Listening to so many people talking about whether they wanted to cut out their kidneys or their livers, the old man's face turned blue under the protective shield.
"My old man said that you are not good at Western medicine. The organs growing in the human body have their own functions. How can you cut them randomly?"
The old man pushed his way to the front and looked at the so-called experts with a rather boastful look.
"Patients come to the hospital to treat their diseases. They are not allowed to use knives on them at will. Their bodies and skin are affected by their parents. You have been drinking foreign ink since you were a child and eating all the things of your ancestors into the dog's belly.
." The old man became more and more angry as he watched those people talking.
Zhang Dagang, who was standing at the back, touched his nose and was speechless.
The old guys scolded them all they wanted, but why did they include those who accepted the inheritance?
"Old man, times are progressing. If we blindly follow the old ideas, then our average life span may still be around thirty or forty years old."
An older Western doctor explained in a good temper.
"That's right, Chinese medicine has been eliminated by the times. Old sir, please stop trying to get into trouble here. Why don't many hospitals now open Chinese medicine halls? They are all Western medicine."
Another man looked at the old man with disdain: "At least we can still issue a diagnosis. I'm afraid you Chinese doctors are helpless when faced with this situation now."
"Yes, if your Chinese medicine is so good, then you wouldn't call us Western medicine experts here." A female doctor took over the words: "To put it nicely, you are Chinese medicine, but to put it badly, you are charlatans."
The old man was suddenly besieged by more than a dozen Western medicine experts, and now he couldn't get a word in even if he wanted to.
"Ahem, everyone's prejudice against Chinese medicine is too deep. After all, we are all descendants of China. It's not good to worship foreigners so much."
After Zhang Dagang finished speaking, he looked at the old man who was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He raised his feet and walked towards him, slowly kneading his tiger's mouth and injecting a bit of dragon power to help relieve the bad breath in his chest.
The words "advocate foreigners and favor foreigners" sounded like a slap on the ears of more than a dozen experts.
"What do you mean by advocating for foreigners? Boy, you are going too far when you say this. If Western medicine is not good, how can it be the best in major hospitals?"
The woman's tone obviously became colder.
"That is, if you Chinese medicine practitioners were not charlatans, how could you have declined?"
Another middle-aged man was not to be outdone: "My coronary heart disease was cured after a stent was placed. Only Western medicine can save lives. Your Chinese medicine doctors can only treat minor colds at most."
Zhang Dagang reached out and took the man's wrist and checked his pulse, with a touch of disdain on his face.
"If my diagnosis is correct, you are still taking medicine, and you still have angina pectoris from time to time. You have to quit smoking, drinking and greasy food. Am I right?"
Zhang Dagang let go of the man's hand and said in a serious tone: "If you can't hold on for half a month, acute myocardial infarction will come to you soon."
Hearing Zhang Dagang's words, the man sneered: "I'm fine now. I know my own body better than anyone else. Chinese medicine can really deceive people."
Seeing that the man didn't believe it, Zhang Dagang shrugged helplessly, turned around and walked to the hospital bed.
Treating diseases and saving lives depends on the relationship between you and me. Since people don't believe it, why should they waste their words by talking so much.
The old man on the hospital bed was covered with tubes all over his body. Just looking at Zhang Dagang made his body ache.
He stretched out his index finger and thumb to feel for the old man's pulse, and a stream of divine dragon energy flowed into his body along the old man's blood vessels.
After detecting the situation inside the old man's body, Zhang Dagang couldn't help but take a breath of air.
All the organs in the old man's body have failed. If these drugs had not kept the old man alive, I am afraid that the old man would have died long ago.
"How's it going? Are you sure?"
The old man looked at Zhang Dagang's appearance and began to feel anxious, fearing that Zhang Dagang would shake his head and say that there was no way to save his life.
"There is a way, but I'm afraid it will take a little longer." Zhang Dagang thought for a while and already had an idea in his mind.
A dozen doctors looked at him and shook their heads with disdain.
If it were said that Zhang Dagang is now nearly 70 or 80 years old, they might really believe it, but the hairy boy in front of them probably doesn't have all his hair, so how can he possibly know Chinese medicine?
"As long as there is a way, it will be great if there is a way." The old man repeated it twice, with uncontrollable excitement in his eyes.
As long as this person can be saved, their Chinese medicine will slowly rise.
"Then can I perform acupuncture on this old gentleman now?" Zhang Dagang turned to look at the other dozen people.
Finally, his eyes fell on the surveillance camera on the top of the ward.
The man who was watching the surveillance paused. He waved his hand to the man in black behind him, and the man in black turned and walked out.
No one in the ward answered. After all, the person lying on the bed had an unusual identity.
The old man coughed twice in embarrassment. He walked closer and explained in Zhang Dagang's ear: "Now we don't have the right to treat the patients on the bed. They said that this time we are here to check the patient's condition so that we can formulate a plan."
Detailed treatment plan.”
Zhang Dagang looked at the patient on the bed who could obviously survive another two days, and could only temporarily give up the idea of treatment.
He had great respect for the old man lying on the bed.
As for the monitoring room, the man in black who had gone out had already appeared in the monitoring room with a stack of information.
The man sitting in front of the monitoring room looked through Zhang Dagang's information in his hand and saw Zhang Dagang's unremarkable identity on it, a flash of contemplation flashed in his eyes.
"First arrange for them to return to the hotel, and postpone the treatment of the old gentleman for a day." The man closed the document: "Be sure to protect them, especially the doctor and Zhang Dagang."
More than a dozen people were arranged into military police cars, and the car drove slowly toward a nearby hotel.
Zhang Dagang closed his eyes and thought, and already had a complete set of treatment methods in his mind.
Although the power of the divine dragon in the body is as thick as a wrist, it is far from enough to treat an old man whose body functions have all failed.
"Doctor, I want to stay in the detention center for a night. Can you tell the superiors?"
The old man was stunned by Zhang Dagang's sudden question.
Seeing that Zhang Dagang didn't seem to be joking, he didn't ask any questions. He directly took out his mobile phone and dialed a number and expressed his request.
The other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and finally agreed.
The car that was originally heading to the hotel slowly drove towards the Public Security Bureau.
"Old man, I'll go with you, otherwise I won't be comfortable staying in the hotel by myself." The old man came to Zhang Dagang's side with a smile: "I just happen to have a few more questions to ask you."
