Chapter 2 The Competition Rules
The rules for the second round of the competition were also very simple. Both individuals had to use their own methods to identify the patient's illness and prescribe the correct treatment to win.
If both individuals identified the illness and prescribed the correct treatment, the winner would be determined by who took the shortest time.
Upon seeing the competition begin, Zhong Xiaowei naturally stopped thinking about where he had heard the name before and immediately focused on the patient in the wheelchair.
The patient appeared somewhat dazed. Zhong Xiaowei used his flashlight to examine the patient's pupils.
Without any diagnostic instruments or results, Zhong Xiaowei's brow furrowed slightly. He could only guess the patient's illness based on their condition.
"I know what illness he has and how to treat it."
However, just as everyone present was at a loss and unsure where to begin, a voice suddenly rang out.
The sudden sound in the silent conference room attracted the attention of many.
Zhong Xiaowei was also taken aback and looked at Chen Fan beside him in surprise.
"You say you know what illness he has?" Zhong Xiaowei asked, completely bewildered and incredulous.
"Doctor Zhong, what a joke. There are no results, and no examinations are allowed. What could he possibly know?" Sun Mingshan, not far away, said with disdain.
Many people present also showed contempt, disbelieving Chen Fan's words.
At this moment, the middle-aged man standing on the stage walked over. "Are you sure? If you answer incorrectly, you will be eliminated, and the winner will be him."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Xiaowei's face lit up with joy, and he looked at Chen Fan beside him.
"I am sure," Chen Fan nodded confidently.
Zhong Xiaowei couldn't help but give Chen Fan a thumbs-up, thinking that Chen Fan had stepped forward intentionally to help him win.
"Young man, after today's competition ends, I must treat you to a meal!"
Chen Fan glanced at Zhong Xiaowei and said nothing.
"This Zhong Xiaowei, I don't know what kind of luck he's stumbled upon. He's definitely going to win this five million!"
"Alas, it's all about having a good fate, meeting someone like this."
Many people present showed envious and jealous expressions. They all understood that they couldn't figure out the patient's condition, so how could Chen Fan possibly know what illness the patient had?
The middle-aged man smiled calmly. "Doctor Chen, please proceed."
Chen Fan stepped forward, looked at the dazed patient, and said, "Mental confusion, traces of vomit on the collar, stiff neck, and intermittent expressions of pain. Based on these symptoms, it is not difficult to see that he is suffering from ventriculitis."
"Ventriculitis?!"
Upon hearing this, everyone turned their attention to Chen Fan and Zhong Xiaowei's patient.
All four symptoms matched. However, if they hadn't looked closely, they would have found it difficult to notice the residual vomit stains on the collar.
"Oh, how could I not have thought of that!" Hearing Chen Fan's analysis, Zhong Xiaowei slapped his forehead, filled with regret.
However, he was also shocked. He hadn't expected this young man to be so observant!
"That's right, he is suffering from ventriculitis," the middle-aged man nodded, confirming Chen Fan's guess.
With confirmation, the scene erupted in an uproar. The doctors who had previously looked down on Chen Fan were all filled with surprise.
Sun Mingshan, not far away, still wore a look of disdain. In his opinion, Chen Fan was just a lucky guess.
Sun Mingshan asked, "Doctor Chen, you just said you know how to treat it. As far as I know, the cure rate for ventriculitis is very low."
Everyone nodded. Ventriculitis was not meningitis; it affected the human brain's nerves and was a very difficult disease to treat.
"Not only do I know how to treat it, but I can also cure it," Chen Fan replied, looking at Sun Mingshan.
"Hahaha!" Sun Mingshan burst into laughter.
He then pointed at Chen Fan and said, "This kid is truly boastful. He actually claims he can cure ventriculitis!"
Many people looked at Chen Fan mockingly, naturally not believing he possessed such ability.
"Doctor Zhong, congratulations. You will be the first among us to advance to the next round of the competition." Someone had already begun to offer congratulations.
Zhong Xiaowei's smile never faded. He naturally knew that Chen Fan could not possibly cure ventriculitis.
Chen Fan wasted no words and went directly to the patient's wheelchair, asking the middle-aged man, "Can I treat him?"
"Yes, but if you choose to treat him, you will bear the corresponding responsibility. If any situation arises with the patient, you will be fully responsible," the middle-aged man replied.
Chen Fan nodded, and then several silver needles appeared in his hand.
"Silver needles? Heh, I didn't expect this kid to be a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner," Sun Mingshan said, laughing even harder at the sight.
In neurosurgery, only Western medicine was considered authoritative. They had truly never heard of traditional Chinese medicine treating ventriculitis.
Chen Fan held his breath and concentrated, and the silver needles were directly inserted into the patient's head.
The technique was swift, precise, and ruthless, without any hesitation.
There were also several renowned elderly traditional Chinese medicine practitioners present. When they saw Chen Fan's needling technique, they were all amazed by his skill.
After a few silver needles were inserted, the patient's originally pained expression instantly disappeared.
However, his mind was still somewhat dazed, and his consciousness was unclear, which was due to the inflammation affecting the brain's nerves.
Chen Fan used the silver needles to continuously stimulate the patient's brain nerves, while simultaneously using other needles to eliminate the inflammation and clear the patient's meridians.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, a scream echoed through the conference room.
"Kid, you're finished," Sun Mingshan said gloatingly at this moment.
However, just as Sun Mingshan finished speaking, the patient's scream abruptly stopped. He slowly sat up in the wheelchair, sweating profusely, and looked around.
"What's your name?" Chen Fan asked.
"His consciousness is unclear now, so it's unlikely he'll answer you. After your commotion, this patient is probably in grave danger," Sun Mingshan muttered mockingly.
"I, my name is Ma Chao. Are you a doctor?"
However, at this moment, the patient, gasping for breath, asked Chen Fan.
Instantly, the entire room fell silent, and everyone was dumbfounded.
Chen Fan nodded. "Yes, I am a doctor."
Sun Mingshan, who had been mocking Chen Fan just moments ago, was also shocked, his mouth agape in disbelief. "This, how is this possible!"
Disbelieving, Sun Mingshan quickly walked to the patient's side.
He first arrogantly introduced himself and then held up two fingers to the patient. "I am Sun Mingshan, the director of Jinghua Neurosurgery Hospital. I ask you, how do you feel now? How many fingers am I holding up?"
Ma Chao blinked slightly, looking at Sun Mingshan strangely, and then turned to Chen Fan. "Doctor, is this old man sick? I'm not blind, why is he asking me this?"
This remark instantly made Sun Mingshan's face turn red!