"Yes, you should feel relieved that he is here to help with the diagnosis, right?"
Ye Yuan smiled and comforted Old Man Song.
"Okay! Okay! If Mr. Hua can take action, I believe Xiaoran will wake up soon."
As an older generation, I still have a lot of trust in Chinese medicine.
What's more, Old Man Song was certainly very happy to be able to invite Beihua from Beihuanan Shaozhong.
In order not to delay Song Ran's condition, Ye Yuan directly took out his mobile phone and dialed the teacher's number.
On the phone, Ye Yuan told him about Song Ran's situation and the pulse condition he found during his pulse diagnosis.
Mr. Hua pondered on the other end of the phone for a long time before speaking:
"The situation you mentioned is very strange, and I can't figure out the reason for a while.
So you are in Concord now, right?
I'll be there in half an hour, and you'll be waiting for me there. "
"OK."
After receiving the news that Mr. Hua could come in person, the sadness on Mr. Song's face also reduced a little.
30 minutes later, messy footsteps were heard in the distance.
Ye Yuan looked up and saw a group of people in white coats, surrounding an old man with silver hair walking towards him.
Ye Yuan stood up, walked to the old man in a few steps, and then shouted respectfully:
"teacher"
"Haha, you kid won't come to me if you have nothing to do.
If something hadn't happened to your friend, wouldn't you have called me, the master? "
Mr. Hua smiled and patted Ye Yuan's arm, then turned to a middle-aged man with a kind face and said:
"Xiao Chi, this is the closed disciple Ye Yuan I mentioned."
After saying that, he looked at Ye Yuan and introduced:
"This is Chi Guomin, the director of Union Hospital."
Ye Yuan quickly stretched out his hand and shook the middle-aged man's hand:
"Hello, Dean Chi, I'm sorry to trouble you this time."
The middle-aged man shook hands with Ye Yuan, and then said with a kind face:
"I have often heard Mr. Hua talk about taking on a good apprentice. Today I saw that he is really young and promising."
Ye Yuan was not used to this way of chatting.
But after everyone said that, he had to be polite, right?
Before he could say anything polite, Hua Mingyuan, who knew him better, helped him out and said:
"If you're polite, we'll talk about it later. Let's go see the patient first."
With the leadership of the dean, of course no one will stop him.
Ye Yuan followed a group of people and returned to Song Ran's ward again.
At this moment, Ouyang Yushan was standing at the window talking on the phone.
Seeing a group of people coming in, he hurriedly said a few words, hung up the phone and walked over.
She looked doubtfully at the director of the brain department who was standing at the end.
After seeing Ouyang Yushan's gaze, the middle-aged director smiled and said:
"Yushan, this is Director Chi Guominchi of our hospital.
This is Hua Mingyuan, our Chinese master, and the others are experts from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department of our hospital. "
Others didn't know Ouyang Yushan, but the director knew the origin of this young lady.
So the first time she looked at him, the director stood up and explained.
"Trouble Dean Chi and Mr. Hua."
Although Ouyang Yushan said it politely.
But everyone could hear the indifference in his tone.
It's not that she doesn't respect these people, but that she is really disappointed with Chinese medicine.
Since Ouyang Yushan has been abroad all year round, she does not know much about traditional Chinese medicine.
Therefore, she was even more unfamiliar with the name Hua Mingyuan.
But since it was brought here by the director and accompanied by the director of Union Hospital, she couldn't say it was wrong?
After all, they invited so many experts out of good intentions.
Although she didn't think these people would play any role in Song Ran's condition, she still had to be polite.
It's just that her tone was a bit unenthusiastic.
This made Chi Guomin frown slightly.
He felt that this little girl was too rude.
You must know that this is Mr. Hua, who is famous in China.
If you weren't lucky enough to meet his apprentice.
Even if you have money, it will be difficult to hire this person.
Now that you are doing well, you are still taking up the fight?
I really don’t know what this patient’s family is thinking.
Chi Guomin didn't know Ouyang Yushan's identity and thought she was a family member of the patient.
Mr. Hua didn't pay attention to the indifference in the little girl's tone.
For a person of his age, there are very few people who want to influence his state of mind.
But he won't pay as much attention to this girl as others, after all, the one on the bed is the purpose of his visit.
The reason why he came here so quickly.
One is because of the relationship with Ye Yuan.
Furthermore, he also wanted to see the strange pulse in Ye Yuan's mouth.
What a weird method it is.
A doctor at his level is very interested in some weird diseases.
Mr. Hua sat on the nursing chair at the head of the bed and took Song Ran's exposed wrist.
Three fingers were placed on Song Ran's wrist, sometimes frowning, sometimes thinking deeply, and all the experts watching did not dare to take a big breath.
These people all knew about the disease before coming here.
So they thought that if they were in their shoes, it would be impossible to wake up this comatose patient.
They also wanted to see what Mr. Hua would do.
Maybe you can learn something from it, and you will really make money today.
The pulse check continued for more than ten minutes before Hua Lao's fingers left.
Seeing that Mr. Hua had completed the pulse diagnosis, Dean Chi was the first to ask with concern:
"How about Mr. Hua?"
Hua Mingyuan did not answer Chi Guomin's question, but asked the crowd:
"Who is the attending physician? Does he have a CT scan of the patient's brain?"
"Yes!"
A man who looked about 40 years old spoke quickly and handed the CT in his hand to Hua Lao's hand.
After Hua Lao only glanced at the CT image, he nodded and said:
"Let's find a place to talk. So many people staying here affect the patient's rest."
Seeing that Hua Lao did not directly tell the results of the diagnosis.
These people are inevitably a little disappointed.
"No conference room, right? It's not far from here."
The director of the brain department said quickly.
Mr. Hua nodded and walked towards the conference room of the brain department under the leadership of Chi Guomin.
Ye Yuan followed the crowd. He also wanted to know the reason for Song Ran's coma.
Ouyang Yushan, who had always looked down on Chinese medicine, also followed suit.
Originally, she had contacted an authoritative brain doctor from Country M.
Over there, they have already set off for China.
According to her estimation, the doctor will arrive in Beijing tonight.
You can start taking over Song Ran's treatment tomorrow.
But even so, she still wanted to hear what this old Chinese medicine doctor would say.
Wouldn't he be like Ye Yuan and say something vague and strange with a strange pulse?
When everyone arrived in the conference room, Mr. Hua looked at Ye Yuan standing in the distance and asked with a smile:
"Xiaoyuan, please tell me your analysis."
No one could have imagined that at this time, Mr. Hua would first ask for the opinion of a young man.
Many people are complaining in their hearts at this moment, there is no need for you to help your students like this, right?
Even if he is your closed disciple, there is no need for you to praise him so much, right?
(End of chapter)
