Director Zhao was very aware of Ye Shulan's intentions. He waved his hand to let Dr. Wang, who was granted amnesty, leave. Then he took out Shen Muqing's medical records and asked Director Zhou to organize an expert consultation and come up with a feasible treatment plan.

Director Zhou is already in his fifties, and his mind is gradually becoming more active. He wants to take a step forward before retiring to see if he can enter the administrative establishment and retire with the iron rice bowl of the Health Bureau. Naturally, he fully cooperates with Director Zhao's request.

The cardiothoracic surgery department of Yangtze River Hospital is one of the best in the country, and its director Huang Guangwei is also a famous surgeon.

With Director Zhao's Shang Fang Sword, Director Zhou immediately contacted all the cardiologists in Ninghai and conducted expert consultations overnight.

Director Zhao knew Ye Shulan's identity, and he wanted to go one step further. This was the best opportunity to please him. He immediately turned down numerous entertainments and stayed up late to attend the consultation in person.

Countless cardiac experts in Ninghai got the news and swarmed in. After all, no one dared not betray Director Zhao's face.

Even some retired cardiologists were invited, and at Ye Shulan's request, several leading figures in the field of traditional Chinese medicine also came.

The spacious conference room was already full in less than two hours. Among the experts present, the lowest was deputy chief physician, and most were chief physicians.

No matter which hospital you go to, they are all treasures. Director Zhou drooled when he saw them, and he wanted to take the opportunity to recruit a few of them. However, Director Zhao stared at them like a Bodhisattva, so he could only exchange greetings and start the consultation. .

In order to facilitate the experts to understand the condition, Shen Muqing's previous medical records and color Doppler echocardiogram report sheets were copied, one copy for each person.

These top cardiologists in Ninghai frowned when they received the report sheet, with thoughtful expressions on their faces, and started a heated discussion.

Ye Shulan and Shen Muyang, mother and son, sat quietly and listened. The more they listened, the more irritated they became, the more they listened, the more headaches they got, and the more they listened, the more desperate they became.

These cardiologists analyzed the condition very well and spoke eloquently about the condition.

Shen Muqing's condition is very complicated. She not only suffers from patent ductus arteriosus, pulmonary valve stenosis, heart valve stenosis and severe viral myocarditis, but most importantly, she also has aplastic anemia.

But when it comes to treatment options, everyone is dumb, because severe viral myocarditis and aplastic anemia are almost incurable diseases, and can only be nursed back to health slowly. Coupled with heart disease, it can be said that the patient has been sentenced to death. , no one dared to operate on her or propose a reasonable treatment plan.

Hu Xinning, a leading figure in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, is almost eighty years old. Finally, he sighed helplessly, stroking his sparse beard and said the truth: "This disease is difficult to cure even if the gods come."

"Huh, that's because you guys are incompetent, you're a bunch of quacks."

Shen Muyang couldn't hold back his anger for a long time. One by one, they talked eloquently. When they mentioned the treatment plan, they shook their heads and sighed, and cursed with a livid face.

"What did you say? You're such a shameless kid, you're so shameless."

"Who are you? How dare you insult us like this?"

"We came here because of Director Zhao's reputation. What qualifications do you have to call us quacks?"

"Hmph, I have performed no less than three hundred heart surgeries, and I have never been called a quack. Director Zhao, we need an explanation."

"We are here for voluntary consultation, not to be insulted. If we cannot give us an explanation today, we will never give up."

...Shen Muyang destroyed the hornet's nest with just one sentence. These famous doctors are all top talents in the medical field. Who is not respected by others and has a high status? How has he ever been scolded like this?

Director Zhao didn't even care about his face and began to curse angrily. Mr. Hu was so angry that he trembled all over. He blew his beard and pointed at Shen Muyang, scolding the child with a yellow mouth.

Director Zhao also looked embarrassed and at a loss. These elites in the medical field were not giving him face, but giving him face below his buttocks.

Shen Muyang's unscrupulous words offended everyone, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

He couldn't afford to offend Ye Shulan. He could offend these doctors, but he didn't dare to offend them, especially since some old experts had retired and were not under his jurisdiction at all. Even when he met them, he had to be polite.

This made him secretly complain that Shen Muyang really didn't know how to behave. He stayed up late to come to the consultation with good intentions, but couldn't come up with a treatment plan. He just dismissed it politely. Why did he offend so many people.

"Shut up!" Ye Shulan saw that the public was outraged and glared at Shen Muyang fiercely, hinting to him to stop talking, and quickly stood up to apologize.

Who would have thought that Shen Muyang, under the criticism of thousands of people, sneered: "You are still not convinced that you are quack doctors. A young man in his early twenties can control my sister's condition with a few silver needles. How can you still Isn’t he a quack?”

The scene suddenly fell silent, and all the experts looked at each other. In their opinion, Shen Muqing would definitely die if she got sick. How could it be possible to control the disease with just a few silver needles?

Shen Muyang seemed to feel that the blow was not enough, and continued to sneer: "I know you don't believe it, and you are not convinced. Director Huang, show them my sister's inspection report today to see if I am telling the truth."

