stepped aside to make way for the two professors to see the patient smoothly.
"Doctor, please help my dad. He was fine just now, but suddenly he started vomiting."
Jiang Hao squeezed in without much effort and saw an old man in plain clothes lying on the ground. Beside him, a middle-aged man asked two professors in panic, wanting to know what happened to his father.
Why did I faint suddenly?
"Come on, everyone, give way and make room. The patients need fresh air." Wen Xuejiang evacuated the crowd and looked at Qian Jianguo.
"The patient has fallen into a coma, with his mouth tilted and his face turning pale. This is likely to be a sudden acute cerebral hemorrhage." Qian Jianguo checked the patient's condition and came to a preliminary conclusion.
"What? Cerebral hemorrhage?"
As a professor, Wen Xuejiang certainly knows that cerebral hemorrhage refers to bleeding caused by non-traumatic intraparenchymal blood vessel rupture, accounting for 20% to 30% of all strokes, and the mortality rate in the acute phase is 30% to 40%.
This is only possible if the patient can get treatment in time, but where is he now?
Now on the high-speed train, the high-speed train that is running cannot stop.
"How long is it until the next stop?" Wen Xuejiang asked in a deep voice.
"There are still fifteen minutes until we arrive at Shencheng Station."
At this time, the conductor of the train also came to the scene. Seeing that a doctor was providing first aid at the scene, his nervous mind calmed down a little. When Wen Xuejiang asked about the next stop, he immediately answered.
"Contact the Shanghai Emergency Center immediately and ask them to arrange an ambulance. Notify the traffic police team to evacuate the road, open the green channel of the hospital emergency room and the high-speed rail station, and be sure to send the patient to the hospital for rescue as soon as possible."
"Yes." After hearing Wen Xuejiang's command at the scene, the flight attendant seemed to have found a backbone, and immediately agreed and went to contact him on the phone.
Seeing that she had already contacted him, Wen Xuejiang turned around and asked Qian Jianguo: "There are still fifteen minutes left to arrive at the station. Plus the patient's delay on the road, even if the green channel is opened, it is estimated that it will take ten minutes to reach the emergency room of the hospital. Do you have
Are you sure?"
When he heard that it would take so long to be sent to the hospital, Qian Jianguo immediately sentenced the patient to death in his heart.
Although it is cruel, the reality is that although he is a doctor and a professor of medical school, it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. There is no first aid equipment on site, and the patient has acute cerebral hemorrhage. What can he do?
"It's too late, the patient can still hold on for ten minutes at most..."
"Doctor, I beg you, please save my dad. I can't live without my dad. I kneel down for you. Please save my dad."
When the patient's son heard that his father could only hold on for ten minutes at most, but even if he arrived at the hospital at the fastest speed, it would still take twenty-five minutes, his spirit collapsed. He knelt down in front of the two professors and begged them.
Show great mercy and save your father.
But, is it useful?
If you ask for it, it will be useful.
Who will try harder?
Isn't it better to pray to Buddha?
The two professors were used to seeing each other through life and death. Even though their hearts were strong, they were still a little shaken.
He shook his head slightly and said nothing.
It is as if the patient is pronounced dead, as if he is lamenting his own powerlessness.
"No, my father will not die. You must have a way. Please think of a way again. I beg you."
The patient's son cried heartbrokenly, holding his father in his arms regardless of the vomit on the old man's body, unwilling to let go.
"The golden rescue time for acute meningitis is too short. Every minute it is delayed, the patient's mortality rate increases by several percentage points. Twenty-five minutes is really too long." Wen Xuejiang didn't know how to comfort the filial son in front of him.
It is really a painful suffering to have a loved one slowly lose their life in front of your eyes.
Jiang Hao witnessed all this with his own eyes. The heartbreaking cry and helplessness of the patient's son also deeply hurt Jiang Hao's heart.
Although he killed countless people, it does not mean that he is cold-blooded.
The people he killed were all deserving of death, people who had committed the most heinous crimes.
He didn't know if his skills could save the old man, but he wanted to try, what if he could get these twenty-five minutes?
So Jiang Hao squeezed through the crowd, took a step forward, and said in a deep voice:
"Two professors, I want to give it a try."
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