Pale complexion, rapid breathing, purple blood vessels...
Ye Feng squatted down, glanced quickly at the little boy, and then pinched his pulse with his hand.
"Are you a Chinese medicine practitioner?"
The moment he saw Ye Feng's action, the middle-aged foreigner suddenly showed a strange smile and asked him in a stiff Chinese accent.
"That's right." Ye Feng nodded calmly, then quietly sensed the pulse.
After getting the definite answer, the middle-aged foreigner's expression became even more disdainful, and then he muttered something at a very fast speed.
"what did he say?"
Although Ye Feng didn't understand what the foreigner said, he could feel that it was not a good thing.
"He said you were a witch doctor..."
The beautiful stewardess hesitated for a moment and explained to Ye Feng.
Witch Doctor…
Ye Feng's eyes turned cold when he heard that, but he immediately smiled bitterly in his heart.
The image of Chinese traditional medicine in the eyes of the world is so deeply rooted that in the modern society where people have to take injections and take all kinds of chemical synthetic drugs, traditional Chinese medicine practitioners who insist on using Chinese herbal medicine to treat patients really seem so out of place.
Especially for these foreigners, using herbs to treat diseases is so similar to witchcraft.
It is indeed imperative to revive traditional Chinese medicine and change its image in the eyes of the world.
"Did he just eat some nuts?"
Less than two minutes later, Ye Feng looked up at the anxious parents of the little boy and asked in a deep voice.
But unfortunately, the parents obviously couldn't understand Chinese, and they looked confused when answering Ye Feng's questions.
"He is wasting his time. I can confirm on the honor of Presbyterian Hospital that the best way to treat him now is to perform a tracheotomy on him, then make an emergency landing nearby and send him to the hospital to stop the bleeding."
But before Ye Feng could ask the beautiful stewardess to translate, the middle-aged foreigner spoke to the little boy's parents in a hurried tone.
The Presbyterian Hospital seemed to be quite famous, and the moment the little boy's parents heard the word, they were excited.
Not only them, the chief flight attendant also quickly walked towards the captain and asked if he had contacted the nearest airport for emergency landing.
"Help me translate and ask them the question I asked just now." At this moment, Ye Feng said to the beautiful stewardess in a calm tone.
The language barrier can be said to be the biggest problem Ye Feng is facing now.
Give this young man a chance...
A good-looking face is useful no matter where you go. Although the beautiful stewardess was a little hesitant about whether Ye Feng could cure the disease, when she saw Ye Feng's sincere eyes and face, she translated Ye Feng's questions to the little boy's parents.
"Yes, he just ate a few shaved pistachios from his salad."
The little boy's parents nodded and gave an affirmative answer.
"It's confirmed that he doesn't have asthma, but a nut allergy. I can cure it."
After hearing the beautiful stewardess's translation, Ye Feng was obviously relieved, and then stated his own inference.
When he felt the little boy's pulse just now, he found that the little boy did have a history of asthma, but what was strange was that according to the analysis of the pulse, it seemed that it was not asthma but other reasons that induced the boy's coma.
"Witch doctor, don't waste any more time. If you don't cut open his trachea, he will die."
The middle-aged foreign doctor was a little impatient. He frowned and said coldly to Ye Feng.
"Will he die if we don't cut the trachea?" Ye Feng knew that if he wanted to treat him, he had to get past the middle-aged foreigner. He smiled calmly and said, "I can guarantee it with my life. Although he has asthma, his current condition is definitely not caused by asthma. Do you dare to guarantee with your life that he will not die if we cut the trachea?"
"I can take the honor of the Presbyterian Hospital..." The middle-aged foreigner shrugged.
"Honor? What can your so-called honor do?" Ye Feng smiled faintly.
The middle-aged foreigner's face darkened and he was about to retort, but at this moment, the flight attendant came hurriedly and said a lot of gibberish to the little boy's parents and the middle-aged foreigner with a very ugly face.
"What did she say?" Ye Feng didn't understand, so he had to ask the beautiful stewardess.
"The chief flight attendant said that the captain contacted the nearest airport, but because we are over the ocean right now, even if we change the route, it will take an hour to arrive. If we return, it will take even longer," explained the flight attendant.
"I'm sorry, a tracheotomy is only an emergency measure that can alleviate his condition. If we can't get to the hospital within half an hour, I still can't guarantee his safety. It will take an hour to get to the airport. I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do."
At the same time, the middle-aged foreigner who was originally full of confidence suddenly spread his hands to the little boy's parents and continued: "From the time I entered the hospital until now, I have always maintained the honor of not having a single patient die during my visits. I cannot destroy my honor by struggling in vain."
When the little boy's parents heard the sound, their faces darkened, especially his mother, who hugged the little boy tightly, and her tears kept dripping down like broken strings.
That sad expression makes people feel sad.
A loving mother loves her children, and family love knows no national boundaries or race.
"Which is more important, honor or life?" Thanks to the simultaneous translation by the pretty stewardess, Ye Feng quickly understood what the middle-aged foreigner said. After sneering at the middle-aged foreigner, he asked the pretty stewardess to translate for him to the boy's parents: "I can guarantee with my life that I can cure him."
When the little boy's parents heard Ye Feng's words, they looked at each other, with expectation and uneasiness in their eyes.
They didn't want their child to die and wanted to accept Ye Feng's kindness, but the middle-aged foreign doctor's comment about Ye Feng as a "witch doctor" made them worry that Ye Feng could not help them.
At this moment, the beautiful stewardess's eyes changed and she whispered something to the little boy's parents.
After this conversation, the little boy's parents nodded hesitantly.
"You, go find me a vomit bag and put it in front of him!"
Seeing their expressions, Ye Feng quickly reached out and held the little boy in his arms. He stretched his hands from his back to his chest and abdomen and pressed gently while he said to the flight attendant.
Upon hearing the sound, the flight attendant hurriedly picked up the vomit bag and placed it in front of the little boy.
vomit!
As soon as the vomit bag was opened, Ye Feng exerted a little force with both hands, and the little boy leaned forward and vomited out a pile of salad that had not been fully digested.
In the sticky filth, whole pistachio shavings could be vaguely seen.
Although vomit is disgusting, the beautiful stewardess's eyes became strange when she saw the contents.
Ye Feng did not eat lunch and did not look at the menu. He had no reason to know that the lunch provided on the plane was a nut salad.
Since he could judge this situation without knowing anything, maybe he was not a "witch doctor" as the middle-aged foreigner said, but a real doctor, a rare good doctor!
(End of this chapter)