Dean Liu looked solemn and said: "The situation is not optimistic. We are in dire straits now! The mayor's father has been having a high fever, and the mayor's face is getting more and more ugly. It is obvious that he is dissatisfied with the doctors in our hospital."
"Many doctors in our hospital have treated Mr. Yun, but there is no effective way. We thought that Western medicine is not good, so we might as well try traditional Chinese medicine, so we invited all the famous traditional Chinese medicine doctors in Yuncheng to come, maybe we can find a cure.
The way to get sick.”
"I understand." Lin Pingan nodded.
"Doctor Lin, let's go, I'll take you in." Dean Liu said.
But at this moment, the elevator door suddenly opened.
An old man of about sixty came out from inside, wearing a gray and black Tang suit, with a slicked back hair, and an extraordinary bearing. He walked slowly forward with his hands behind his back, looking haughty.
There were two people on the left and right, protecting the old man in the middle.
Dean Liu saw the visitor and greeted him warmly.
"Doctor Tang, you're here too, that's great!" Dean Liu stretched out his hand and shook it warmly.
"Dean Liu personally greets me, I can't bear it." The old man said lightly, but the look on his face could not be humble and polite.
The old man in Tang suit is called Tang Haipeng. He is the owner of Tongji Hall in Yuncheng and a famous doctor with extraordinary medical skills.
"Yes, yes, Divine Doctor Tang, come with us in." Dean Liu made a gesture of invitation.
At this time, Tang Haipeng saw Lin Pingan, and Lin Pingan also saw him. The two looked at each other, neither of them looking down upon each other.
Tang Haipeng even snorted coldly, his attitude was very unfriendly.
When Xu Qingyun saw this scene, confusion appeared on his face.
Seeing Xu Qingyun's expression, Le Chengping lowered his voice and explained to him in a low voice: "This man's name is Tang Haipeng, a doctor from Tongji Hall in Yuncheng. Master and he have different medical concepts, so neither of them wants to see each other.
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When it comes to traditional Chinese medicine in Yuncheng, most people will think of Lin Pingan and Tang Haipeng.
Nanlin and Beitang are talking about these two people.
Ci'an Hall is located in the south of Yuncheng, and Tongji Hall is located in the north of Yuncheng.
Dean Liu saw something was wrong in the atmosphere and hurriedly said: "Let's go in quickly and take a look. We hope that Mr. Yun's illness can be cured as soon as possible."
Several people entered a luxurious ward together. The ward was clean and tidy, with all daily necessities and various furniture and appliances. It was more luxurious than some high-end apartments.
However, considering the status of the patient, it is not surprising that he can live in such a luxurious ward.
At this moment, several old Chinese doctors have come to the spacious living room. These are all famous doctors in Yuncheng.
Everyone basically knew each other. Lin Ping'an and Tang Haipeng walked up and exchanged a few words.
Lin Pingan was just about to introduce Xu Qingyun to everyone, when Dean Liu suddenly spoke, interrupting Lin Pingan's words.
"First of all, I would like to thank all the famous doctors for taking time out of their busy schedules to come here. I believe that everyone has heard about the special nature of this illness before coming."
"The hospital has organized an authoritative Western medical consultation and used various drugs, antibiotics, etc., but it still has no effect and the patient still has a high fever."
"Now, I have invited you all here because I hope you can cure the patient's disease. I hope you will do your best. Both Liu and Mayor Yun have placed their last hopes on you."
"There are patients' medical records on the table. Everyone can take a look at it first. If you want to check the pulse, you can take turns later."
As soon as Dean Liu finished speaking, everyone moved closer to the table, picked up the medical records on the table, and started looking at them.
The information in the medical record is very detailed, including the results of various examinations, what drugs were used, what reactions occurred, etc., all are recorded in detail.
All the Chinese medicine doctors in Yuncheng looked at this medical record seriously and gradually frowned.
Even Le Chengping stood beside Lin Ping'an, looking at the patient's medical records.
There is only one exception, and that is Xu Qingyun.
He didn't go up to see the medical records, and no one noticed him.
Xu Qingyun entered the ward alone. There was a bed there. Lying on the bed was an old man with gray hair. His face was red with heat. The old man was in a semi-conscious state and looked painful.
Xu Qingyun quietly approached the old man...
"How's it going? Do you have any treatment methods?" Dean Liu saw all the famous doctors in Yuncheng frowning tightly. He felt worried and asked nervously.
All the doctors heard the words, but still no one said a word or responded.
The patient had been seriously ill for more than ten days, and the hospital tried its best to treat him, but it still had no effect.
In addition, the patient's identity is unusual. He is the father of the mayor of Yuncheng City and a former mayor.
In this situation, no one dares to jump to conclusions. Many people think that they would rather do nothing than make a mistake.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became heavy.
Dean Liu's face gradually became ugly.
After a while, someone finally spoke.
The person who spoke was Tang Haipeng from Tongji Hall. He put the medical records in his hands back on the table, looked at Dean Liu, and said with a somewhat arrogant expression: "Dean Liu, what our traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes is looking, smelling, asking, and analyzing, and combining the four diagnosis and reference.
.I cannot draw any conclusions just by looking at this information. I must diagnose the patient’s pulse in person before I can give a treatment method.”
"That's right. To treat a disease, one must first diagnose the disease before drawing a conclusion."
"Yes, yes."
Many people agreed.
"Okay, the patient is in the ward inside. You can come with me, but don't make too much noise." Dean Liu said.
Then he led everyone towards the ward.
After everyone came in, they saw the patient. He was lying on the bed, half asleep and half awake. His face was red, which was caused by high fever. His face was haggard, and he was weak and weak.
Seeing this appearance, everyone was shocked.
These people were all doctors. Looking at the patient's appearance, they knew that if the delay continued, the patient might not survive two days.
"Famous doctors, please consult me!" Dean Liu said in a low voice.
Then a female nurse came in. With her help, everyone took turns to diagnose the patient's tongue, throat, heart, pulse, etc.
After some diagnosis, the old man seemed to be even weaker due to the torture.
During the whole process, Xu Qingyun kept leaning against the wall and watching.
Still no one noticed him. Even Lin Ping'an and Le Chengping were not focusing on Xu Qingyun at the moment. They were also diagnosing and thinking about the patient.
"Famous doctors have now come to diagnose the patient. Do you have any advice? Have you thought of a treatment method?" Dean Liu glanced at everyone and said.
While everyone was having a heated discussion, no one noticed that Xu Qingyun came to the old man's side again, stretched out two fingers, tapped several key points on the old man's body, and calmed him down.
Just now, the old man was diagnosed by everyone and was suffering a lot. When Xu Qingyun saw this, he couldn't help but help the old man to relieve himself.