Chen Fan looked at Ma Siyuan and nodded affirmatively.
Seeing Chen Fan's certainty, a look of joy appeared on Ma Siyuan's face. He knew that as long as Chen Fan said there was hope, the patient would surely be fine.
Ma Siyuan's tense mood finally relaxed.
"Ridiculous," Li Chengde sneered from the side.
Hearing Li Chengde's mockery, a hint of displeasure flashed across Ma Siyuan's face. "Dr. Li, please watch your words. Dr. Chen is not what you think. My teacher's illness was cured by Dr. Chen back then, and I witnessed it myself."
Li Chengde sneered, "Director Ma, do you know that if he can truly cure this patient, he wouldn't just win a Nobel Prize in Medicine, but the medical community could even give him the title of Father of Medicine!"
An expert who hadn't spoken yet said, "Director Ma, although Dr. Li's words are unpleasant, he speaks the truth. Ingesting paraquat causes irreversible fibrosis of the human lung organs. If he can cure this patient, it means he has mastered a way to revive lung cells and can be said to have grasped the secret of human longevity. The title of Father of Medicine would truly not be an exaggeration for him."
The other experts nodded in agreement. The reason it was irreversible was because the cells had completely lost their ability to regenerate.
It was like the body after nuclear radiation, destroying the body's cells bit by bit, causing them to be unable to regenerate, ultimately leading to a rotting death.
"You, you mean, I, I'm doomed? There's no hope at all?" The middle-aged man lying on the hospital bed, breathing with an oxygen mask, finally understood the meaning of their words.
The expert who had spoken earlier realized he had said too much and quickly shut his mouth.
Seeing that no one dared to meet his gaze or answer his question, the middle-aged man became flustered again. He grabbed Ma Siyuan's hand and said, "Doctor, didn't you say you would find a way? Didn't you just tell me there was a way to save me? Why are they saying I can't be saved? Why are they saying that?"
Ma Siyuan comforted him, "Don't worry. You must believe in Dr. Chen. He is a very good doctor. If he says he can cure you, he will definitely do it."
"It seems Director Ma still has great faith in this divine doctor and expert," Li Chengde said mockingly.
The middle-aged man looked at Chen Fan, this young man who was not much older than his own child. The middle-aged man looked astonished.
He couldn't believe that this young man in front of him could cure his terminal illness, which even the experts were helpless against.
"If the lungs are fibrosed, it is indeed irreversible, unless a lung transplant is performed. However, your lungs are not yet fibrosed. If treated promptly, there is still a possibility of recovery," Chen Fan explained.
"I'll do it, I'll do it!" The middle-aged man was now extremely eager to live and knew that Chen Fan was his last hope. He no longer cared about Chen Fan's age and kept nodding in agreement.
Chen Fan took out a piece of paper and a pen, quickly wrote down the names of a few Chinese medicinal herbs, and handed them to Ma Siyuan.
"What is this?" Ma Siyuan looked at Chen Fan with confusion.
"Chinese medicine. Decoction it and let him drink it," Chen Fan instructed.
"Chinese medicine?!" The experts around were all taken aback, and some even couldn't help but laugh.
Li Chengde sneered, "Kid, the components of paraquat are 1,1-dimethyl and 4,4-bipyridine. These are chemical components. Do you think you can treat paraquat poisoning with Chinese medicine? It's a joke!"
Chen Fan ignored Li Chengde and took out several silver needles, then inserted them into several acupoints on the middle-aged man's throat.
"Teacher, I don't think we need to stay here any longer. This is not an expert, but rather a quack with his Chinese medicine and acupuncture," Li Chengde's student couldn't help but tease.
"It's a pity for this patient. He only has a few days left, and now he has to endure the torment of this charlatan," another young doctor couldn't help but mock.
Ma Siyuan quickly handed the prescription to his student and asked him to go and get the medicine immediately.
Meanwhile, Chen Fan had already inserted the last needle into the middle-aged man's chest.
"Hoo!"
As the last needle was inserted, the middle-aged man let out a long sigh. Suddenly, his vision cleared.
"Amazing, amazing. I can see clearly, and my breathing is smoother."
"Gulp." The middle-aged man exclaimed and swallowed hard.
Then, his eyes widened, and he said in shock, "It doesn't hurt anymore, my throat doesn't hurt anymore! It really doesn't hurt!"
The middle-aged man was full of disbelief. Just moments ago, he was suffering from difficulty breathing and hypoxia, causing his vision to be blurry. But the moment all the silver needles were inserted, he instantly returned to normal.
"Divine doctor, you truly are a divine doctor!" The middle-aged man was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes.
Only those who have experienced life and death will know how precious it is to be alive.
If it weren't for the various instruments attached to his body, he would have knelt down and kowtowed to Chen Fan right then and there to thank him for saving his life.
The scene fell silent, and everyone stared at the middle-aged man in shock.
They could also see that the middle-aged man's face, which had been pale from hypoxia, had regained its color and looked no different from a normal person.
At this moment, the middle-aged man pulled off the oxygen tube and tried to breathe on his own without oxygen.
After a moment, the joy on the middle-aged man's face deepened, as he found that even without the help of oxygen, he no longer felt dizzy from hypoxia.
"This, how is this possible? How can acupuncture cure paraquat poisoning?!" Li Chengde was so shocked that his jaw nearly dropped.
Because they all knew that such a thing was unscientific!
"Dr. Chen, is, is he better just like that?" Ma Siyuan was also filled with disbelief.
If a few silver needles could really cure the middle-aged man, then Chen Fan would truly be recorded in history.
Chen Fan shook his head and said truthfully, "I only used acupuncture techniques to widen his airway, which is why he feels his breathing is smoother."
Everyone then seemed to understand.
However, two of the experts, after witnessing Chen Fan's needling technique, were startled and exchanged glances.
"Hmph, I knew it. How could traditional Chinese medicine cure a problem that has baffled the entire world? Your treatment method, although temporarily effective, will eventually fail when his airway completely rots and his lungs fibrose. Let's see what you do then," Li Chengde's student said disdainfully. In his opinion, Chen Fan was merely resorting to trickery, and this method was only a temporary fix, and the patient was still doomed to die eventually.
Just then, the ICU door opened, and a doctor walked in carrying a bowl of steaming hot Chinese medicine.