Gu Youran was not at all flustered.
She raised her hand and gestured to the first row of the audience, "The paper is with the patient."
She pointed to an old man with gray hair and a vigorous look.
"Three years ago, Mr. Lu Henian was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer, and Western medicine gave him only three months to live."
"Now, he is not only standing here in good health, but has also reopened his traditional Chinese medicine clinic."
Lu Henian, who was named, stood up and said excitedly: "Dr. Gu is my lifesaver and my teacher."
"She used Chinese medicine and acupuncture to regulate my body and gave me a new life. Last week's checkup showed that my cancer cells were completely gone!"
After he finished speaking, he bowed deeply to Gu Youran and said, "Teacher, thank you."
The whole audience fell silent for a moment, and then broke into thunderous applause.
The foreign reporter stood there in a daze, slowly putting down the recorder in his hand.
Gu Youran looked at the foreign reporters and said, "The efficacy of traditional Chinese medicine does not need to be proven by papers."
"The patient's smile and health are the best answers."
Lu Henian sat back in his seat, and the waves in his heart gradually calmed down.
He originally came to watch Gu Youran's game, but accidentally helped.
He looked at Gu Youran on the stage, his eyes full of admiration.
Her silver needle skills were beyond imagination and completely overturned his cognition.
His eyes were determined and he had already made up his mind.
In the future, he plans to follow in her footsteps and study hard.
Even if he could only learn one or two of Gu Youran's skills, it would be enough for him to go further on the path of traditional Chinese medicine.
He stared at the center of the field, his eyes burning, his faith stronger than ever.
Dong Qingqing took the opportunity to advance, "The second question is, which is better, Chinese medicine or Western medicine?"
Gu Youran shook his head. "Medicine is not a martial arts competition. For emergency bleeding, see a Western doctor. For post-operative conditioning, see a Chinese doctor."
“Wouldn’t it be good to give patients one more choice?”
Just then.
A man wearing a mask stood up from the back row of the audience and said angrily: "I am just an extra 'choice'!"
He ripped off his mask, revealing half of his festering face.
"I used your traditional Chinese medicine remedies to treat my dermatitis, but it ended up like this! You, traditional Chinese medicine, are a complete scam!"
There was a commotion at the scene, with exclamations from the audience and the scene was chaotic for a while.
Security rushed forward quickly and tried to take the man away from the scene.
However, Gu Youran raised his hand to stop him.
"Wait a moment."
She signaled security to bring the man to the center of the arena.
The staff brought out a chair for the man to sit on.
Gu Youran walked closer to the man and gently touched his festering skin with her fingertips.
After a careful inspection, his brows furrowed.
"Is the powder you use dark red and smells of sulfur?"
The man was stunned, his voice lowered a few notes, with a hint of uncertainty: "You...how do you know?"
Gu Youran sighed, "That's powder for treating athlete's foot. You put it on your face and mixed it with hydrogen peroxide to disinfect it, right?"
The man's face turned pale, his lips trembled, and his voice was almost inaudible. "I... I thought this would be more effective."
Gu Youran didn't say anything else. She turned to the staff and said, "Please go get some comfrey oil and gauze."
She then looked at the man and said, "Let me clean and treat your wound first."
The man was stunned.
Unexpectedly, Gu Youran would treat him personally.
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
The staff quickly brought comfrey oil and gauze.
Gu Youran put on disposable gloves and skillfully cleaned the man's wound.
She used her fingertips to gently press and spread the comfrey oil evenly on the ulcerated skin.
"Comfrey oil has anti-inflammatory and tissue-building properties, and can help your wounds heal."
"But remember, you must follow your doctor's orders when taking medication in the future and don't use it without authorization."
The man lowered his head, the anger on his face long gone.
Instead, there was shame and gratitude.
He lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry...I messed up on my own."
Gu Youran didn't stop what he was doing. "Western medicine requires examinations when prescribing medicine, while traditional Chinese medicine requires syndrome differentiation. If you don't follow the doctor's orders and use medicine indiscriminately, even Hua Tuo can't save you."
She bandaged the man's wound and reminded him, "Change the dressing on time when you go back, and eat a light diet. The wound will heal slowly."
The man stumbled two steps and suddenly bowed deeply, "Thank you, Doctor Gu... I'm really sorry."
The audience was silent for a moment, and then burst into warm applause.
See this scene.
Shi Zhengyang leaned over and said to Shi Heng in a low voice, "You Ran is not only an excellent doctor, but also has such rare patience."
Shi Heng said proudly: "She has always been like this. Whether it is treating patients and saving lives or treating her family, she is wholeheartedly devoted."
He paused, his voice a little softer, "Dad, do you know? Mom's face has been cured by Youbao, but the toxins in her body can't be eradicated for the time being, we can only control them."
"Really?" Shi Zhengyang's voice suddenly trembled, his fingers tightly clasping the armrest of the chair. "Is your mother's face...really healed?"
His eyes instantly turned red, and his voice choked with sobs, "For over a year, she has refused to see me... But I, I have never let go..."
Shi Heng sighed softly: "After this competition is over, Youran and I will take Mom back to the capital. Then you will be able to see her."
"Okay, okay..." Shi Zhengyang tried to calm down, "I've waited for this day for too long..."
Before he finished speaking.
The father and son both thought of the mess in the Shi family's old house.
They looked at each other in silence for a moment.
Shi Heng didn't say anything else and turned his gaze back to the stage.
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