Chapter 291 Method!

Although there were not many reporters on the scene, they were not few. CCTV reporters were also among them, and Yangyi's treatment process was also broadcast live by CCTV at the same time. And the thousands of viewers in front of the TV were shocked by Yang Yi's short two words. Surprised and at the same time, full of incredulity, some people have even begun to scold at the TV. It's clearly a show, and even if it's a show, do you want to find someone who has a little acting talent? An hour can cure a dying terminal cancer patient. Who can believe it? Who will believe it? Come on, this is a cure for cancer, not a cold or fever, is it good? When was cancer so good to treat?

If it weren't for the fact that the white sheets had been infected with foul blood, they really thought that Yang Yi was just playing with a silver needle and stabbing people there.

Not only did the audience in front of the TV not believe it, but also the people present didn't believe it. The reporters were in a commotion, and then rushed up, their guns and guns aimed at Yang Yi. A few conscientious reporters walked to the bedside of the hospital bed, ignoring the stench, and clicked a few close-ups at the old man who looked like a dead corpse on the bed.

It seems that except for He Fuqiang, who has always believed in Yang Yi, there are several old professors who have studied Chinese medicine very deeply, and no one else believes Yang Yi's words. Just when Yang Yi first started to administer the needle, they were already shocked. Tremor needle, yes, trembling needle. They are all old scholars of Chinese medicine, and they have read all the books that record Chinese medicine. And under the imperial city of Kyoto, there is no shortage of ancient books that record the trajectory of history. Although most people don't even have the opportunity to touch some unique books in Chinese medicine, it is really not difficult for them to read that book. Not to mention He Fuqiang, he once saw the record of the tremor needle in a book "Miscellaneous Talks on Hundred Diseases", although it only summarized the tremor needle in a few words. But He Fuqiang is sure that Yang Yi used a trembling needle. Otherwise, how can we explain Yang Yi's pale appearance at the moment? This must be due to excessive consumption of qigong.

Not only He Fuqiang, but even several other professors of Chinese medicine also looked at Yang Yi with a fanatical expression, their eyes full of admiration. This so-called vibratogram has always existed only in legends, and many experts and professors have exhausted their life's energy and have not found the lost vibrato, but they have witnessed it with their own eyes today. This makes these people who have worked hard for Chinese medicine for most of their lives curious and full of satisfaction at the same time. As long as there are successors of Chinese medicine, then they --- die without regrets.

Chen Qi studied Western medicine, and he didn't know much about Chinese medicine, and he didn't know that the needle used by Yang Yi was the tremor needle that these experts and professors often talked about. But he is also a doctor, so he can naturally see from the patient's cheeks, which have begun to become a little ruddy, and the foul-smelling blood under him, that Yang Yi can really cure cancer. At this moment, Chen Qi's heart was full of complexity.

For a long time, Chen Qi, as the director of a tertiary hospital, has seen patients dying in pain. Listening to the heart-rending cries of the patient's family, he felt more uncomfortable than anyone else. But there is nothing to be done. He was just an ordinary doctor, and he couldn't do anything about the so-called terminal illness. He also hopes to develop drugs or methods that can treat cancer in his lifetime. But after so many years, he and the old experts in their hospital have found nothing. I didn't have a clue at all, but now that I saw Yang Yi treat his cancer, Chen Qi was very excited and grateful. But it's more about gratification. Whether it is Chinese medicine or Western medicine, the ultimate goal is to help patients get rid of the torture of illness as soon as possible, and it is not the same for everyone to do it.

Yang Yi was so weak at this time that he couldn't even speak. The last time I treated Xia Huiru, I only treated a large part of it, and it took a day or two to kill the remaining part of the cancer cells. But this time, in order not to lose face in front of these reporters and tens of thousands of viewers, Yang Yi was considered to have risked his life, and almost squeezed out the last trace of divine yuan in his body. If it weren't for the two temporary assistants, Yang Yi probably wouldn't even have the strength to stand up.

After a brief moment of surprise, Chen Qi hurriedly asked people to push the patient who had been treated by Yang Yi out for examination. He needs data, and only data can prove that Yang Yi really cured the so-called cancer.

"Doctor, have you really treated the cancer patient just now?"

"Doctor, does acupuncture really have such a miraculous effect?

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A series of questions, Yang Yi almost couldn't listen to a word. If it weren't for the fact that he was a little too weak at the moment, Yang Yi really wanted to press those reporters to the ground and beat them up. Why are you so fucking blind? Don't you see that Lao Tzu has become a problem even standing now? Where do you have the strength to answer your nonsense?

He Fuqiang hurriedly opened the reporters surrounding Yang Yi, and said with a little anger: "You have also seen that our doctors have no strength to answer your questions at this time. If you want to know if the cancer has been cured, won't you know the result later?" He Fuqiang took a deep breath, secretly annoyed in his heart, these reporters are too impersonal.

