"I've seen all those Western medicine doctors from foreign countries. Their instruments are very advanced. These doctors must have real talent and knowledge."
"But... Western medicine and Chinese medicine share the same principle: the cause of the disease is unknown and cannot be cured."
"I estimate that in the past half month, these Western doctors have probably done nothing. They just kept checking and looking for the cause of the disease."
"Otherwise, it would be impossible to treat him for half a month and still look like a ghost."
Jiang Qiu sat on a chair and sipped tea slowly, and what he said made Pu Yanran nod secretly.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside the door, which seemed to be a man talking angrily.
"What!? We still need to conduct inspections? We can't do it in China?"
"What a fucking fart! My dad is already eighty, is it possible that he still wants to go abroad? Isn't this putting his old man to death?"
Jiang Qiu raised his eyebrows, realizing that this might be Zhang Minnong's son speaking.
The housekeeper stood next to an angry middle-aged man and translated the roar just now to several foreign doctors.
Of course, that curse word was not translated.
A foreign doctor frowned and spoke in very serious English.
"Mr. Zhang, we understand your mood."
"But your father's condition is very serious. If the cause of the disease cannot be found out in time, I'm afraid the condition will continue to get worse."
"Considering that your father is indeed in a bad condition, there may be some problems if he goes abroad, so I can help you contact foreign medical device companies."
"Buying advanced testing equipment so that you can do inspections without going abroad costs an estimated US$5 million."
These words were translated verbatim by the butler.
The next moment, the middle-aged man completely exploded.
"How many!?"
"Five million dollars? A money grab, right?"
If this were converted, it would be an astronomical figure of more than 30 million!
Hearing this, the foreign doctor frowned and said seriously.
"Mr. Zhang! This examination is very important! Your father's condition really cannot be delayed any longer!"
"Are you going to watch your father's condition worsen just to save money?"
The middle-aged men laughed angrily.
He stared and said loudly.
"Are you kidding me? I don't need more than 30 million?"
"You are a bunch of trash. I came to you for medical treatment. Just one examination cost tens of millions! Half a month has passed and not even a single hair has been found!"
"Now we actually have to spend tens of millions on inspections. You guys are working together to cheat money, right?"
Hearing this, foreign doctors were also angry!
"Please watch your words!"
"I have said before, your father's situation is very special and very serious! If the cause of the disease is not completely understood, treatment cannot be carried out!"
"Getting checked is a necessary step!"
"This has nothing to do with our technology! Even if other doctors come, they will be just like us!"
The butler's translator was sweating profusely and smiling bitterly in his heart.
How can this be good?
At this time, just when the argument was about to escalate, the door to the side was suddenly pushed open.
Jiang Qiu smiled with his hands behind his back, glanced at Zhang Minnong's son, and smiled.
"How about you let me try?"
Everyone was stunned and looked at the young man who suddenly appeared.
Zhang Minnong's son pointed at Jiang Qiu blankly.
Before he could ask any questions, the butler on the side introduced him quickly.
"This is the miracle doctor Jiang Qiujiang."
"Do you remember what I told you last time, Mr. Pu in the field of Chinese medicine?"
"Divine Doctor Jiang is Mr. Pu's close disciple and the only successor to his mantle."
"And the one at the back is Mr. Pu's granddaughter, Miss Pu Yanran."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up and he quickly stepped forward to shake hands with Jiang Qiu.
"Divine Doctor Jiang! Hello, hello! What a surprise!"
"My name is Zhang Chehe!"
Jiang Qiu was stunned for a moment. The name given to the old Zhang family was quite poetic.
The old man’s name is Min Nong, which is the name of a poem, and his son took the first two words of the poem.
It was noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat was dripping from the soil.
It’s just...I don’t know if there is anything called Dangwu...it just doesn’t feel right...
Jiang Qiu felt weird inside for a moment, but still smiled on the outside.
After Zhang Chehe and Pu Yanran shook hands politely, they hurriedly asked.
"You just said you could try...meaning you can cure my father?"
Jiang Qiu smiled and nodded.
"That's right, I'm very confident."
Then he glanced at the foreign doctor with a confused face, smiled and shook his head.
"And it won't cost much, at least it won't cost tens of millions at once."
Hearing this, Zhang Chehe was immediately overjoyed!
"Okay, okay! Money is not a problem! As long as you can cure it!"
"Quick, quick! Please start!"
With that said, he pulled Jiang Qiu into the bedroom.
But immediately, those foreign doctors hurriedly stopped in front and shouted loudly with their eyes wide open.
"who is he!?"
"No idlers are allowed to enter the ward!"
"He can't go in!"
When the housekeeper saw this, he immediately stepped forward and said seriously.
"Guys, please get out of the way!"
"This Mr. Jiang Qiu is a miracle doctor in our field of traditional Chinese medicine! Now he will take over the old man's treatment, and you don't have to worry about it anymore!"
As soon as he finished speaking, those foreign doctors suddenly screamed and screamed!
"No! Our treatment has reached a critical stage. As long as the last step of examination is carried out, the cause of the disease can be determined! It will be cured immediately!"
"He can't treat my patients casually!"
"We have so many advanced instruments that can't do anything. What can their Chinese medicine doctors do? No! He can't go in. This will harm the patient!"
Everyone yelled to prevent Jiang Qiu from getting closer.
The eyes of the housekeeper and Zhang Chuhe suddenly turned cold. Pu Yanran frowned and said displeased when she heard the words of a few foreigners.
“Just because Western medicine can’t cure a disease doesn’t mean that Chinese medicine can’t cure it!”
Hearing this, the foreign doctors suddenly showed disdainful smiles on their faces.
One of the female nurses even spread her hands and said.
"I don't understand what better way Chinese medicine can do? Western medicine studies human beings down to the cells in detail, so there's nothing they can do."
"What's the use of Chinese medicine? Do you rely on your acupuncture and cupping? Hahahaha! Those things together are probably not as expensive as a screw on our equipment!"
Several other foreign doctors also laughed.
Obviously, none of them thought that Chinese medicine would be able to do something for Zhang Minnong, who was unable to do anything using so many precision instruments.
As the female nurse said, Chinese medicine does not have so many expensive instruments and medicines, and the total number of things used for treatment may not be as expensive as a screw.
But...is Chinese medicine really no better than Western medicine?
After Pu Yanran translated the female nurse's words to Jiang Qiu, she was about to retort, but Jiang Qiu on the side suddenly snorted coldly.
“The most fundamental pursuit of medical skills is to cure diseases!”
“There is no comparability between Chinese medicine and Western medicine, which is better or worse. Each has different effects.”
"You have spent tens of millions and still haven't even figured out the basic cause of the patient's disease. Are you still very proud?"
"Isn't it shameful that acupuncture, which Chinese medicine doctors can buy for only a few dozen yuan, can cure diseases that tens of millions of you can't do anything about?"
"Ha! I think it's you who are embarrassed!"
"Also! You can't represent Western medicine, and I can't represent Chinese medicine. What qualifications do you have to criticize the quality of two types of medicine?"
"Instead of having this free time, why not learn what politeness and respect are! What quality and education are!"
Jiang Qiu said something decisive. After saying this, he glanced at all the foreign doctors present, snorted coldly, and used his tall body to forcefully push away a few of them, and walked into the bedroom.
Pu Yanran translated Jiang Qiu's words, and her mood couldn't help but surge!
He raised his neck and followed Jiang Qiu proudly.
The faces of the foreign doctors all turned red and white, and they all felt their cheeks getting hot and dry!