Huang Guangwei, who had always remained silent, sighed, took out Shen Muqing's latest test results, and smiled bitterly: "Let's take a look, this is indeed a miracle, a miracle created by a twenty-two-year-old young man. Seven silver needles restored the enlargement of the heart caused by dilated cardiomyopathy to normal. According to my analysis, dilated cardiomyopathy will not reoccur in a short period of time."

"This is impossible. The enlargement of the heart caused by dilated cardiomyopathy can be restored to normal with just a few silver needles. This is absolutely impossible. There is no scientific basis at all."

Director Song of the Cardiothoracic Department of Renhe Hospital didn’t believe it at all.

"Silver needles, it seems they are from traditional Chinese medicine? This is simply pseudoscience."

The speaker was John Mai, a returned medical doctor from Puji Hospital. He has always believed that traditional Chinese medicine is pseudoscience.

"Why are you talking? Why don't you drink foreign ink for several years and forget your ancestors when you give a foreign name? How can Chinese medicine be a pseudoscience? Chinese medicine has always been linked to metaphysics, yin and yang, the five elements, Tai Chi and Bagua, which are profound and profound. You don't If you understand, don’t jabber blindly.”

Another Chinese medicine doctor Zhang angrily scolded.

"Shen Nong Chang Baicao, Li Shizhen, Hua Tuo, Bian Que, these great medical masters in history, which one is not a traditional Chinese medicine? Do you dare to say that they do not exist? Young man, the worst thing is to worship foreigners. Don't forget that you have black hair. Yellow-skinned Chinese people, don’t forget your ancestors.”

Old Chinese medicine doctor Hu said angrily and unquestioningly.

"Humph, I admit that traditional Chinese medicine did exist in the past, but after many wars in China, the ancient medical skills have not been passed down at all. Today's traditional Chinese medicine is simply a way for magicians to defraud money. It has no scientific basis at all and is just pseudoscience. "

McJohn showed no weakness and retorted sharply.

"Western medicine and traditional Chinese medicine are two completely different disciplines. Their existence makes sense. There is nothing to argue about."

"I think John McNair is right. Traditional Chinese medicine in history is indeed great, but what about current Chinese medicine? Haha..."

"Just kidding, cupping, scraping, poking a few times with a needle, and drinking some bad-smelling Chinese medicine will do the trick. We don't need to use Western medicine to save lives."

"It cannot be said that Western medicine has the same effect as Western medicine, and Chinese medicine still has certain therapeutic effects in some aspects."

"Traditional Chinese medicine focuses on nourishment and has no obvious curative effect, but in fact it can trace back to the root of the disease and cure it. Western medicine treats the problem wherever it goes and has quick results, but it treats the symptoms rather than the root cause. Each has its own advantages, right? ."

...For a while, the experts expressed their opinions and became a quarrel. Some were biased towards Chinese medicine, some were biased towards Western medicine, some were impartial, and some were watching the joke with cold eyes.

The entire conference room was as noisy as a vegetable market, and Shen Muyang's face became darker and darker, because until this moment, Shen Muqing's latest inspection report was still in the hands of a McJohn, and he didn't even look at it.

He, who had a bad temper, suddenly became furious and yelled: "Shut up, everyone."

The scene suddenly fell silent, and everyone stared at him, ready to attack him in groups.

Before they could speak, Shen Muyang pointed his index finger at John McNair and said coldly:

"Fake foreign devil, when you are slandering Chinese medicine, I think you should first read my sister's latest test report before speaking. If you dare to speak nonsense, believe it or not, I will throw you down by your ankles right now."

McJohn wanted to be bold enough to say, "Try it if you have the guts." But seeing the murderous look in Shen Muyang's eyes, he pursed his lips and did not dare to say a word for a long time.

This is the eighth floor. If you are thrown down by this rude guy, you will die.

A good man doesn't suffer the immediate consequences, so McJohn comforted himself in his heart, and then he obediently read the latest inspection report.

Mr. Hu, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, was greatly comforted. Although Shen Muyang was not liked by others, he decided not to argue with this brainless idiot because of his support for traditional Chinese medicine.

"How is this possible? Is this really treated with traditional Chinese medicine?"

McJohn picked up the previous inspection report and compared it, his face turned extremely ugly, and he murmured to himself in disbelief.

"Of course, when my sister was sent to the hospital, she hadn't even taken out the silver needle, and it's still stuck in her chest."

After Shen Muyang finished speaking triumphantly, his expression suddenly changed. What's worse, I don't know if the silver needle can be pulled out. You can't keep sticking it like that, right?

What if there are any side effects if the needle is not pulled out? Shen Muyang felt regretful for the first time. If he had known better, he would have done it more gently. He had to wait until the kid pulled out the needle.

At the same time, Ding Ning in the intensive care unit was also worried that the seven silver needles would not be removed. The needles would have to be left in for six hours. That was why he did not remove the needles at that time.

If they pull it out before the time is up, the girl's disease will relapse immediately. I hope they won't be so stupid.
Chapter completed!