President Sun's face was glowing red, and he seemed to be twenty years younger.
He originally thought that this exchange meeting was of little significance, as long as he did not enlarge his hips in the field of Chinese medicine.
Unexpectedly, Chu Qian and the other three people not only did not feel embarrassed, but also let out a fierce sigh.
A group of foreigners who looked down upon them were stunned.
It's so cool.
Although those foreign doctors are still tough-talking, whether they admit it or not, the effect has been achieved and the momentum has been established.
The fact is that Chinese traditional medicine has crushed all kinds of medical skills in other countries.
And just when everyone thought that today's exchange meeting would be over.
A boy in the audience suddenly let out a scream.
The screams instantly attracted everyone.
There was an instant exclamation from the field.
"Come quickly, someone is dying, come and save him..."
"Oh my God, he's still vomiting blood. Call 120 quickly..."
"Hurry up, see that his condition is serious and he needs emergency treatment. Find a doctor quickly..."
"Are you fainting? Why are you looking for a doctor? Aren't there doctors everywhere?"
The contestants participating in the exchange meeting were instantly attracted by the shouts, and they rushed over.
Sure enough, I saw a boy lying on the ground twitching.
From time to time, bright red liquid spits out from the mouth.
His face was blue, his lips were purple, and he looked in bad condition.
Yorkson ran over instantly.
"Quick, get on the stretcher and take it to the ICU..."
"The situation is urgent and requires immediate surgery..."
Although there was an accident at the scene, there was no anxiety on his face.
Mainly because this patient needed surgery, and he happened to be strong in this area.
Zhengchou didn't have a chance to show himself, wouldn't the opportunity come now?
Soon a few strong boys put the patient on a stretcher.
The patient groaned in pain.
Yorkson analyzed it while running.
"The patient's breathing has begun to fail and requires intubation. Prepare surgical tools immediately..."
Because the exchange meeting was held in a hospital, it was convenient to rescue them.
Soon a group of players followed the patient to the emergency room.
It is a rare opportunity to observe a master-level person performing surgery with your own eyes.
Yorkson and others changed into surgical dust suits.
"Defibrillator, oxygen, stent..."
It was as if he had entered his realm at this time, with a terrifying confidence on his face.
In the live broadcast room of the exchange meeting, a group of foreign water friends saw this scene and instantly became angry.
"Do you see, doctors from China, this is the real modern medicine, it cannot be compared with your kind of witchcraft..."
"Everything must be done scientifically. Look at Dr. Yorkson. He is indeed a clinical surgical genius. Who in China can compare with him in this surgery..."
"Dr. Yorkson has experienced the most top-notch systematic medical education. Compared with barbarians like you, he is like a god..."
"Oh, my God, Dr. Yorkson is so handsome. I just like the way he performs surgery..."
"..."
Yorkson methodically performed modern surgery.
The patient's condition seemed to be under control quickly.
The heart rate meter starts to level off.
"Didi didi..."
Other contestants were also shocked by his medical skills that were as steady as an old dog.
This hand is so steady that there is no trace of tremor.
There was also a hint of pride in Yorkson's eyes.
This time it can be regarded as a comeback.
Ran Qie's kind of surgical operation can be regarded as a crushing success compared to their petty troubles.
And just when he was feeling proud, his expression suddenly froze, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.
The heart rate monitor, which had been fluctuating smoothly, began to fluctuate violently.
"Pfft..."
A pool of blood sprayed onto Yorkson's face.
"Fake..."
The patient on the hospital bed twitched violently.
Then, the heart rate meter changes directly to a straight line.
Yorkson suddenly panicked, with a desperate expression on his face.
"Xi Te, this patient is hopeless..."
"He already had congenital heart disease and sudden ventricular fibrillation. Even God couldn't save him..."
The other players looked at him with strange expressions.
But he was telling the truth, and there was indeed nothing wrong with his operation.
But there is no way to avoid patient accidents.
The live broadcast room immediately became filled with abuse and abuse.
"What a shame, I blew it so hard just now. I thought it was so fierce? It killed people directly..."
"Is this the legendary high-tech medicine of modern civilization? It scares me to death. Just pay for it. What excuses are there? It's simply outrageous..."
"Hahaha, I thought I really asked you to pretend, that's it. Now, no one can be cured..."
"Is this the foreign genius who is known as a medical master? He saved a person in less than ten minutes, but you killed him in less than three minutes, which is outrageous..."
"What do you say now? Aren't your players prepared to compensate?"
"This patient is so pitiful. I thought it would be easier to treat this kind of thing in the hospital, but he was sent directly to the hospital by the so-called genius. It's really good..."
"..."
Recalling how Yorkson and a group of foreign players mocked them at that time, it was no surprise that they took advantage of this opportunity and quickly mocked them back.
The scene was also noisy.
Yorkson's face became extremely ugly, and he tried his best to argue.
"It's not my problem. There is nothing wrong with my operation itself. If you don't believe it, you can watch the operation video..."
"This patient is in poor health. I have tried my best. How can you blame me?"
"This is not a medical problem at all..."
The familiar Jonathan and some European foreigners nearby helped to smooth things over.
"I swear, what Yorkson said is true. He made no mistakes. We were all impressed by his superb surgical skills just now..."
"That's right, it can't be his problem. I can only say that you Chinese people have poor physical fitness..."
"When this kind of patient appears, even if God comes, he can't save him. What can Yorkson do wrong? He just did what he should do..."
Yorkson covered his face with a white cloth with regret.
The patient's "corpse" was re-sutured and prepared to let him go away with dignity.
"It's a pity, let us wish him to go to heaven..."
Just when others were about to close their eyes and pray.
Chu Qian squeezed out from the crowd.
"Wait a minute, the patient isn't dead yet..."
Others heard her words and didn't take them seriously.
Yorkson said angrily.
"Are you questioning me? The patient has lost any signs of life, and it is confirmed that the brain has no response..."
"Tell me, why didn't he die?"
"Are you questioning me or modern medicine..."
