Xu Jiangwan, dressed in a black cheongsam, nodded to Zhang Dagang.
If others were here for Charles, she, Xu Jiangwan, was doing it for Zhang Dagang's sake.
After Zhang Dagang rescued his mother last time, the two never interacted again.
I thought that through that favor, Zhang Dagang would take the opportunity to get into the Xu family, but I never thought that she was overthinking it.
Zhang Dagang also nodded politely to Xu Jiangwan.
At this moment, Tang Wanjun, wearing a white suit, also walked over.
Zhang Dagang smiled at her, and Tang Wanjun nodded with a smile on her face.
"Thank you all for participating in this medical seminar. I am Li Jinggao, the organizer of this conference!"
Li Jinggao's words attracted everyone's attention to the banquet stage.
Many people applauded sparsely.
"The purpose of holding this Chinese medicine seminar is to conduct a targeted study on uremia. What do you think?"
There were both Chinese and Western medicine practitioners at the banquet, and Jiang Shuai and Zhou Xingxing were also among the crowd.
"Xingxing, do you think Dagang can really cure uremia patients with traditional Chinese medicine?"
Jiang Shuai just found it unbelievable, considering that the kidneys of patients with uremia are necrotic.
Just like a person who can't breathe without a heartbeat, is it possible that Dagang is the reincarnation of Hua Tuo and can live to death with human flesh and bones?
Zhou Xingxing had reservations about this.
He tilted his head and pondered for a moment, then looked at Jiang Shuai and said seriously: "Traditional Chinese medicine is about mobilizing the organs in the body to operate, so that magic can defeat magic."
Ma Chuan heard Zhou Xingxing's ridiculous metaphor and mocked, "Zhou Xingxing, I'm afraid you've read too many novels!"
Zhou Xingxing also felt that this metaphor was a bit strange, but he couldn't say it was appropriate.
He glanced at Ma Chuan and continued to express his opinion to Jiang Shuai: "You see, Western medicine generally suppresses inflammation, just like the suppression of ancient kings fighting, but the suppressed small country always has the intention of rebellion. Do you think
Woolen cloth?"
Jiang Shuai's eyes lit up when he heard this: "I understand what you mean, Chinese medicine is to completely defeat small countries, while Western medicine is to suppress small countries?"
Zhou Xingxing clapped his hands in agreement: "Director Jiang is very right, that's probably what he meant!"
After hearing this, Ma Chuan said with disdain: "Then tell me, how to save a necrotic kidney?"
Zhou Xingxing was choked by this question: "How do I know? If you have the ability, you can ask Dagang!"
I wanted to ask Zhang Dagang, but Ma Chuan refused repeatedly.
Zhang Dagang is simply not in the ranks of normal people. It's a pity that he thought of Zhang Dagang as a powerful enemy at the beginning.
Thinking about it now, with Zhang Dagang's ability, he was undoubtedly an egg hitting a rock, and he would never be able to humiliate himself again.
As the three of them were talking, they found that Xu Nuo had been helped up.
All the people attending the banquet crowded around the banquet table and stretched their necks.
"Let's go, let's take a closer look." After Jiang Shuai finished speaking, he took the lead and walked over.
On the stage, Charles was meticulously examining Xu Nuo.
The Western doctors who came to participate stared at Charles without blinking.
They have contact with Charles on weekdays and only see videos about Charles on the Internet.
Seeing Charles examining patients at such a close distance was no different to them, so a live teaching session was held.
"Mr. Charles's inspection method looks so simple!"
"No, didn't you notice that he didn't miss a single step?"
"Oh, a genius is a genius, ordinary people like us can't compare to him!"
The Western doctors below were talking a lot, while Charles was concentrating on examining Xu Nuo on the stage.
Zhang Dagang also likes to watch Charles work. He looks very smooth and meticulous, which is simply pleasing to the eye.
Soon, the promised checklist came out.
Charles looked at the list and looked at Zhang Dagang worriedly.
"More than half of the patient's kidneys are necrotic, and the patient cannot survive for half a year without a kidney transplant."
As soon as Charles' words came out of his mouth, the whole place was in an uproar.
For such a serious condition, Zhang Dagang actually wanted to use acupuncture to treat it.
"Are you kidding? He is not planning to become famous, right?"
"I'm not sure. Some people like to take shortcuts. If someone is put to death, I wonder what they will do."
"That's right, you still make it so grand, you have the brains of a clubber!"
"Today, I, Lin Dong, put aside my words. If he can cure the patient, I will stand on my head and eat the cock!"
Lin Dong's words made many young people laugh.
The older Chinese medicine practitioners looked at Zhang Dagang with a hint of displeasure on their faces.
The status of traditional Chinese medicine in the medical world is already in jeopardy. If someone is treated to death this time, this matter may become serious.
"Does this young man really think that if he has some ability, he will be able to imagine that Hua Tuo is still alive and dead, with human flesh and bones?"
"Hmph, young people are really unstable. I saw that Zhongyong was hurt in the end!"
"Wound or not, our traditional Chinese medicine community has suffered another failure!"
Everyone below was talking a lot, all of which were distrustful of Zhang Dagang.
Charles looked at Zhang Dagang worriedly, walked over and leaned over to persuade him worriedly in his ear.
"Dagang, almost all of the patient's kidneys are necrotic, and other organs are also contaminated to a certain extent. Have you really considered this?"
"Don't worry, since I am willing to treat people in public, I have the confidence!"
Seeing Zhang Dagang's confident look, Charles was very curious.
Even if it is given to this patient, he will find it very troublesome.
Even if a kidney is transplanted, other contaminated organs will cause certain harm to the patient's body.
Even after a kidney transplant, he was not sure that the patient would really survive.
How could Zhang Dagang be so sure?
"I wonder if anyone is willing to come up and re-examine the patient?"
The crowd of Western doctors suddenly became noisy, and soon a young male doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses was pushed forward.
"I am a nephrologist at the Second Hospital. My name is Lin Dong. Can you check the patient?"
Zhang Dagang looked at Lin Dong with his eyes. He seemed to be as conceited as Ma Chuan.
"please!"
Lin Dong began to examine the patient, but his unfamiliar techniques made Charles frown many times.
Lin Dong finally completed the examination. Although his examination results were slightly different from Charles's, they were basically the same.
Everyone looked at Zhang Dagang in surprise.
"Young man, although you can be recognized by the Medical Saint, you can't be very strong when you're not sure!"
"Mr. Liu is right. If you don't have diamonds, don't take this porcelain job. We Chinese medicine doctors can't stand your troubles!"
"If you don't learn well and think about being in the limelight every day, I'm afraid the Medical Saint will be implicated by you!"
All kinds of unpleasant words came into Zhang Dagang's ears.
Zhang Dagang looked at these old stubborns who only stick to the rules and smiled coldly: "Without any effort, can Chinese medicine gain a firm foothold in the medical world?"