lady she comes from 1938

Chapter 212 Misdiagnosis
"Students who think I mean this, please raise your hands."

At first, only three or two people raised their hands. Some even moved their hands, but in the end they still did not raise their hands.

"Raise your hand boldly, no points will be deducted."

As soon as he said this, more than ten people raised their hands one after another. By the end, more than twenty people raised their hands.

"Okay. This is my first class. In order to make it easier to get along with each other in the future, let's resolve the conflict first. If you have any grievances or revenge, let's come over."

In one sentence, everyone was amused. They felt that this teacher was a bit interesting. He was not the kind of rigid person, and the class should not be too boring.

"The classmate who just asked me if I should tell myself where I live?"

"My name is Tang Zishuo, and I am a second-year graduate student in clinical medicine."

"Okay. Let's have a gathering of elites from Chinese and Western medicine today. There are several departments in the school's medical school, and each department will send three students to participate. You can nominate yourself, or you can make recommendations after discussion."

As soon as these words came out, not to mention the students present, Shen Jiayin and others became excited.

Han Yiran subconsciously grabbed Shen Jiayin's hand because she was nervous.

She knew that her uncle's medical skills were definitely fine, but these were all top students from Jincheng Medical College, and they all had specializations. Compared with theoretical knowledge, her uncle was not necessarily a match.

Someone raised their hands high: "Teacher, are you planning to fight against the talented students from our medical school alone?"

"If you feel that winning with more than you can win with less, I can find two helpers."

"Teacher, everyone here is a student from our medical school. If you ask for help, if you win, will it count as Western medicine or Chinese medicine?"

"Then I won't look for your medical students."

Everyone immediately turned their heads left and right to see if there was a spy around.

Han Baizian smiled and looked at the people in the corner: "Yiran, Zhijie, you two come up."

At this time, everyone's eyes were looking towards that corner again, and some people stood up and poked their heads over there.

Shen Jiayin was so frightened that she quickly pulled her scarf up a little, exposing only her eyes.

Han Yiran stood up nervously and said, "Why don't you let me go?"

At such an important moment, she was really afraid that she would mess it up.

"He's not suitable."

Strictly speaking, Han Wuxu is a true combination of traditional Chinese and Western medicine.

Han Zhijie raised his hand and patted her shoulder: "You have to believe uncle."

With that said, he pulled Han Yiran up to the podium together.

"Teacher Han, who are they?" Everyone was extremely curious about these two people.

"This is my daughter Han Yiran, and this is my son Han Zhijie. They learned some knowledge about traditional Chinese medicine from me when they were young, but due to interest, they did not choose to study medicine in the end."

Both Han Yiran and Han Zhijie's eyes widened instantly, looking at each other in disbelief, both suspecting that they were hallucinating.

Has the uncle admitted that they are his children?

So, is he finally willing to forgive himself?

"So, did Teacher Han come to our school to teach because there was no one to inherit the mantle?"

The person who asked the question was still Tang Zishuo just now. One can't help but wonder if he was following someone's instructions to find trouble.

Han Zhijie smiled slightly and shook his head.

"No, someone has already inherited my mantle. I reiterate that I come here to take classes. I just hope that Chinese medicine can benefit the people of the country and be passed on better. There is only one piece of firewood, and no matter how strong the fire is at the beginning, it will burn quickly. will be extinguished. But what I want is to keep the flame alive.”

"Teacher Han, who is the person you are talking about who will inherit your mantle? Is he here today?" Tang Zishuo asked again.

Han Baizian said: "I will answer this question for you later. Okay, let's get back to the topic."

Soon, student representatives were elected. Since there weren't enough people to stand on the podium, we simply asked them to stand in their original positions.

The questions were asked by students who did not participate in the competition.

Shen Jiayin knew nothing about medicine, so she didn't understand the exchanges between the two parties. You can only judge whether the answer is good or not based on the applause and discussions among the students around you.

What made her feel gratified was that although Han Yiran and Han Zhijie had been away from home for many years, they had not forgotten the medical knowledge they learned from Han Baizian, and they still talked about it as if they were familiar.

Especially Han Yiran. Shen Jiayin always remembered how the little girl looked extremely unconfident back then, but today she looked like a different person and shone on the stage.

When she first came on stage, she was obviously a little nervous, but when the other party started to attack, she quickly mobilized the knowledge in her mind and talked to so many people.

The three fathers and sons faced off against a group of talented students from the medical school, quite like fighting with each other.

“The last step is on-site medical consultation.”