He Fuqiang spoke, and those reporters naturally didn't dare to ask, they all waited honestly, and after about half an hour, Yang Yi's strength recovered a little. But now he just wants to get a good night's sleep, he's so fucking tired. The doctor in charge of the laboratory hurriedly walked into the ward with a folder and handed the information to Chen Qi. Chen Qi looked at it carefully, and the smile on his face became stronger and stronger. After reading it in one breath, he turned over the folder and said with a smile: "This is the test report of our military hospital, after testing, the cancer cells in the patient's body just now have been completely removed, but now the body is still a little weak." As long as you recuperate in the hospital for a few days, you can be discharged. ”

'Wow' a stone stirs up a thousand waves. Everyone present did not hesitate to give their applause to Yang Yi, and during the time they were waiting for the inspection report just now, they were sweating for Yang Yi. The most excited are the old experts of traditional Chinese medicine. This is the glory of traditional Chinese medicine, the glory of being able to overwhelm Western medicine! The reporter hurriedly clicked a few close-ups of the test report, because Minister He Fuqiang and Minister He had just spoken, and they did not dare to ask Yang Yi, so they could only aim their long guns and short cannons at Chen Qi.

When the patient's family heard that the cancer had been cured, several of them cried with joy. A middle-aged man in his thirties pulled his wife and knelt down in front of Yang Yi without hesitation, wiped a handful of tears, and said, "Doctor, thank you, I am for my father, and our whole family is grateful to you." Thank you so much. ”

Yang Yi was startled, but he didn't have any strength in his body now, so he could only let the two assistant doctors help the man up, squeeze out a smile, and say something that many doctors have said. "That's what we're supposed to do. It's just that this sentence is not a scene like many doctors, he is from the heart.

The rest of the patients had tears in their eyes. At this moment, they also saw the hope of life. Most of the people in the room cried, and even the eyes of the old man He Fuqiang were moist. It was supposed to be something that should be happy, but it looked like everyone's expressions were so sad.

He Fuqiang took Yang Yi out of the ward in the patient's thousand thanks, those reporters originally wanted to interview Yang Yi, but He Fuqiang strongly refused, Yang Yi came out of the ward and did not speak, and his brows were unconsciously furrowed deeply. The most important thing is that if they are treated one by one, it will take at least a year or two, and those people cannot afford to wait.

Those old professors of traditional Chinese medicine all followed Yang Yi out with a fanatical face, but seeing Yang Yi's current state, he suppressed the desire for knowledge, nodded at Yang Yi kindly, and asked Yang Yi to pay more attention to rest and go about his own business.

Chen Qi took He Fuqiang and Yang Yi to his office with a red face, and then personally poured two glasses of water for Yang Yi and He Fuqiang, looking at Yang Yi's eyes full of respect. Although he is much older than Yang Yi, the so-called academic first, Yang Yi's medical skills are more than one grade higher than him, so Chen Qi's contempt for Yang Yi at the beginning disappeared without a trace.

He Fuqiang saw that Yang Yi had been depressed, and thought that Yang Yi was tired, so he patted Yang Yi's shoulder with some distress, and said, "What's the matter, Xiao Yang?

"It's not. Yang Yi shook his head lightly, and said with a bitter face: "Old man, I am tired and half dead after only treating one patient today, so if I treat thousands of patients, how long will it take? It's not that I'm afraid of being tired, I'm just worried that some patients won't be able to wait so long." ”

As soon as Yang Yi said, He Fuqiang's brows wrinkled unconsciously, just now Yang Yi treated the first cancer patient, he was only happy and ignored this stubble. Now that I think about it, this is really a big problem. Those patients are now fighting for their lives with death, and they could die at any moment. If you have to wait so long, it's really hard to say.

Chen Qi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said quickly: "Doctor Yang, can you teach those old experts in our hospital how to treat cancer?" You can rest assured, they are also Chinese medicine practitioners and have this foundation. It's a lot easier to learn, and wouldn't it be possible to solve the problem of time that way?"

He Fuqiang shook his head with a wry smile helplessly, and said, "Dean Chen, I have also thought about this method, but it doesn't work. You're not a Chinese medicine practitioner and don't understand this. To put it bluntly, the cure for cancer requires qigong, and without qigong, this requirement cannot be met. ”

Yang Yi also nodded quietly, agreeing with He Fuqiang's statement. But this is not all right, even if there is qigong, but if it is not strong enough, it can only play a moderating role, and it is impossible to kill all the cancer cells. Of course--- if the people in the small courtyard I met this morning had helped, I would have been able to heal several patients in one day.

Chen Qi let out a sigh of understanding, originally seeing Yang Yi's weak appearance when he finished treating the patient, he thought that he had spent too much energy, but now it seems that he should have spent too much qigong. Chen Qi originally planned to let those old experts and professors in his hospital steal teachers, but now it seems that it will not work.

"Xiao Yang, is there any other way?" He Fuqiang frowned and thought for a while, and asked.

Yang Yi shook his head slightly, but his mind kept recalling the things in the books he had read. Suddenly, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he said, "There is a way, but I just don't know if this method will work." ”

"What way?" He Fuqiang and Chen Qi's eyes couldn't help but light up, and they stared at Yang Yi together.

"With herbs!" replied Yang Yishen.