No one really thinks I'm a master, right?

Chapter 49 Consultation
Los Angeles Central Hospital.

A convoy drove in through the back door, and a group of gray-haired men and women came down, and hurried upstairs surrounded by medical staff.

In the meeting room, after some politeness, we entered the topic.

"Director Zhang, let me give you a brief introduction."

"Okay, everyone is an old expert who has been engaged in clinical tumor treatment research for many years. I don't want to say anything else. I believe you have seen the disease samples I sent to you last time. But what I want to say today is that this patient , recovered."

"Zhang Changgeng, all the experts present here are well-known experts in the province and even in the country. Do you know what you are talking about?"

An old man with a serious face shouted in a low voice.

Zhang Changgeng said seriously: "Dean Ren, I can take responsibility for anything I say, and the relevant information is on the desks of all experts, you can take a look first."

"rustle!"

The experts didn't say much, and hurriedly flipped through the thick book in front of them.

Only the first old man closed his eyes and said nothing, did not look through the pages, and sat there motionless like a mountain.

"Mr. Dan, why don't you take a look too?"

An expert sitting next to the old man carefully handed over a booklet.

Mr. Dan waved his hand and said, "Xiao Meng, I don't want to see it. We don't understand Western medicine. Just let me see the patient later."

"Xiao Meng?"

Meng Qiusheng, who is well-known at home and abroad and can be called the great doctor of China, Professor Meng, your name is Xiaomeng?
Did I hear you wrong or are you talking in your sleep.

But Meng Qiusheng didn't care and gently put down the information. He seemed a bit restrained in front of the mysterious Mr. Dan.

Director Zhang's heart was overwhelmed, so why not Dean Ren?

As soon as he entered the meeting room, he gave up the seat to Professor Meng and presided over the meeting himself, but Professor Meng actually gave up the seat to Mr. Dan again, without introducing him, and he didn't dare to ask more questions. It must be extraordinary for Professor Meng to value it so much.

After a while, all the experts put down the materials with frowns, each with solemn, puzzled, surprised, or disdainful expressions.

"Teachers, this is the situation, please express your opinion."

Director Zhang had expected this to happen a long time ago, so he was not surprised.

A fat old expert put down his glasses, rubbed his eyes and said, "Director Zhang's treatment plan is very safe, there is no problem, but within a day, oh, or in the blink of an eye, the tumor is gone. Night Tan, even if you give me this stack of information, I don’t believe it, I even think this consultation is meaningless, I think we can go back.”

Director Zhang was in a hurry, and was about to explain something, when another old expert with a ruddy face answered, "Don't worry, Director Zhang, which of us here is an old man who has been working in this field for decades, if you say there is The latest clinical breakthrough, we will definitely be happy for you, but the description on your report is a bit outrageous."

"That's right, this is not a joke. Just now he had a malignant tumor, the patient was in a coma, and his vital signs were so low, he recovered in a blink of an eye? Ha ha."

"Director Zhang, I said you invited us here, even Mr. Meng, are you joking?"

"That's right. If Professor Meng hadn't come in person, I wouldn't have come here."

Dean Ren seemed to have been mentally prepared, and patiently waited for everyone to finish speaking, then turned to look at Director Zhang and said, "Come on, Director Zhang, explain to everyone."

Director Zhang cleared his throat and said seriously: "Dear experts, teachers, and colleagues, I, Zhang Changgeng, have been in this field for so many years and published so many academic papers. Will I do such a boring thing when I retire?"

"Well, please come and have a look at the patient's condition, the facts speak louder than words!"

The group of people got up one after another and followed Director Zhang to a special care ward with strong curiosity.

Sun Qingbai in the ward was bored. He obviously felt that everything was normal, and he was even a little excited, but the doctors and nurses refused to let him go out of the hospital. Even his father could only see him once a day.

Fortunately, the hospital said that not only did they not charge a penny, but they also provided them with delicious food and drink every day, so Sun Qing stayed here suspiciously.

At this moment, he was eating melon seeds and watching TV, when suddenly a group of old men in white coats walked in, and as soon as they came in, they looked him up and down, which made his heart shudder.

"Hello, these are well-known experts in China. This time, they are here to give you a consultation. Please don't be nervous and cooperate with our inspection!"

Director Zhang said softly.

I didn't expect that it didn't matter if I didn't say this, and Sun Qing was so scared that the melon seeds fell to the ground.

"Brother, is this hopeless?"

What disease requires experts to come for consultation?

That day I drank two or two more in the evening, thinking that I would be more courageous when I was on the night shift, but I would pass out as soon as I entered the courtyard after getting drunk, and at most I would end up with a gastric lavage, why such a big fight?

It's bad, could it be that my buddy really has cancer, and it was found out this time?

Thinking of this, Sun Qing's face was ashamed, and his heart was like a knife. I just entered the city. I don't even have a girlfriend. Am I going to die?
Sun Qing turned his back to the sky, with mixed feelings in his heart, staring blankly at the ceiling, motionless.

The experts stepped forward to check one by one, those who felt the pulse, those who picked their eyelids, and those who used a stethoscope, etc. It was a lot of trouble.

The red-faced expert said angrily, "Director Zhang, there is no need for a comprehensive examination with instruments. I dare to use my decades of reputation to guarantee that this kid is healthier than a donkey, let alone a cancerous tumor."

Another old Chinese doctor also nodded and said, "That's right, his pulse is stable, and I can't see any signs of cancer."

"I said, Lao Zhang, what exactly did you do this time?"

"Yeah, we're so familiar, what are you doing calling us all the way here?"

For a while, Director Zhang was also called the target of everyone's criticism. Just looking at Professor Meng's face, everyone restrained themselves very much, otherwise someone would have thrown their sleeves away long ago.

After all, these people are experts and scholars who are famous in this city, the whole province, the whole country, or even the world. It is basically impossible for ordinary people to gather these people together for consultation.

This time, I was able to take time out of my busy schedule to attend the consultation in person in Luo City, all because of Professor Meng's face.

Although Professor Meng was mysterious and did not make it clear beforehand, he had huge influence and admirable talents. Experts and scholars also raised questions, but they never expected to encounter such a thing.

Professor Meng coughed twice, and then everyone calmed down the anger in their hearts to see what he had to say.

What everyone didn't expect was that Professor Meng bowed slightly, stretched out his hand and said, "Mr. Dan, I still have to trouble you."

"Hehe, Xiaomeng, you don't have to be so polite."

Mr. Nadan came to Sun Qing's bedside, took a look, and didn't even check his pulse, and said: "Apart from being timid, this kid is fine and healthy."

As soon as these words came out, all the scholars glanced at each other, and couldn't help but despise Mr. Dan a little in their hearts, but at the same time, more questions came to their minds.

After all, Professor Meng is a well-established great doctor in the country, who has made countless doctors look up to him. Is it true that Mr. Dan, who can make him so polite, is really at this level?
"what?"

Suddenly, Mr. Na Dan seemed to have discovered something, grabbed Sun Qing's wrist, thought for a while, his eyes suddenly widened, looked directly at Director Zhang and said, "Who has seen this patient before?"

Director Zhang was taken aback, and subconsciously replied: "Many, I have seen it, Dean Ren has also seen it, and..."

"Okay, I mean, besides the people in your hospital, who else showed him?"

asked Mr. Dan, interrupting him.

"Except for us? Who else can watch it? Could it be that little Taoist priest who swindled money is optimistic about it, ha ha!"

Director Zhang looked around, shook his head and smiled wryly.

(End of this chapter)