my luck is on

As soon as the words fell, several doctors walked quickly to the old man's side to check his condition.

After a while, everyone asked the old man when the skin disease appeared.

The old man said in blunt Chinese: "I discovered the skin disease five years ago. As for how I got it, shouldn't the doctor check it?"

There is not much information that the patient can provide, so Ma Junping suggested to take him to the consultation room for instrument examination.

However, this proposal was immediately rejected by Andre.

Andre said angrily: "Dean Ma, can't you treat patients without equipment?"

"This……"

Ma Jun was as flat as a bitter melon, winking at Lu Yang behind him.

Without the assistance of equipment, it is really difficult for the central hospital to detect the patient's condition.

Observing the condition with the naked eye is an area where Chinese medicine is good at.

"I'm going down first."

Lu Yang bid farewell to Wang Boyong, walked from the back row to the front, and checked the patient's pulse.

"So it is."

Lu Yang roughly found out the cause of the old man's illness, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.

Dr. Andre proudly said: "It's really disappointing that so many doctors in the central hospital can't even find out the cause of the simplest skin disease."

Ma Junping said unhappily: "Dr. Andre, how do you know we can't find out?"

"Dean Ma, if you can find out, why hasn't anyone told me the result yet?" Andre said self-righteously.

"Hahaha, in my opinion, the central courtyard is just a superficial thing."

A middle-aged man stood up and looked at Ma Junping mockingly.

Fu Dahai, an authoritative expert in the field of Chinese medicine, with the decline of domestic Chinese medicine in recent years, turned to develop abroad and became a full-time consultant of St. John's Hospital.

Seeing that everyone was so angry, Fu Dahai sneered and said: "President Ma, the Central Hospital is praised so much on the Internet, but it's a pity that seeing it is worth seeing. The Central Hospital is not even as good as the second-class hospital under our St. John's. , it seems that we came here for nothing this time.”

Ma Junping felt as angry as he wanted. Andre was a foreigner, so he looked down on the central hospital, but Fu Dahai was a compatriot. Not only did he not speak for the central hospital, but he helped Andre mock his own people.

This kind of person calls him a scum, which is considered light!

"Who said we couldn't see it."

While speaking, an old doctor sitting in the middle of the venue stood up and rushed down at a speed that did not match his age.

The old doctor took the patient's pulse and checked his skin with his hands.

After a while, the old doctor said firmly: "The patient's body has excess cold air, coupled with malnutrition, so the skin ulcerated."

"Are you sure?" Andre asked lightly.

"Sure!"

The old doctor said resolutely: "If I am wrong, I will resign immediately, and I will no longer be a Chinese medicine doctor after I wash my hands."

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous!"

Andre laughed wildly, with undisguised sarcasm in his laughter.

Ma Junping's face was livid, and he said, "Dr. Andre, what makes you so happy?"

Dr. Andre put away his smile and said contemptuously: "Chinese medicine, which is almost witchcraft, is regarded as a serious subject by you, how can you not make me laugh?"

The old doctor said angrily: "Andre, please speak clearly, why do you say Chinese medicine is witchcraft?"

Andre sneered and said, "Old man, now is the age of science, and your tricks are no longer effective. If you want to treat patients, you still need to rely on our western medicine."

"is it?"

Lu Yang smiled coldly and said, "Are you sure Western medicine can cure the patient's disease?"

"Ding! The host is ridiculed, luck value +20!"

Andre said without thinking: "There is nothing in the world that is omnipotent, and western medicine is no exception. But if even western medicine can't cure it, Chinese medicine can't possibly cure it."

"Then let me see what your western medicine means."

Lu Yang hugged his shoulders and stared at Andre indifferently.

"As long as you admit that it is not as good as our Western medicine, I will immediately tell the cause of the patient."

Seeing that Lu Yang was young, Andre immediately despised him.

A young intern doctor is not worthy of showing his medical skills.

"If you don't want to make a move, let me explain the cause of the old man's illness."

Lu Yang spoke surprisingly, saying that he had detected the cause of the patient and could cure the patient at any time.

Andre was taken aback when he heard the words, and then said, "What method are you going to use to treat the patient?"

Lu Yang said lightly, "Golden Needle."

Hearing this, Andre, Fu Dahai, and George laughed loudly, calling Lu Yang mentally retarded.

"Ding! The host is ridiculed, luck value +15!"

"Ding! The host is being ridiculed continuously, luck value +35!"

"Ding! The host is despised, luck value +10!"

Not only these people laughed at Lu Yang, but even the doctors at the central hospital looked at Lu Yang with a little contempt.

Ninety percent of the doctors present were trained in western medicine, and only a few were in traditional Chinese medicine.

For Lu Yang's idea of ​​using golden needles to treat people, most doctors have a disapproving attitude.

Sensing the meaning in these gazes, Lu Yang couldn't help sighing.

No wonder Wang Boyong said that Chinese medicine is in decline. Looking at the eyes of these people, the matter is already very clear.

Even my own people look down on Chinese medicine, so how can foreigners be expected to look down on them?

Faced with these mocking gazes, Lu Yang took out a golden needle and stabbed the old man's back, and a streak of black blood flowed out instantly.

"How is this going?"

Seeing this, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, the patient was fine, how could he bleed black blood?

Andre said with an abnormal expression: "What did you do just now?"

"As you can see, I am treating patients."

Lu Yang stared at the black blood on his back and said, "The old man's skin is festering. It's not because his body is too cold, nor because of genetics, but because he has been poisoned."

As soon as these words came out, everyone turned pale with shock.

The old doctor who checked the old man's body just now said dumbfounded: "He... how could he be poisoned?"

Lu Yang said with a half-smile: "I have to ask Dr. Andre, he brought the patient."

In an instant, everyone's eyes were cast on Dr. Andre.

"He is right. The patient's skin is ulcerated, and he is indeed poisoned."

Andre said reluctantly: "The patient has a strange toxin. This toxin is very rare. After a long period of testing and observation, I have only recently analyzed the composition and structure of the toxin."

Originally, Andre planned to use this case as a trump card to slap the Central Hospital in the face, but he didn't expect that Lu Yang would see through it.

"Ding! The host is worshiped, luck value +20!"

At this moment, even the most stupid person can understand that Lu Yang really has great abilities.

Things that others couldn't do, Lu Yang could solve with a few words.