Chapter 436: Zhuo Bufan shot

Chapter 437: Zhuo Bufan makes a move

Jim, Benjamin, and Monica quickly put a variety of electronic instruments on Grandpa Lengyan’s wrist and chest, and then recorded various data, and asked about some information. The faces of the three of them changed a little bit. good looking.

Here, Zuo Qianchan didn't do anything, Wei Fuxian first shot, looked around and asked, and then his brows were solemn.

Both sides have reached the same conclusion. The old man is actually suffering from heart failure. Now one of the difficult problems for medical science in the world to overcome is that unless a heart is transplanted, one can only rely on drugs to control survival and prolong the remnant asthma. In the end, he will not survive three months.

"This kind of disease is very difficult. Unless the heart is changed, there is no ordinary medicine to treat this kind of disease." Jim's face was sad.

I thought I would find a patient to come to the stage and discuss with Zuo Qianchan and others, but I didn't expect to encounter such a problem now, even they are helpless.

But it’s okay. They have no way to treat the world problem of heart failure, and Zuo Qianchan and others are powerless. They mainly want to make some news, so that the Dianzhou media can spread the matter and gain popularity. Just as hot as some third-rate celebrities.

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

Hearing what they said, Leng Yan squeezed her hands tightly together. She took this grandfather to seek medical treatment everywhere. Now the foreign medical team and the Chinese medicine practitioners are helpless. Is grandpa really leaving her?

Thinking of this, a thin mist could not help appearing on Leng Yan's beautiful eyes.

"This situation is very difficult. Unless it is treated with Chinese medicine and various medicinal materials are used to warm the body, it can be cured with miracles." Zuo Qianchan also sighed deeply.

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

For example, Zuo Qianchan, who has dedicated his life to the medical career, feels sad when he sees patients that he cannot treat.

When everyone was at a loss, suddenly a lark-like voice sounded, Leng Yan felt that he was pulled by someone, and turned his head just to see the little sister I met in the inn, with a pair of oozy, clear eyes open. Looking at her, "Sister, let me ask the son to see your grandfather."

"The son?" Leng Yan was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and saw the shameless young man standing aside, his eyes as dazzling as stars and as deep as a valley.

"Isn't he just an intern?" Leng Yan also regarded Zhuo Bufan as a student of Zuo Qianchan. Since Zuo Qianchan has nothing to do, can he do it?

Shi Jian took Zhuo Bufan's arm and said, "My son, you think Sister Leng Yan is very poor. Can you help her?"

Leng Yan didn’t believe him, and didn’t ask him to come. Zhuo Bufan was naturally not a Virgin, he wanted to take the initiative to help her, not to mention the short life of a mortal in his eyes. He saw too much. Separation of life and death, naturally no feelings.

But Lian Shijian spoke in person, Zhuo Bufan didn't want to make her sad, and chuckled softly: "Well, I'll go back and treat him later."

The whole audience was plunged into a quiet atmosphere. Although their conversation was quiet, everyone in the room clearly heard it in their ears.

"Oh Maga, someone said that it can treat heart failure?" Benjamin of the Imperial Medical University ranked seventh in the flag state of graduation, with a beard, laughed.

Jim and Monica next to him also sneered contemptuously. The young man in front of him saw that he was the oldest and just went to college, and he was with Zuo Qianchan. Maybe he was Zuo Qianchan’s apprentice, even Zuo Qianchan’s apprentice. Not daring to assert that this disease can be cured, but now a young man has emerged and said that he can be treated.

"Mr. Zhuo, are you willing to take action?" Wei Fuxian's face was joyful, he had seen Zhuo Bufan's genius doctor's method, it was simply Hua Tuo's rebirth and Bian Que's rebirth.

Zuo Qianchan also showed a hint of expectation. This disease is the most difficult problem in China. Tens of thousands of people die of heart failure every year, and there is no way to treat them.

"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 things because he wanted to save face for Chinese medicine. When you go back, who knows if you have been treated well, and then you can find some media to brag about it? This method is too inferior.

"Even Zuo Qianchan and Wei Lao can't do it, this young man actually dares to speak wild words?"

"I think he wants to be an internet celebrity, he wants to be crazy, deliberately sensationalizing."

"Zuo Qianchan and Wei Lao are national masters of Chinese medicine, top medical masters. They didn't say that they can do it. What is the ability of this guy to say that he can do it by himself?

"And Jim, Benjamin, and Monica are all top medical teams abroad. This disease is not unless a heart transplant is done."

Facing the cold-eyed sarcasm of everyone, Zhuo Bufan, who was standing on the stage, looked plain as water, would people care about the roar of ants?

The first row of the auditorium.

Xu Nian shook his head, and a contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "This guy wants to be famous and crazy, right? The top doctors of Chinese and Western medicine are here. He dare to speak up?"

Mo Susu, who was sitting next to her, pursed her thin lips, her beautiful eyes flickered, and she was silent.

"Well, since you want to see me save people, then I will save people here." Zhuo Bufan said lightly, and then walked to Leng Yan Shen and squatted down, and asked in a low voice: "Have you ever been to the grave? in?"

Leng Yan’s grandfather hesitated when he heard Zhuo Bufan’s words, then nodded and said in a low voice: "I worked with a Lieutenant Mojin two years ago, but he just asked him to help him get something and give it to him. I was 3,000 yuan... Later, my health became worse and worse, cough cough."

As he said, the old man coughed fiercely again.

Jim, Benjamin, Monica and others watched indifferently.

Zuo Qianchan and Wei Lao are engrossed, wanting to see Mr. Zhuo's brilliant medical skills once again.

Bai Hongbo took a sip of tea with his teacup in a hurry. His purpose was to hype up his medical team. He didn't care if he could treat the illness.

After Zhuo Bufan asked clearly, he nodded, and it was true to my guess that Lengyan's grandfather was not a natural heart failure at all, but was contaminated with evil in the catacombs, constantly eroding his heart function.

"I want to see what's magical about Chinese medicine?" Monica has a smile at the corner of her mouth, and her scarlet curly hair is gathered. Before she came to Languo, she checked many classics about Chinese medicine, and it said Chinese medicine. She is very skillful, and there are even ghosts and gods who say that she is a person with higher education in science.

Zhuo Bufan asked Wei Lao to bring a box of silver needles. Originally, he didn't use silver needles by his means, and used silver needles as a cover-up tool.