"Teacher Han, on-site consultation, where do the patients come from?"

"So, are there any classmates here who have been feeling unwell recently?"

There were actually two students who volunteered to raise their hands, one boy and one girl.

The girls are students from the medical school, while the boys come from other departments to attend the lectures and want to learn some knowledge about traditional Chinese medicine.

A student standing behind him directly pulled the delivery guy in.

"No, no, I have to deliver food. Besides, I'm in good health, there's no problem at all." The delivery man disagreed at first.

"In this way, we will never delay your time for more than an hour, but we will give you a subsidy of two hundred yuan. Brother, just do it as a favor, okay?"

The takeaway guy heard that it was quite a good deal, so he agreed.

The first person to see the doctor was the girl from the medical school. She wore a burgundy down jacket + small-leg jeans + Martin boots, and tied a high ponytail. She looked youthful and pretty. The only flaw is that his face looks a little haggard.

"This is our classmate from the medical school. Teacher Han, you come first."

Han Baizian sat down happily, looked around and asked, "Is it hard to raise a child? How many times do you usually get up at night to feed?"

"Three or four times." Luo Siyu replied subconsciously, and then his eyes widened. "No, how did you know?"

Luo Siyu had just given birth, which was no secret in medical school. But she was only twenty-three years old, she could sit comfortably during confinement, and she recovered quickly after giving birth. If you weren't familiar with the situation, you wouldn't be able to tell that she had given birth.

Han Baizian smiled, then stated the basis for his judgment, and finally warned: "The postpartum recovery is not bad. Just pay attention to rest and don't be too tired."

The second "patient" was seen first by medical students, but both parties concluded that it was kidney stones.

The last "patient" is the big brother who delivers food.

This eldest brother looks very strong, and he looks very energetic. He doesn't look like there is anything wrong with him. He himself said: "I have been in good health since I was a child, and I rarely catch colds. I haven't felt any discomfort recently. If I insist on saying that I have, it's because I'm too tired from delivering food. When I get back to the dormitory, I just want to fall asleep."

There is nothing wrong with the conclusion drawn by the medical students.

After reading it, Han Baizian said seriously: "Go to the hospital for a liver test."

"What do you mean? Does it mean there's something wrong with my liver?"

The eldest brother was unhappy, his voice rose a lot, and his tone became worse.

"Do you know how to see a doctor? With my body, how can there be a problem with the liver? There is a person in our village who has liver cancer. The pain is really excruciating. At first, the painkillers were enough to stop the pain. The medicine doesn’t work anymore. That’s what you call a liver problem!”

The eldest brother was willing to be this "patient" just for the two hundred dollars. He had no need to seek medical treatment at all. Now that he was found to be sick, he was naturally unhappy.

Han Baizian can also understand this.

Health is very important and no one likes to be told that they are sick.

"The liver is different from other organs. It has no symptoms in the early stages of problems. By the time the patient feels uncomfortable, it is often already in the middle and late stages. The situation you mentioned is already in the advanced stage, and there is basically no way to recover. We can only reduce the patient’s pain as much as possible.”

Good medicine tastes bitter, but honest words offend the ears.

The eldest brother made it clear that he didn't want to hear it.

"I don't understand what you are talking about. I only know that I am in very good health and there is absolutely nothing wrong with me."

After saying that, the eldest brother stood up directly, flicked his sleeves, and angrily planned to find the student, take the money and leave.

You don’t even know shit, yet you dare to be a doctor!

"Wait a minute." Han Baizian quickly stopped the person, "Sit down first, and I'll show you someone else."

Although the eldest brother was not happy, he still sat back.

"It's okay, come and show him."

Han Wuyang stood up from the crowd and walked towards the podium.

When the girls saw it, they were so excited. Fortunately, they still remembered that this was a classroom, so they didn't scream loudly, but started shouting in a low voice.

"So handsome! He has such a good temperament!"

"He is still as handsome as Mo Shang, who is as handsome as jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world."

"This shouldn't be a student of our medical school, right? Wu Hao, the Wu Hao who came to Wu Hao?"

"Didn't Teacher Han's daughter mention some eldest brother just now? Couldn't this be Teacher Han's eldest son? Wu Hao, Han Wu Hao?"

"Han Wuyang? Why do I feel this name is familiar?"

Han Wuyang walked up and sat down at Han Baizhen's position. He checked first and then motioned to the elder brother to put his hand up and take his pulse.

After reading it, Han Wuyang turned to look at Han Baizian and nodded with a serious expression.

