After finishing his words, Ye Feng handed the microphone to Ryan, then turned around and walked quickly towards the medical center.
"What was he saying?"
Ryan held the microphone, shrugged in confusion, with a look of confusion on his face.
"He said that you and the American people will witness a miracle, a miracle that belongs to China!"
But before he could continue to take the opportunity to make fun of Ye Feng, Wenrou spoke in fluent English, word by word, and swallowed back all the sarcastic words that were about to come out of his mouth.
"Mr. Ye, it seems that you are full of confidence."
When Ye Feng came over, Dyson led the way in front and said with a smile.
"If you can be like me and never fail, you will naturally have the same strong self-confidence as me."
Ye Feng smiled faintly and strode into the gate of the medical center.
Dyson was speechless for a moment, then couldn't help but smile and shook his head.
Ye Feng was right. When a person never fails, he will naturally have strong self-confidence.
But this time, will this confident young Chinese man stumble here
After smiling and shaking his head, Dyson quickly chased after Ye Feng.
Not only was there a huge crowd outside the medical center, but there was also a huge crowd inside the hospital, and even the corridors were filled with onlookers. In addition to some patients who were watching the excitement, there were also many foreign doctors wearing white coats and with playful expressions on their faces.
It was obvious that these people, like Ryan outside, did not think that Ye Feng could wake Bill up at all, and thought that everything he was doing now was just for the sake of attracting attention.
But Ye Feng simply chose to ignore the expressions of these people and strode into the ward.
Before the final result comes out, no matter how much you say, it will be redundant. Only ironclad facts can make these people understand how profound Chinese medicine is.
In the ward, Bill, the richest man who was already a little thin, was now as pale as paper, lying motionless on the hospital bed. If it weren't for the ventilator next to him still working slowly, people would have suspected that there was a dead person lying here.
"How is the patient doing today?"
After glancing at Bill, Ye Feng asked an old doctor standing beside the bed.
Despite the gentle translation, the old doctor ignored Ye Feng and continued to occupy the best position to treat the patient. He stared intently at the electrocardiograph next to him, as if he would see a flower on the screen as long as he stared at it.
"Mr. Ye, this is Dr. Hausen. He is the most authoritative doctor specializing in cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases in the United States. He was personally responsible for Mr. Bill's treatment before."
Seeing this, Dyson hurriedly smiled and told Ye Feng the identity of the old doctor, and then said to Dr. Hausen: "Dr. Hausen, this is Mr. Ye who will treat Mr. Bill next."
"I know who he is..."
After hearing Dyson's words, Dr. Hausen turned around, looked Ye Feng up and down, and unexpectedly spoke fluent and authentic Chinese, with a unique accent of Northeast China.
"Have you been to China?"
Hearing this, Ye Feng couldn't help but ask Dr. Hausen in surprise.
"Twenty years ago, for some reasons, I stayed in Northeast China for a few years, so I learned the language there."
Dr. Hausen did not deny it. He nodded casually and looked at Ye Feng and said, "While I was there, I saw your method of treating patients. If I remember correctly, it's called "Look, Listen, Ask, and Feel", right?"
"Yes." Ye Feng nodded.
"Do you really think you can diagnose a patient's condition just by observing him and feeling his pulse, which is so elusive and hard to measure? Excuse me, the Chinese medicine practitioners I've met in China don't seem to be good enough in this regard."
Dr. Hausen twitched his mouth in disdain, and then said lightly: "Besides, the doctors I have met are older than you, and may have practiced medicine longer than you."
"We Chinese have an old saying, 'There is no limit to the number of times you learn something, and the one who is more knowledgeable is your teacher.' Practicing medicine for a long time does not mean that their medical skills are better. I'm sorry, maybe the Chinese medicine doctor you saw happened to be a mediocre doctor among our Chinese medicine experts."
Ye Feng shrugged and answered calmly.
He could feel that this Doctor Hausen was different from Ryan just now. It was not that he had an innate aversion to Chinese medicine, but he happened to come into contact with several incompetent mediocre doctors, which left him with a bad impression of Chinese medicine.
"According to what you said, they are quacks, so you are a good doctor?" Doctor Hausen curled his lips and looked at Ye Feng with a smile: "Since you think you are a good doctor, then use your methods of observation, auscultation, questioning and palpation to prove to me what caused Mr. Bill's cerebral hemorrhage and what kind of condition he is in now."
“Is this a test?”
Ye Feng grinned and said calmly to Dr. Hausen.
"You can regard this as a test, because if your performance is not satisfactory to me, I will not blindly hand my patients over to anyone. You are also a doctor, you should know that doctors are responsible for the health of their patients."
Dr. Hausen nodded and said firmly.
"Okay, since you want to see it, I'll prove it to you."
Ye Feng nodded, reached out to pull a stool, and sat in front of Bill who was unconscious on the bed. He gently stretched out his hand, placed it on his pulse, then narrowed his eyes slightly and began to take his pulse.
What if he really found out the cause of Bill's cerebral hemorrhage and his current physical condition
Looking at Ye Feng, who was calm and confident, an unprecedented idea suddenly popped up in Dr. Hausen's mind.
But soon, he shook his head.
Cerebral hemorrhage is a global medical problem. With Bill's family remaining tight-lipped, I used a large number of scientific instruments to roughly restore the cause of Bill's cerebral hemorrhage.
He didn't believe that Ye Feng could find out the cause of the disease just by observing, smelling, asking and feeling the human body.
But why did he still feel an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart
"It seems that our Doctor Hausen has given this young Chinese doctor a difficult problem. I wonder if this young doctor can get Doctor Hausen's approval? You know, our Doctor Hausen is famous for his strictness!"
At the same time, Ryan, who had walked into the medical center and was nervously watching the situation in the ward through the glass curtain wall, picked up the microphone after seeing this scene and smiled, leaving a suspense in the minds of the TV and Internet viewers.
After closing his eyes and taking the pulse for a while, Ye Feng stood up, reached out and took off the oxygen mask on Bill's face, pinched his chin open, looked at the color of his tongue, and smiled confidently. He turned back and said to Dr. Hausen:
"The pulse is deep and stringy, and the tongue is light red and slightly blue. If I am not mistaken, the patient should have experienced a period of fear and insomnia, and mood swings before the onset of the disease, right?"
What?!
He actually could see the cause of the disease just by using his naked eyes!
As soon as these words came out, Dr. Hausen's face suddenly changed, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight, and he stared at Ye Feng with a strange look.