While talking, Lu Chen had already followed He Qian to the door of the emergency room.

At this time, many people gathered in the corridor outside the door, including old and young, all wearing white coats.

"He Qian, is this doctor who knows the three-talent acupuncture method?" An old man in his sixties and covered in silver silk said first and said anxiously.

His words immediately attracted everyone's attention, and everyone's eyes looked at Lu Chen.

He Qian nodded quickly: "Yes, Dean, Mr. Lu is the miracle doctor I mentioned just now. On the bus back to Jiangcheng, I saw him use the silver needle to pierce an emergency patient with a concomitant cerebral hemorrhage and heart disease."

The old dean hurried over and held Lu Chen's hand and said enthusiastically: "I didn't expect that Dr. Lu is so young and promising, and the younger generation is terrifying!"

The old dean did not underestimate Lu Chen because he was young, but instead praised him, which increased Lu Chen's favorability towards him a lot.

You should know that in the Chinese medical community, seniority has always been emphasized. A doctor who looks only in his twenties, even if he is really good at a little, is often despised by "respected" seniors.

If it were a different situation, Lu Chen would of course be willing to talk to the kind dean in front of him.

Even if he seeks medical treatment because of his illness, at least this attitude is worthy of recognition.

But the old general's condition is obviously not optimistic and he must race against time.

He didn't talk nonsense and said straight to the point: "The situation is urgent. Can I let me go in and see the patient?"

Just as the old dean was about to speak, a middle-aged doctor with a national face suddenly said lightly: "Director Wu, this is not good! I would have done this to get traditional Chinese medicine in it, not to mention that Mr. Lu is so young."

He Qian frowned and quickly explained to Lu Chen in a low voice: "This doctor is named Wang Yuansheng, a doctor who graduated from Harvard Medical School. He highly recommends Western medicine and is a special attending physician in our hospital. He believes that our traditional Chinese medicine is pseudoscience and is very repulsive."

Hearing Wang Yuansheng's ridicule, Lu Chen, as the descendant of traditional Chinese medicine, naturally did not want to choose to remain silent.

Although it is human nature to question his youth, belittled traditional Chinese medicine and he could no longer bear it.

What's more, Wang Yuansheng himself is a Chinese.

"Doctor Wang, right? I wonder how you came to the conclusion that traditional Chinese medicine is useless?" Lu Chen asked coldly.

Just now, he had actually looked at the patient on the bed through the window of the emergency room.

Although the old general is still in danger, the situation is not as bad as imagined, so there is no need to be particularly anxious.

"Haha! You actually asked what the use of traditional Chinese medicine is? Especially your acupuncture method, it's okay to fool others, but it's nothing to experts. The unscientific methods of traditional Chinese medicine are just feudal superstitions and are not worth mentioning at all!"

As soon as Wang Yuansheng said this, many people frowned slightly.

Although most of the people present are majoring in Western medicine, after all, they are in China. Many people are simply born in traditional Chinese medicine families, or their elders are masters.

There are also many people who study the integration of traditional Chinese and Western medicine themselves.

His statement of belittled traditional Chinese medicine naturally immediately aroused everyone's disgust.

"Science, haha..." Lu Chen sneered, "No matter if it is a black cat, a white cat, a good cat can catch mice. Whether it is traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, it is a good medical technique to cure diseases!"

Wang Yuansheng also laughed, then his face darkened, and he said disdainfully: "Then according to you, the shrapnel in the old general Yang's body can be disposed of by traditional Chinese medicine? Don't tell me what kind of acupuncture you can use to cure it with just one puncture."

Lu Chen suddenly laughed and then snorted coldly: "Ignorance! Don't forget, even if it is surgery, we are nearly a thousand years earlier than the West. Scraping the bones to heal injuries and opening the craniotomy to treat diseases, there were pioneers in ancient times. Doctor Wang should not forget his ancestors."

Wang Yuansheng scoffed and waved his hand, saying, "It's just some stories without historical basis. It's not worth believing!"

Lu Chen felt that he could not continue to communicate with this guy, so he simply said that the old general's condition was not enough.

"Is that so? Let's talk about the current example! I guess you can't do it to ensure that the elderly's physical function will not drop sharply during the operation, and can perfectly remove the shell on the organ, right?"

Wang Yuansheng raised his eyebrows and asked, "So what? Can you solve it? Maybe, what are you talking about? What you said is what some people told you."

When Wang Yuansheng said this, he looked at He Qian intentionally or unintentionally.

"I didn't tell Lu Chen this. I believe he has this kind of strength." He Qian said biting her lip.

At this time, a man in his early forties and a strong-faced face said in a deep voice: "Now is not the time for you to argue. I hope you can come up with a perfect solution. My grandfather's illness cannot be delayed."

"I heard from this little doctor's tone, it seems that he can cure the old man?"

At this time, a graceful and elegant woman beside him also spoke.

She looked at Lu Chen with anticipation, as if she regarded him as the last straw.

Regarding the old man's illness, because he just took a look from a distance, combined with what He Qian said, Lu Chen only had a rough idea in his heart.

He estimated that he was at least 60% to 70% sure he was cured.

Moreover, this is actually just a look for the eyes of merit in your body.

"I can't make a judgment on the old man's illness. Everything has to be decided by me after observing the patient." Lu Chen said sincerely.

At this time, he didn't dare to really say something to death.

At least he didn't dare to make a conclusion before touching the old man's pulse.

The old man has a special status, and there is an aggressive Wang Yuansheng next to him. If something goes wrong, he may cause some trouble.

After hearing what Lu Chen said, Wang Yuansheng couldn't help but jump out again: "Chairman Yang, don't believe his nonsense. This kid is just talking nonsense."

"Enough! I've been listening to your discussion for a few hours here, but I haven't seen you have any solutions. Now someone is willing to try it, but you are trying to obstruct it. Is it because you are afraid that others will not be able to get out of Taiwan if they cure the disease?"

The middle-aged man, known as Chairman Yang, scolded him and turned to Lu Chen and said earnestly: "Mr. Lu also wants to move and make every effort to treat the old man. Please!"

Seeing that Chairman Yang was so polite to Lu Chen, everyone didn't dare to say anything more.

Wang Yuansheng opened his mouth and swallowed the words back.

Lu Chen nodded, pushed the door open and began to observe the patient on the bed carefully.

The old man was skinny, with blood-colored face, his eyes were closed, his breathing was slow and weak, and it seemed that one foot had already stepped into the gates of hell.

On the side, a large bottle of nutrient solution is used to maintain the physical functions of the elderly.

Various physiological data of the elderly monitored by various equipment.
Chapter completed!