"We still recommend that you go to the hospital for a check-up. It may be early stage of liver cancer."

"You fart!"

The eldest brother was even more unhappy. He stood up and rubbed his sleeves angrily twice, as if he would beat someone if he talked nonsense again.

"Who are you? How dare you talk such nonsense! Is it unethical for you to say that others are sick or terminally ill?"

"I am his son."

The eldest brother immediately slapped the table and shouted. "You two, father and son, went on stage together to deceive people, right? If you continue to talk nonsense, believe it or not, I will beat you up!"

Even with his fingers touching the tip of his nose, Han Wuyang remained very calm.

"I haven't finished speaking yet. I am his son and have studied Chinese medicine with him since I was a child, but I am also a doctoral student in the Department of Clinical Medicine at Capital Medical University."

"Wh-what medical university or doctorate, I don't know."

The eldest brother doesn't know Capital Medical University or what clinical medicine is taught, but he knows that the word "capital" usually means something extraordinary. He also knows that the highest academic qualification in China is a doctorate.

Is it possible that there is really something wrong with his body?
The students who came to class today were shocked by this sentence.

Jincheng Medical University is quite famous, but compared with Capital Medical University, it is still far behind. Those who can be admitted to clinical medicine at Capital Medical University are all top students, let alone those who can study for a doctorate there.

"I finally know why Teacher Han didn't let him play in this competition. He studied Chinese medicine with his father since he was a child, and further studied at Capital Medical University. This is a perfect example of the integration of Chinese and Western medicine. It's like a perfect combination of two swords."

At this time, Tang Zishuo, who had a complicated expression on his face, asked, "Is your name Han Wuyang?"

Han Wuyang smiled slightly and nodded. "Yes, I am Han Wuyang."

"Are you a PhD candidate at Capital Medical University? Your supervisor is Professor Dai Hangru?"

Han Wuyang nodded again. "right."

Professor Dai Hangru is the ace professor of the Department of Clinical Medicine at Capital Medical University, and he is also the Taishan Beidou in the medical field. He has always only taught one doctoral student, and he has very high requirements for his students. Those who can become his students are the best among the best. Even so, not many students successfully graduated under him, and most of them had to delay their graduation.

Han Wuyang was a student personally selected by Professor Dai Hangru. He not only placed high hopes on him, but also taught him all he had learned throughout his life. There were rumors in the industry that he was training Han Wuxiang as his close disciple, after all, he was already quite old.

Therefore, although Han Wuyang is still a student, he is quite famous among their medical students. Not only did he study under famous instructors, he was also very capable. In addition to studying hard, he also devoted himself to research. He had already published a research paper in a famous medical journal in his own name.

Dai Hangru is an expert doctor at the First Affiliated Hospital of Capital Medical University. He basically takes Han Wuyang with him every time he visits, especially when he goes to the operating table in person, Han Wuyang will not be absent.

Therefore, even though Han Wuyang has not graduated yet, he has accumulated quite a lot of practical experience and will be able to stand on his own in time. It can be said that as long as he does not seek death, this person will definitely have a bright future.

Tang Zishuo looked at the man in front of him with envy and admiration. Then, he turned to look at the takeaway guy.

"You'd better go to the hospital for a check-up. Although he is still a student, his medical skills may be better than many working doctors."

The eldest brother was still a little confused and obviously frightened. Moreover, he was a little shy about medical treatment, fearing that a serious problem would be discovered.

Many people have this mentality. It seems that as long as they don't get checked and don't know anything, they can assume that there is no problem.

"If I check and there's nothing wrong with it, then what can I say?"

Some students couldn't help but say to him: "You are really weird. Isn't it a good thing that you don't have any problems? Are you eager to check and find out the problem?"

"Of course I don't want to have a problem, and I don't have a problem in the first place. But didn't they insist on saying that I was sick and asking me to get checked? I was scared to death and spent money, but the result was nothing. Isn't that a misdiagnosis? ? Is that all?"

This time, the students were silent.

This question is more pointed and difficult to answer than Tang Zishuo's question about who is more powerful, Chinese or Western medicine.

Indeed, one of them, father and son, is a university teacher and the other is a doctoral student at a prestigious university. If both of them are misdiagnosed...

How are you going to mess around in the future?
Their school, Capital Medical University, and even Professor Dai Hangru will be affected!
I recently learned a very depressing piece of information, that is, most of the high-quality medicinal materials in our country were sold to the Japanese.