How could one analyze the patient's condition so thoroughly just by observing, smelling, asking and palpating
Dr. Hausen's head was buzzing and he could hardly believe his ears.
He spent so much time and effort and used many advanced instruments, only after carefully analyzing and comparing Bill's heart rate chart did he discover that Bill's cerebral hemorrhage was caused by fear, insomnia, and mood swings.
In order to find out the cause of the disease, he spent nearly a week, but Ye Feng found out the cause with just the simplest four diagnostic methods of observation, auscultation, inquiry and palpation. This was too outrageous and unbelievable.
"What outrageous things did this young Chinese doctor say that made our doctor Hausen not know how to answer his questions..."
At the same time, seeing Dr. Hausen's expression, Ryan mocked wantonly.
"How about it? My judgment is barely acceptable, right?"
Ye Feng couldn't hear what was happening outside the house, and even if he heard it, he was too lazy to pay attention. After coming to the conclusion, he looked at Dr. Hausen and said indifferently.
"The patient is handed over to you. I hope you can cure him."
Dr. Hausen smiled bitterly and shook his head, then stepped aside and gave the best position to treat the patient to Ye Feng.
If Ye Feng, who took less than a minute to detect the cause of the patient's illness, can only be considered to have barely passed, then what about him who spent a week to find the cause
Although Dr. Hausen's attitude is a bit bad, he is a trustworthy person.
Ye Feng smiled faintly, then slowly stood to the place where Dr. Hausen had just stood, and began to examine Bill carefully.
"My God, Dr. Hausen actually took the initiative to give up his seat and let this young Chinese doctor see Mr. Bill!"
At this moment, Ryan outside the house also saw this incredible scene. After rubbing his eyes hard, he opened his mouth and murmured in disbelief.
Dr. Hausen is the most authoritative expert on cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases in the United States, and there are very few doctors who can be recognized by him.
Such a master-level figure rarely transfers his patients to other doctors.
But now that Dr. Hausen has done this, it means that he has recognized Ye Feng's medical skills and believes that he has the qualifications and ability to treat Bill.
But isn’t Chinese medicine just witch doctors using a bunch of grass to fool people
Ryan's heart was pounding wildly. He had a bad feeling that his original intention to mock Ye Feng, the Chinese boy, and the Chinese traditional medicine represented by Ye Feng would most likely fail.
It is even possible that he will become the one who makes Ye Feng famous!
He really couldn't accept that he, a person who was hostile to China, could become a force to make the Chinese famous.
At the same time, Ye Feng was already using his mental power to open the vertical eye under the skin between his eyebrows and looked at Bill.
"What an amazing fortune..."
At a glance, Ye Feng immediately saw that Bill's whole body was surrounded by a rich golden aura, shining as gold under the scorching sun.
But then, his brows twisted into a knot again.
Because in addition to the golden aura, Bill's whole body also had a lot of black aura intertwined with the golden aura.
The black aura was as thick as ink, lingering around him and gathering at the location of Bill's head, forming a ball of red blood.
"Gold energy represents wealth, while black energy represents unkindness. To be rich but unkind is to be cured, but also uncurable..."
Immediately afterwards, a voice sounded in Ye Feng's mind.
It seems that this guy has done something against his conscience, and seeing how his fortune and his guilty conscience are so closely intertwined, I'm afraid that the first pot of gold he made was earned by going against his conscience.
Although this guy was fine when he did the bad things, as he got older, he was exposed to some external stimuli, so he began to regret and worry, which led to fear and insomnia, and induced cerebral hemorrhage.
After a quick glance, Ye Feng immediately figured out the real reason why Bill suffered a cerebral hemorrhage.
"I need to meet with the patient's family. I will not treat the patient until a few questions are clarified."
Soon, Ye Feng turned around and looked at Dr. Hausen and said lightly.
"Do you want to meet Bill's family?" Dr. Hausen frowned and looked at Ye Feng in confusion.
It is the patient who needs treatment, not the patient's family. He doesn't understand what Ye Feng's intention is.
"I have three rules when I go out to see patients: I won't save the rich and unkind, I won't save the criminals, and I won't save the people who humiliate China! He happens to be within the range of people I won't treat. Only if his family members guarantee to me that they will compensate for the mistakes he made, will I treat him and make him wake up." Ye Feng said loudly.
Chinese doctors have so many rules...
Dr. Hausen was speechless for a moment. He glanced at Director Dyson and saw that he nodded slightly. Then he took out his cell phone and made a call.
"They will be here soon, please wait a moment, Mr. Ye." After the call was connected, Hausen said to Ye Feng.
"There's no need to wait. I will drain the blood from his brain first. Then, when the patient's family comes, they will understand that no one in the world can revive him except me."
Ye Feng waved his hand, then took out the needle bag from the backpack that Wenrou was carrying.
He already knew what the root cause of Bill's illness was, and if he wanted Bill's family to compromise with his demands, he had to show some real ability first and let them know that no one in the world could save Bill except him.
After getting the needle bag, Ye Feng reached out and took off the oxygen mask that was tightly attached to Bill's face and threw it aside.
"what are you doing?"
When Dr. Hausen saw Ye Feng's actions, he involuntarily took a step forward.
"Oh my god, he actually pulled out Mr. Bill's oxygen mask! According to the information I got from the hospital, Mr. Bill's nerve center has lost the ability to coordinate his body organs. His lungs can't breathe, and he can only rely on oxygen to stay alive. Did this young Chinese doctor take off Mr. Bill's oxygen mask to murder him?"
Not only Dr. Hausen, but Ryan outside the room also raised the microphone, stared at the ward and exclaimed.
"Mr. Ye, Mr. Bill can't breathe anymore. It's too dangerous for you to do this."
Dyson also knew how serious Bill's condition was, so he reached out and grabbed the oxygen mask, ready to put it on him.
"If he dies, I'll give him his life as compensation." Ye Feng said lightly, then looked at Dyson and said in a deep voice: "Don't move!"
This short sentence sounded like thunder to Dyson's ears, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably. The light oxygen mask in his hand seemed to become as heavy as a mountain.
How could he have such great authority at such a young age? Even when I met high-level bosses, I never lost my composure like this!