Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

Jim, Benjamin, and Monica quickly pasted various electronic instruments on Grandpa Lengyan's wrist and chest, recorded various data, and asked about some situations. nice.

Here, Elder Zuo didn't make a move, Wei Fuxian made a move first, looked around and asked, and then frowned.

Both sides have come to the same conclusion, the old man is actually heart failure, one of the most difficult problems in the world of medicine now, unless the heart is transplanted, otherwise, he can only rely on drugs to control his survival, lingering on his last breath, and in the end he will not live for more than three months.

"This disease is very troublesome. Unless the heart is replaced, there is no common medicine to treat this disease." Jim's face showed distress.

Originally, I thought that I would find a random patient to come on stage to discuss with Zuo Lao and others, but I didn't expect to encounter such a problem now, even they were helpless.

But that's fine, none of them can cure the world's problem of heart failure, and Zuo Lao and others are powerless. They mainly want to make some news, let the media in Dianzhou spread this matter, and make it famous. It's the same as some third-rate stars' enthusiasm.

"Teacher, heart failure...this..." Wei Fuxian frowned and sighed softly.

Hearing what they said, Leng Yan tightly clenched her hands together. She had worked so hard to bring this grandfather everywhere to seek medical treatment. Now the foreign medical team and Chinese medicine practitioners are at a loss. Is it true that Grandpa is really going to leave her?

Thinking of this, a thin mist appeared on Leng Yan's beautiful eyes.

"This situation is very difficult. Unless it is treated with traditional Chinese medicine and various herbs are used to warm and nourish the body, there will be a miracle to cure it." Zuo Lao also sighed deeply.

Doctors practice medicine with compassion. Although the relationship between doctors and patients is tense now, and there are many black doctors who accept red envelopes and collude with drug suppliers to prescribe drugs indiscriminately, there are still many doctors who have the heart of hanging pots to save the world.

For example, Mr. Zuo, who dedicated his life to the medical cause, felt very sad when he saw patients that he could not treat.

Just when everyone was at a loss, a voice like a lark suddenly sounded, Leng Yan felt that she was being pulled, turned her head and saw the little sister she met in the inn, with a pair of black and clear eyes open Looking at her, "Sister, let me ask you to see a doctor for your grandpa."

"Young Master?" Leng Yan was stunned for a moment, then raised her head and saw the unremarkable young man standing beside her, his eyes were as dazzling as stars, and as deep and boundless as a valley.

"Isn't he just an intern?" Leng Yan also regarded Zhuo Bufan as Zuo Lao's student, since Zuo Lao can't do anything, can he do it?

Shi Jian took Zhuo Bufan's arm and said: "Young Master, you see that Sister Leng Yan is very pitiful, can you help her?"

Leng Yan never believed in him, and never asked him to come here. Zhuo Bufan is naturally not a holy mother, and he wants to help her, not to mention that after cultivation, the short life of a mortal is just a snap of his fingers in his eyes. Life and death parting, naturally there is no emotion.

But Lian Shijian started it himself, Zhuo Bufan didn't want to make her sad, and said with a light smile: "Okay, I'll treat him when I go back later."

Originally, the audience fell into a cold and silent atmosphere. Although their conversation was whispered, everyone present could clearly hear it.

"Oh my god, someone actually said it can cure heart failure?" Benjamin, who had a beard and graduated from the seventh Imperial Medical University in the UK, laughed out loud.

Jim and Monica next to him also sneered contemptuously. The young man in front of him seemed to be the oldest and had just entered college. Seeing that he was with Mr. Zuo, he might be Mr. Zuo's apprentice. Even Mr. Zuo didn't dare to say so. This disease can be cured, but now a young man comes out and says he can treat it.

"Mr. Zhuo, are you willing to take action?" Wei Fuxian's face was filled with joy, he had seen Zhuo Bufan's methods like a miracle doctor with his own eyes, it was like the rebirth of Hua Tuo and the rebirth of Bian Que.

Elder Zuo also showed a look of anticipation. This disease is the most difficult problem to overcome in China. Tens of thousands die of heart failure every year, and there has been no way to treat it.

"Since you really have a way to treat this disease, why don't you try it here?" Jim sneered.

In his opinion, Zhuo Bufan said such words just to save face for Chinese medicine practitioners, who knows if you have been cured when you go back, and then just find a few media to brag about? This method is too low.

"Even Zuo Lao and Wei Lao can't do it, how dare this young man speak wild words?"

"I think he wants to be an Internet celebrity and wants to go crazy, deliberately grandstanding."

"Mr. Zuo and Mr. Wei are national experts in Chinese medicine, top medical masters, they didn't say they can do it, what ability does this guy have to say he can do it?"

"And Jim, Benjamin, and Monica are all top medical teams abroad. This kind of disease can't be done without a heart transplant."

Facing the cold eyes and sarcasm of the crowd, Zhuo Bufan standing on the stage looked as calm as water. Would people care about the roar of ants?

The first row of the auditorium.

Xu Nian shook his head, with a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth: "This guy wants to be famous and crazy. The top doctors in Chinese and Western medicine are here, so he dares to speak out?"

Sitting next to her, Mo Susu pursed her thin lips, her beautiful eyes sparkled, and she remained silent.

"Okay, since you want to see me save people, then I'll save people here." Zhuo Bufan said indifferently, then walked to Leng Yanshen and knelt down beside Leng Yanshen, asking in a low voice, "Have you ever been to the grave?" inside?"

When Leng Yan's grandfather heard Zhuo Bufan's words, he hesitated for a moment, then nodded, and said in a low voice: "I worked with a Captain Mojin two years ago, but he just asked him to help him with things I have three thousand yuan... Later, my health became worse and worse, ahem."

As he spoke, the old man coughed violently again.

Jim, Benjamin, Monica and others watched coldly.

Elder Zuo and Elder Wei were engrossed, wanting to see Mr. Zhuo's superb medical skills again.

Bai Hongbo took a sip of tea from his teacup in a leisurely manner. His purpose was just to hype up his medical team, and he didn't care whether he could cure the disease or not.

After Zhuo Bufan asked clearly, he nodded. Sure enough, I guessed right. Leng Yan’s grandfather didn’t have any natural heart failure at all, but was contaminated with evil spirits in the catacombs, which constantly eroded his heart skills.

"I would like to see what is so magical about Chinese medicine?" Monica had a smile on her lips and brushed her scarlet curly hair. Before she came to Longguo, she had consulted a lot of classics about Chinese medicine. She is a person with a high degree of scientific education, and she simply scoffs at this kind of statement.

Zhuo Bufan asked Mr. Wei to bring a box of silver needles. Originally, he could not use the silver needles at all by his means, and the silver needles were only used as a tool to cover up.