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"This happened a few years ago." Yan Mingzhen strongly suppressed the shock in his heart, and said, "Mr. Ye, how did you find out?"

"Didn't I just say that there are four diagnostic methods in Chinese medicine? Many people think that the diagnosis of Chinese medicine requires the combination of these four methods. Moreover, in clinical practice, most doctors do combine these four methods. .”

Ye Fan said.

"But in fact, when the medical skills of Chinese medicine reach a certain level, any one of the four diagnosis methods of Chinese medicine can diagnose not all problems, but at least [-] to [-]% of them can be diagnosed..."

Ye Fan originally wanted to say that any Chinese medicine diagnosis, once advanced to a certain level, can diagnose all problems [-]% of the time.

But when Ye Fan saw Zhang Yefu and Yan Mingzhen just based on what he said just now, he was already horrified to such an extent.

Under such circumstances, what Ye Fan said was relatively conservative.

"Since Mr. Ye can tell at a glance that I have chest pain and dizziness, can Mr. Ye see what these two problems are?" Yan Mingzhen asked again.

"Hidden coronary heart disease and Parkinson's disease!" Ye Fan said, "These two diseases are difficult to diagnose at your age, even with the most advanced equipment in the world today, because they are similar to real coronary heart disease and Parkinson's disease. , and there is a certain difference.”

"..." Ye Fan's words now completely shocked Yan Mingzhen, unbelievable.

For her latent coronary heart disease and Parkinson's disease, Yan Mingzhen had done countless checks in a series of top medical institutions at home and abroad before, but none of them were found out.

In the end, she was found to be occult coronary heart disease and occult coronary heart disease at Massachusetts General Hospital, which was founded in 1811, the earliest and largest teaching affiliated hospital of Harvard Medical School, and one of the three oldest hospitals in the United States. Parkinson's.

But even so, Massachusetts General Hospital is helpless.

But what Yan Mingzhen didn't expect was that at this moment, Ye Fan not only saw that he had two symptoms of chest pain and dizziness, but also said what kind of disease it was...

This is far beyond Yan Mingzhen's cognition.

If it wasn't the first time they met, and Ye Fan didn't have any plans for her, Yan Mingzhen would really have doubts. Ye Fan had investigated himself in advance, and the investigation was extremely careful...

This also made Yan Mingzhen finally understand why Zhang Yefu, a master of traditional Chinese medicine and Taishan Beidou in the field of Chinese medicine, had said such a thing before, and it also made Yan Mingzhen no longer have the slightest doubt about Ye Fan's medical skills .

It's just that when Yan Mingzhen thought of what he had done in front of Ye Fan before, Yan Mingzhen felt embarrassed.

She couldn't help but think that this young man in his twenties might really have a hope of being cured of her advanced gastric cancer...

"Am I right?" Ye Fan asked when he saw Yan Mingzhen's shocked and unbelievable expression.

"Mr. Ye, you are indeed right." Yan Mingzhen replied very devoutly.

"In that case, can I treat you now?" Ye Fan asked.

"Please." Yan Mingzhen bowed deeply to Ye Fan and said heavily.

"Professor Yan, you can't..." Seeing this scene, Ye Fan quickly supported Yan Mingzhen and said.

"Mr. Ye, I just now..." Yan Mingchao saw Ye Fan's clear and sincere gaze, but felt extremely guilty.

"I don't remember what happened just now." Ye Fan said indifferently, "Although I have a certain degree of certainty about your condition, your condition cannot be delayed at all. Let's go."

"Yes." Yan Mingzhen said heavily.

Although Ye Fan just said a few words lightly, it has already made him Yan Mingzhen's reliance, Yan Mingzhen's hope and even Yan Mingzhen's belief.

Not long after, a few people came to an intensive care ward of Tianfu Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. The warm water, towels, silver needles, alcohol cotton and other items needed for treatment had already been prepared in the room.

"Professor Yan." Ye Fan called.

"Yes." Yan Mingzhen didn't dare to neglect this time, and quickly replied respectfully.

"We will start treatment immediately." Ye Fan said, "However, because you have advanced gastric cancer, and the cancer cells have already spread and metastasized, there are many acupoints that need acupuncture, and some of them are quite special, so please change them. The clothes prepared by the hospital."

"Okay, okay." Yan Ming detected a loose dress on the hospital bed, and his face turned red, he took the clothes and entered the dressing room. After a while, only Yan Ming was seen. After changing his clothes, the detective came out, and said softly to Ye Fan, "Mr. Ye, I have changed."

"Well, lie on the hospital bed." Ye Fan said, "I'll help you."

"Thank you." Yan Mingzhen said gratefully.

"Ye, Mr. Ye..." After Ye Fan helped Yan Mingzhen to the hospital bed, Zhang Yefu, who was standing beside him, couldn't help shouting.

"Mr. Zhang, what's the matter?" Seeing Zhang Yefu's cautious and pleading face, Ye Fan asked.

"While you are treating Ming Detective later, can I stand aside and watch?" Zhang Yefu asked tremblingly.

This is the treatment of advanced cancer, and it is also an advanced cancer in which cancer cells have metastasized and spread.

At this moment, not to mention Zhang Yefu, a master of traditional Chinese medicine, he didn't want to miss it at all, even any medical practitioner in the world didn't want to miss it at all.

If Ye Fan can really conquer cancer in one fell swoop, it will be of great significance in the entire history of mankind.

But Zhang Yefu is also very clear that the inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine has always been more particular, and stealing from teachers to learn skills is also a major taboo of Chinese medicine...

"What do you think?" Seeing Zhang Yefu's trembling and cautious look, Ye Fan gave Zhang Yefu a blank look and asked very angrily.

"Sorry, I'm going out now." Zhang Yefu didn't hesitate any longer, said something very apologetic, and was about to leave.

However, the moment Zhang Yefu turned around, there was still a hint of loneliness and unwillingness in his old eyes!

But Zhang Yefu has no dissatisfaction or resentment.

As a master of traditional Chinese medicine, Zhang Yefu still knows the most basic rules.

"Mr. Zhang, what are you doing?" Ye Fan said seeing that Zhang Yefu had misunderstood him.

"Mr. Ye, you, what do you mean?" Zhang Yefu asked in surprise.

"Chinese medicine has been declining for thousands of years, and many medical skills have been lost. One of the fundamental reasons is that there are too many rules in Chinese medicine. What is passed on inside but not outside, and not passed on from male to female..." Ye Fan said, "I There are not so many rules here!"