Chapter 701                                                             

"Little miracle doctor, you are here, hurry up and go in and take a look." A middle-aged female doctor was waiting anxiously at the door of the emergency room. When she saw Zhang Xuan, she breathed no reason for her relief.

Zhang Xuan quickly disinfected the whole body, and then walked into the emergency room and saw a patient lying on the operating table. This was an old man in his seventies with gray hair and wrinkles on his face. He was lying on the operating table with his eyes closed and motionless.

President Ma, Yan Li and many other seniors in the traditional Chinese medicine industry are now surrounded by the operating table, busying themselves.

"What's going on now?" Zhang Xuan walked over and asked loudly.

President Ma glanced at Zhang Xuan and shook his head and said, "The patient fell into a coma and his heart stopped beating for 136 seconds."

"What disease did you have before? What caused coma?" Zhang Xuan walked forward, grabbed the old man's wrist, placed his finger on the old man's pulse, and felt it for a few seconds. Zhang Xuan loosened the other person's wrist and frowned.

President Ma quickly replied: "The patient had effusion in his brain before, which compressed the nerves and caused him to fall into a coma."

"Fluid accumulation presses the nerves? How did you do it?" Zhang Xuan picked up a silver needle and without thinking, he stabbed the patient directly into the left chest.

"We used silver needles to stimulate the patient's head and Xuanli point to perform qi circulation, and then took the Baihui point to give nerve stimulation."

Hearing President Ma’s words, Zhang Xuan frowned even tighter because President Ma’s approach was completely correct.

Zhang Xuan opened the patient's mouth and looked at it for a few seconds, then opened the patient's eyelids.

"The pupils are a little distorted, please give me the long needle!" Zhang Xuan stretched out his hand, and Yan Li immediately handed a long needle.

Zhang Xuan pinched the needle with both fingers and pricked the patient's eye acupoint. The patient's dissipated pupils stopped changing with Zhang Xuan's needle.

The doctor present was shocked by this injection.

"Thirteen deadly needles! A needle technique that is known to be able to kill the King of Hell!" Yan Li exclaimed.

Yan Li and President Ma knew that Zhang Xuan would take the thirteenth needle. Zhang Xuan had also used it to everyone when he was giving a lecture, but this was the first time they saw Zhang Xuan use it in practice.

This needle technique, which is only recorded in the remnants of the book, is so skillful!

Zhang Xuan finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the patient's pupils stopped diffusing.

"Thirteen deadly injections? Is this what if you Chinese medicine doctors do to treat the patient to death after taking one shot?" A sneer rang out from the side.

Only then did Zhang Xuan notice that two Western doctors were standing in the corner of the rescue room, and they were standing there like watching the fun.

"The so-called traditional Chinese medicine is nothing more than some deceptive tricks. Any consultation is just something that fools people."

"Yes, otherwise, how could a good patient be almost cured by Chinese medicine?"

"Hahaha!"

Two Western doctors were chatting.

"What are these two people doing?" Zhang Xuan looked at the two Western doctors with disgust.

As doctors, these two people stood in the emergency room. Not only did they not help, but they also made unrestrained laughter, which could be said to be without medical ethics.

President Ma said to Zhang Xuan: "Little miracle doctor, this patient was taken from them. They said that their medical skills could not discharge the patient's brain effusion and dared not open the craniotomy. Let's try it."

"Does this patient have any medical history before?" Although Zhang Xuan disliked the two, he still asked, after all, it was related to the life and death of the patient.

A Western doctor rolled his eyes, "You Chinese medicine doctors won't check it yourself?"

President Ma said anxiously: "A normal cerebral effusion, cleared in a normal way, will never have such a cardiac arrest. If you don't tell us the patient's medical history, it will increase the difficulty and uncertainty of the treatment."

"Aren't you Chinese medicine very good? There is another boy who can tell what disease the patient has just seen. Then you can go and see it yourself and ask us what medical history we need." The Western doctor put his hands on his chest, looking like he was not concerned about his own affairs.

"Then please let you go out." Zhang Xuan said coldly.

The Western doctor snorted coldly, walked directly to the door of the emergency room, opened the door, and shouted loudly: "You think we are willing to be inside, don't end up treating people to death and relying on us."

Now that the door of the emergency room was opened, the Western doctor's voice was loud, making his words clearly reach the ears of everyone surrounding the door of the emergency room.

A man and a woman burst into tears when they heard the words of Western doctors.

"Doctor, what does it mean? What does traditional Chinese medicine treat a person to death?" The family of a patient was calm and asked, but his eyes were red, and he held back his tears.

"What else can it mean?" The Western doctor curled his lips, "Originally, the patient's brain effusion was accumulated, which compressed the nerves and had a 30% success rate. Now, it's better. After these Chinese medicine injections, the patient's heart stopped!"

As soon as the doctor said, the faces of the people in front of him suddenly changed, and the two people who were crying were even more pale.

"Treat people to death? The Chinese medicine doctor has cured people to death!" Dr. Lance, who was standing outside, shouted, and his voice echoed throughout the hall.

This sound could be said to have a stone stirred up a thousand waves. Many people standing elsewhere walked towards this side after hearing the news.

Western doctors who came out of the emergency room said, "You are going to inform the lawyer. This time, these Chinese medicine doctors cannot escape responsibility. They have not understood the patient's condition at all, so they can treat it casually!"

As soon as the Western doctor finished speaking, Zhang Xuan and others who were in the emergency room immediately attracted an angry look.

"Monster doctors! You quack doctors! I want to sue you! You Chinese medicine doctors are just a bunch of bullshits. If my father wants to have anything, you can't escape!" The family of the patient who had shown calmness before reached out and pointed at the emergency room and shouted.

Zhang Xuan looked at the Western doctor coldly, ignored the patient's family's scolding, pulled up the door of the emergency room, and prepared to close the door.

"What are you doing!"

The door of the emergency room was about to be closed, and the excited patient's family opened it.

"What are you doing? Of course you are saving people. You are hindering us now. Are you voluntarily responsible for the consequences?" Zhang Xuan said coldly.

"Save people? You Chinese medicine doctors want to continue to harm people. The heart has stopped beating. What are you going to save? I think you just want to escape responsibility!" The Western doctor shouted loudly.

"That's right, I think you want to close the door and do something. When you shift the responsibility, you will think that this matter has nothing to do with you?" Dr. Lance also spoke.

"Tell you, I saw the scene of your Chinese medicine treating people with your own eyes!" The Western doctor said loudly, "This time, you must give everyone an explanation!"
Chapter completed!