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Walking into Yang Jianfeng, under the careful eyes of several doctors, Yang Chen directly put his finger on Yang Jianfeng's wrist and made a gesture of pulse diagnosis. However, the sorcery force in his body ran directly into Yang Jianfeng's mind along Yang Jianfeng's wrist.

The doctors around were looking at it eagerly. They all knew that the president of Zhongjie hospital was a traditional Chinese medicine. Although this kind of trauma should not be judged by pulse diagnosis, they did not say anything. After all, it was Chinese medicine.

As time goes on, Yang Chen's eyebrows are getting deeper and deeper, and the evil pupil opens. He scans Yang Jianfeng's skull again and again. The congestion in the cranial cavity makes Yang Chen take a breath of cold air. With so much congestion, do you tell me to treat it conservatively? I'll keep your face!

After a few more careful examinations, Yang Chen stood up and said decisively, "we can't wait any longer. We must treat them immediately."

Zhao Shaofeng said directly: "no, eldest young master, it is impossible for the chairman to have surgery at present. Moreover, the chairman is too old to bear such a large operation."

Yang Chen looked at Zhao Shaofeng with a sneer: "so you think a patient with massive intracranial congestion can get better through conservative treatment? Did you come to teach western medicine, didn't you

Zhao Shaofeng blushed and said, "you! I have no respect for you

Yang Chen shook his head and said: "although I am not a western medicine, I have also been exposed to cases of intracranial hemorrhage. If the intracranial hemorrhage is not treated for an hour, the final result will be very likely to become a vegetative person. If there is no treatment after three to five hours, it is likely that he will not come back. Now you tell me about conservative treatment. Come on, tell me how to protect it Guard

Although Zhao Shaofeng didn't expect that Yang Chen had some knowledge of Western medicine, he also said happily and fearlessly: "our colleagues in the Department of internal medicine of cranium think that under the current situation, there is no surgical condition at all. If we operate rashly, it is a great disrespect to patients."

Yang Chen looked around coldly and then said, "do your colleagues in the Department of internal medicine think so? Come on, let me see. Who thinks so? "

Although Yang Chen's eyes are quite frightening, Zhao Shaofeng's threat is even more frightening. In addition, no one wants to take the responsibility, so many doctors raise their hands.

Looking at these people, Yang Chen didn't speak. He just remembered the appearance of these people in silence. No matter why these people raised their hands, just depending on their attitude towards life, this is not a good doctor. If Yang Chen really has a day in the Chinese medicine group, these losers must be expelled as soon as possible.

Nodding his head, Yang Chen said, "I know what you think. You don't want to have an operation. Do you think this operation can't be done? If I had to have an operation, surely no one would have come forward to do it, would I? " Finally, Yang Chen gave a sneer.

Standing in the bottom of the doctor's psychological abdominal Fei, you are more tough! If you are more tough and put us on the operating table, we will do it. If Yang Jianfeng is really dead, the responsibility is on you, not on us. If Yang Jianfeng is lucky enough to come back, is it not within a short time to get promoted and become rich and go to the peak of life?

Unfortunately, Yang Chen was not ready to trust these people, and said directly, "since you are not going to the operating table, well, I will."

"You go up!" Zhao Shaofeng looks at Yang Chen with astonishment. What logic is this? Traditional Chinese medicine on the operating table? Is it because I didn't take medicine at noon?

"Three months ago, I had a treatment in the city hospital. At that time, the patient was Mr. Tan Chengde. The operation and postoperative recovery were very smooth." Yang Chen looked at Zhang long and said, "Doctor Zhang can testify for me."

Zhang Long nodded his head and said: "indeed, Dr. Yang was treated with silver needle, which was directly inserted into the skull to activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and then discharge the congestion."

Qi Mingde also nodded and said: "this matter, I have heard, can testify."

After hearing what Qi Mingde and Zhang Long said, other Chinese medicine practitioners did not speak. These two are masters of traditional Chinese medicine. Since they said that Chinese medicine can be used on the operating table, that is to say.

Other Western doctors are relieved. Yang Jianfeng can't be cured or not. It's really annoying. The key is to make it to the end. All members of the medical team will be affected more or less. But if Yang Chen does something different, the responsibility will be Yang Chen at that time. It has nothing to do with them. They also advised him!

Zhao Shaofeng shook his head and said, "no, I want to consider the safety of the chairman."

Yang Chen sneered: "this kind of words don't take to cheat people, we are all doctors, who do you think can't understand your chicken feet wind?"

Zhao Shaofeng's old face is red: "but I am a western medicine, this kind of intracranial congestion symptoms, although surgical treatment is relatively safe, but we think the chairman's current state is simply not suitable for treatment."

Zhao Shaofeng still didn't want Yang Chen to have the operation, because if Yang Jianfeng died on the operating table of Yang Chen, other doctors would have nothing to do, but he, the group leader, would certainly take the responsibility.

What else can Yang Chen say about his ideas? Shaking his head, Yang Chen is speechless. He pulls out the gold needle directly from his finger. After pouring the magic power, he shakes it with force and sticks it directly on Zhao Shaofeng's neck."Just wait here. Don't let me doubt your medical skills." Said, Yang Chen took out the gold needle, again wrapped in his fingers.

"Dr. Qi and Dr. Zhang, help me find some doctors with two or three knives, and then arrange a nurse for me. I will go to the operating table as soon as possible."

"Well, it's up to us." Qi Mingde nodded and directly ordered him to go down. Although he was a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine, it was very easy to find several doctors and nurses.

"Thank you." Yang Chen said thanks with a smile, and then walked nonstop to the disinfection room. Since he decided to go to the operating table, he had to go as soon as possible. Yang Jianfeng's body could not last long.

"To the doctor?"

After Yang Chen left, several Western doctors looked at Zhao Shaofeng in doubt. Originally, you didn't oppose it most fiercely before? As a result, how can you talk about it?

But when several people turned to Zhao Shaofeng, they covered their mouth in surprise: "doctor Zhao, what's the matter with you?"

At this time, Zhao Shaofeng was standing in the same place. Only his eyes could show an anxious look and let people know that he was still alive.

"Quickly put Dr. Zhao on the bed, Xiao Zhao, take the equipment and give it to Dr. Zhao for examination."

Looking at the appearance of several doctors, Qi Mingde suddenly felt very ironic. A medical group leader had a little problem, and all the Western doctors started to move. But it was the chairman's turn. They were all prevaricating and calculating the profit and loss ratio? Is this hospital or officialdom?