The son-in-law of the beautiful president

Chapter 67

Cang Chen looked him up and down, and thoughtfully said: "You seem to have guessed my identity?"

Qin Feng didn't dare to hesitate, and hastily revealed to Cang Chen all the information about the Martial Arts Competition that his grandfather had told him back then.

Cang Chen narrowed his eyes suddenly, and murmured to himself: "It turns out that these news have spread like wildfire, so there must be something big happening in Qingshi at that time, and it seems that I won't be lonely anymore. "

"Hero, then I..."

Qin Feng tentatively asked: "Can I go?"

To stay with Cang Chen in front of him for a while longer, Qin Feng felt that it was a kind of torment.

It's really that Cang Chen's aura is too strong, just a simple look at each other can make him breathless.

Cang Chen glanced at him, and said indifferently: "Next time I encounter you bullying others, the consequences will never be as simple as today, get out!"

The word "roll" made Qin Feng get up as if he was being pardoned. He hurriedly got up and fled towards the school gate in three steps at a time.

"and many more!"

Cang Chen's sudden cry suddenly made him stand on the spot as if he had cast a holding spell.

But then Cang Chen's words made his heart fall back into his stomach again, and said: "Take these few of you away!"

Where did Qin Feng dare to say no, he quickly called to arrange staff.

"Cang Chen, you did a great job!"

Leaving the endangered building, Zhong Wenjuan looked at Cang Chen with eyes full of admiration, wishing she could hug Cang Chen and kiss her.

Fortunately, Cang Chen was prepared and kept a distance of at least [-] meters from her all the time, which prevented her from succeeding. As a result, she naturally rolled her eyes frequently from this girl.

"Jingle Bell……"

At this moment, Cang Chen's cell phone rang suddenly.

After connecting, Tang Shaoqing's slightly anxious voice said: "Cang Chen, come back quickly. There is a very difficult patient in the hospital. Dean Zhang hopes you can take action."

Qingshi No.1 People's Hospital.

When Cang Chen arrived, it was already 10 minutes later.

Dean Zhang didn't have time to explain to Cang Chen, so he dragged him towards the operating room, saying: "The patient's initial diagnosis is a distortion of the cerebellar pituitary gland, which causes memory loss, and has a tendency to transform into Alzheimer's disease... ..."

On the way, Dean Zhang briefly introduced the patient's symptoms to Cang Chen.

When the two rushed to the operating room, they happened to meet Zhang Mo, the director of the No. 1 civilian hospital, and Gu Feng, the director of the Chinese medicine branch, and they seemed to be discussing something intensely.

Seeing the two of them, Gu Feng's eyes brightened immediately and he said: "Cang Chen, you came at the right time. I just discussed the specific treatment plan with Dean Zhang. We both think that we can combine acupuncture and moxibustion with Western medicine, but who decides who The last time, I had a different point of view. I think Chinese medicine pays attention to observation, hearing and questioning. Although this point is not as accurate as Western medicine equipment, it is more in line with the fluctuating state of the human body, so it is more appropriate to use Chinese medicine as the mainstay and Western medicine as a supplement.”

"You don't come here," Zhang Mo retorted, "unless it is an acupuncture master like Cang Chen who can turn decay into magic, who can guarantee that his pulse diagnosis method is more accurate than computer equipment? Hmph, I miss you Dean Gu on this point." It can’t be done, right? But the crux of the problem is that Cang Chen is alone, and he needs to concentrate on acupuncture, so how can he have any other energy to judge the subsequent changes in the patient’s physical condition?”

"So, I think that Western medical craniotomy, supplemented by Cang Chen's acupuncture and calming mind, can effectively increase the success rate of this operation. Cang Chen, what do you think?"

After Zhang Mo asked, the two deans looked at Cang Chen expectantly, waiting for his conclusion.

Perhaps the two of them didn't realize it, but before they knew it, Cang Chen's weight in their hearts had even reached the point of being equal to them.

Cang Chen pondered for a while, before he said: "I have to wait until I have seen the patient before I can make a decision, but in my opinion, as long as Western medicine and Chinese medicine can cure the patient to the greatest extent with the minimum error tolerance rate, it is all right. Worth taking."

This sentence can be said to make Zhang Mo and Gu Feng feel uneasy for a long time.

The dispute between Chinese and Western medicine has a long history.

Western medicine pays attention to various detection instruments that are increasingly developed, while traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to changes in human meridians and viscera. The former relies on technology, while the latter relies on experience.

But just as Cang Chen said, regardless of Chinese medicine or Western medicine, the ultimate goal is only one, and that is to cure diseases and save lives.

Being able to cure patients to the greatest extent with the smallest error tolerance rate is the heart of a doctor!

Putting on the disinfection cap, the disinfection underwear and shoe covers, Cang Chen walked into the operating room accompanied by two directors.

The patient was an old woman in her early 60s, who should have been injected with anesthesia, and was sleeping peacefully on the operating table at the moment.

Two assistant physicians were confirming the various functions of the old man's body. Seeing Zhang Mo and the other three coming in, the two of them subconsciously listed their positions.

"How is it?"

Zhang Mo glanced at the numbers on the various instruments connected to the old man and asked.

"Everything is normal and surgery can begin immediately."

The one who answered him was an older fat doctor on the left, this man Cang Chen looked familiar, he seemed to be a department director who followed Long Hao back then.

Cang Chen nodded at the other party as a greeting, then put his hand on the old woman's left wrist, and began to feel his pulse.

"Dean Zhang, this is..."

The fat doctor was a little puzzled.

Zhang Mo pondered: "That's right, everyone has already seen Dean Cang's attainments in Chinese medicine, so this time in order to increase the success rate of the operation, I am going to combine Chinese and Western medicine."

"How is this possible? Dean, I have already detected the patient's signs with an instrument, and then asked Dr. Cang to use traditional Chinese medicine to diagnose the pulse. This will delay time, and it will be troublesome to delay the condition."

The fat doctor frowned and said.

Zhang Mo was about to explain, when Cang Chen suddenly said, "The patient's Baihui acupoint is beating very violently, and there is a large amount of fluid accumulated here, so it is not suitable to open the cranium, otherwise the fluid will be unrestrained and invade other central nervous systems of the brain." .”

"Nonsense," the fat doctor immediately refused, and argued strongly: "I have checked many times, and the patient is in good condition except for the Y-shaped distortion of the cerebellar pituitary gland that affects intelligence, and is very suitable for craniotomy."

"Did you have an MRI or CT?"

Cang Chen suddenly said something out of the blue.

"This is a patient who was transferred from the central hospital. There has already been an MRI over there, so why should we bother to do it again? I did a CT analysis of her brain, and there is no fluid accumulation as you mentioned."

When the fat doctor said this, his voice was faintly disdainful: "Doctor Cang, although you have extraordinary skills in acupuncture and moxibustion, it is admirable, but you still have to believe in science when it comes to diagnosis. After all, no matter how experienced a person is, it is possible Mistakes are going to happen, but the error rate of machines is [-] in [-]."

(End of this chapter)