SFS Chapter 198 Guan Yueli is the founder of Traditional Chinese Medicine
Chapter 198 Guan Yueli is the founder of Traditional Chinese Medicine
The door of the operating room has been opened, and Mr. Tang has been pushed into the operating room. The surgeon and assistants are making preparations.
When Guan Yueli and the others arrived, the nurse was about to take off Mr. Tang's clothes.
Seeing this, Tang Manwen shouted, "Stop! Who allowed you to perform surgery?"
As he said that, he rushed into the operating room.
Guan Yueli quickly stepped forward, pushed the crowd aside, and protected Mr. Tang behind her.
She quickly checked Mr. Tang's physical condition, and a cold look flashed in her eyes. It turned out that he had been ambushed.
Guan Yueli said coldly: "Escort Mr. Tang out first, the temperature in the operating room is low."
Tang Manwen nodded: "Okay."
Guan Yueli pushed the trolley away, and Tang Manwen stood guard at the door of the operating room. The whole process took less than a minute.
The experts in the operating room finally reacted and burst into an uproar, each criticizing Tang Manwen.
Tang Manwen looked indifferent and unmoved.
Seeing that these big guys were getting more and more excited, their words were becoming more and more excessive.
She pulled out a silver pistol from her waist and pointed it at everyone.
In an instant, everyone seemed to lose their voices, and the room suddenly became silent.
Tang Manwen looked at the quiet crowd and said coldly, "You performed surgery on my father without permission. I haven't settled the score with you yet. Be quiet."
She guessed that Guan Yueli had already taken her father back to the clinic, so she put away her gun and walked back.
Bailey and Tang Que, who rushed over, just happened to see Tang Manwen threatening the experts at the institute with a gun, and were so scared that they didn't dare to step forward.
After Tang Manwen left, Tang Que wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly apologized to the experts: "Dear experts, I'm sorry. Tang Manwen was spoiled by my second brother. She didn't mean it. Please forgive me and don't make a fuss about her."
The middle-aged man in white at the head was about fifty years old. He was Bailey's teacher. He was a Chinese and one of the eight famous doctors at the M Continent Medical Research Institute. He was the lead in treating Tang Jue this time.
Hearing Tang Que's words, his beard trembled with anger. "Little girl? What little girl dares to point a gun at someone? I've been working in this field for so many years, and I've never been pointed at with a gun. Today I've experienced it."
Tang Que hurriedly said, "Director Xia, you're frightened. My Tang family will compensate everyone for their emotional loss. Please calm down. Let's go to the clinic first."
Director Xia, with a cold face, returned to the clinic with a group of people.
Guan Yueli quickly sent Tang Jue back to the treatment room and put the oxygen and monitoring equipment on him again.
At this moment, she was taking Tang Jue's pulse, while Xu Fei and Tang Manwen were standing by.
After a while, Director Xia, Tang Que and others rushed in.
Tang Manwen stopped everyone and did not allow them to disturb Guan Yueli.
Seeing this, Tang Que said with great sorrow, "Tang Manwen, are you really possessed? You want to kill your father!"
Tang Manwen's heart trembled, but she still insisted: "Uncle, I can't let my father go on the operating table for no apparent reason, nor can I let him die on the operating table for no apparent reason.
"I believe in Xiaoli."
Tang Que finally set his sights on the girl behind Tang Manwen who was taking his younger brother's pulse. This sight made him even angrier. "I agreed to the surgery. She's the miracle doctor you mentioned. There aren't many such young miracle doctors in the M Continent Medical Research Institute. And what is she doing?"
Tang Manwen: "Xiaoli is a Chinese medicine practitioner."
Tang Que almost laughed out of anger: "Huh, Chinese medicine?"
Doctor Xia, however, remained calm. He looked at the girl taking his pulse and said, "Do you know Chinese medicine? It just so happens that my main profession is Chinese medicine. Does the Xia family of China know this?"
Guan Yueli had already taken the pulse and said calmly, "I don't know. I haven't heard of it."
Director Xia laughed sarcastically and said, "You are in China, but you don't even know the Xia family. What qualifications do you have to call yourself a Chinese medicine practitioner?"
Guan Yueli turned around and her cold gaze fell on him: "The Xia family is so great?"
Director Xia said proudly, "Huaguo, my Xia family is a family of traditional Chinese medicine that has been passed down for nearly two hundred years. I have been influenced by my grandfather and father since I was a child, and I have developed a great interest in traditional Chinese medicine. I could recite the Compendium of Materia Medica by heart when I was five years old.
"Later, I studied and researched Traditional Chinese Medicine, and it has been over 40 years now. At the M Continent Medical Research Institute, I have been promoting Traditional Chinese Medicine, our national quintessence, and I have trained countless students and apprentices."
Speaking of this, Director Xia's tone was full of pride, and it could be said that he was really very proud of himself.
"Since you claim to be a Chinese medicine practitioner, I have to ask you something," Director Xia said, looking directly at Guan Yueli. "How many years have you been practicing medicine? Do you know the principles of Chinese medicine? How many times have you read the Compendium of Materia Medica? Can you memorize it?"
"Also, have you memorized the locations of the 720 acupuncture points on the human body? How well do you know the acupuncture point combinations? Do you know how to use silver needles?"
Hearing Director Xia's words, Guan Yueli looked up and took a closer look at him. This man was indeed quite capable, but Chinese medicine was extensive and profound, and he only knew less than eleven percent of it.
Guan Yueli said calmly, "Once, I haven't memorized it."
She has a photographic memory. She remembers everything that catches her eye without having to memorize it.
Moreover, her knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine is at the ancestral level.
Director Xia scoffed, "That's all? You dare to call yourself a Chinese medicine practitioner?"
"Until now, I still review these basic knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine and pharmacology every day. As the saying goes, learning never ends.
Even so, I wouldn’t dare say I’ve thoroughly studied all the knowledge in Chinese medicine.”
Director Xia turned his mocking gaze towards Tang Manwen again: "Ms. Tang, you don't know how to judge people. Be careful not to be deceived."
Tang Que was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. He hurriedly said, "Manwen, you heard it too. This person is a liar. Let her go immediately and let Director Xia continue to treat my second brother."
Guan Yueli gave Tang Jue a heart-protecting pill and a qi-restoring pill. Although they were simplified versions, they temporarily stabilized Tang Jue's condition.
Guan Yueli finally had some free time. She looked at Director Xia, anger and coldness surging in her voice, "Since you claim to be from a family of traditional Chinese medicine, don't you know that Patriarch Tang's health will definitely not survive the surgery?"
Director Xia frowned and said, "Everything has risks. Mr. Tang's surgery already has a 40% success rate. With my use of traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture to preserve his vital energy, the success rate can be increased to 60%.
"It's absolutely necessary to take such a risk."
"Heh," Guan Yueli sneered, "Today's operation will definitely fail."
Director Xia said angrily, "You are cursing the patient!"
Guan Yueli said indifferently: "Didn't you diagnose that Mr. Tang's body is not simply sick, but has been cursed and poisoned."