Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan didn't know what Fan Qiang was thinking.

He is Fan Qiang's best in heart surgery, and he is just a layman who meets a dead mouse and luckily allows Chen Yun to breathe, so he is confident that he can beat himself.

Once he can't stand his agitatedness and accepts the battle, and after he successfully cures Chen Yun, he will successfully restore his previous image of almost a disaster.

But what he never expected was that even if Lin Xuan only used one ten thousandth of his full strength in medical skills, he was not comparable to a mere mortal.

Seeing Lin Xuan agreeing, Fan Qiang's ecstasy flashed and he discussed the surgical plan with several attending doctors in a blink of an eye.

On the other hand, Lin Xuan looked around him with a calm expression and suddenly said, "Give me a silver needle!"

Lin Xuan's short six words immediately stunned everyone present!

"Lin Xuan, what do you mean? Do you think that just one silver needle can cure my father's heart bloating?"

The other daughter of the patient had never seen Lin Xuan perform cardiac resuscitation on his father before. She just heard her sister telling the scene at that time when she came, so she felt that her sister exaggerated Lin Xuan's elements.

Therefore, at this moment, among the three Shen family members, she is the most skeptical about Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan glanced at her faintly and said, "To put it bluntly, heart disease is a tissue lesion caused by abnormal heart blood supply or oxygen supply. As long as I can start from the root, I will successfully restore my father's heart to a normal adult pacing state, and the rest of the symptoms will naturally be healed without treatment."

"What?"

Lin Xuan's words even shocked the cardiologists, including Fan Qiang, who were discussing how to perform surgery on Chen Yun.

Fan Qiang almost bit his tongue in shock, looking at Lin Xuan with a funny expression as if he was looking at a monster, saying, "Let my uncle's heart return to normal pacing? It's really ridiculous. My uncle's heart disease has been around for many years, and his heart organs have long been exhausted. Do you think using a silver needle can achieve the effect of a pacemaker?"

"I said Lin Xuan, you didn't wake up from your dream last night, right?"

At the end, he even brought a little unabashed sarcasm.

At this moment, Fan Qiang finally realized how ridiculous his previous worries were. Lin Xuan was just a coward who was waiting to die before. How could he suddenly have a superb method to treat heart bloating?

It seems that his previous method of slapping the back was indeed a coincidence that Chen Yun resumed his breathing.

After firmly standing up, Fan Qiang was instantly full of great confidence in defeating Lin Xuan.

However, Lin Xuan did not show any unhappiness because of Fan Qiang's ridicule. Instead, he smiled mysteriously and said, "Master Fan, why not bet? If I use this silver needle to restore my father's heart function to normal, you can ask me to have an injection."

It's just a needle, which is not unacceptable.

Fan Qiang nodded, suddenly a playful curve appeared on the corner of his lips, and said, "But if you can't do it, then Lin Xuan, I hope I will never see you in this field tomorrow!"

It is true that Fan Qiang is a cardiologist at the First People's Hospital, but don't forget that he has another identity - the son of the Fan family in Huangshan City!

How could a rich second generation not have a bit of cynical evil spirit?

To be honest, anyone who is capable and has a background like Fan Qiang would probably feel stressed in front of him.

It’s a pity that his opponent is Lin Xuan, so he is doomed to end up failing.

In the operating room, Lin Xuan pinched a three-inch-long thin tail needle with his right thumb and two fingers, surrounded by five famous doctors from the First People's Hospital, including Fan Qiang.

This is what Fan Qiang means, and it is called "Once Lin Xuan's acupuncture condition occurs, they can take timely treatment."

"Come on," Fan Qiang retorted again: "Unless you can turn decay into a magical acupuncture master like Hua Tuo, who can guarantee that your pulse diagnosis method is more accurate than computer instruments? Humph, I think you, Dean Gu, can't do this either? But the key point is that Lin Xuan has only one person, and he needs to concentrate on acupuncture, so how can he have other energy to judge the changes in the patient's subsequent physical condition?"

"So, I think that Western medicine is the main focus on craniotomy, and Lin Xuan's acupuncture to calm the mind, can effectively increase the success rate of this surgery. Lin Xuan, what do you think?"

After asking, Gu Feng, the dean on the side, looked at Lin Xuan with anticipation, waiting for his conclusion.

Perhaps neither of them noticed it. Before they knew it, Lin Xuan's weight in their hearts had even reached an equal point.

Lin Xuan pondered for a while before speaking: "The specific situation will take me to wait until I finish seeing the patient before I can make a decision. However, in my opinion, as long as Western and Chinese medicine can cure patients with the minimum tolerance rate, it is worth using."

This sentence made Fan Qiang and Gu Feng feel unable to calm down for a long time after hearing it.

The dispute between Chinese and Western medicine has a long history.

Western medicine focuses on various increasingly developed detection instruments, while traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes changes in the human meridians and internal organs. The former relies on technology and the latter relies on experience.

But as Lin Xuan said, whether it is traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine, the ultimate goal is only one, that is, to cure diseases and save people.

The doctor’s intention is to be able to cure patients with the minimum fault tolerance rate to the greatest extent!

Put on a disinfection hat, disinfection clothes and shoe covers, Lin Xuan walked into the operating room accompanied by two deans.

The patient is an elderly man in his early sixties. He must have been injected with anesthesia and is now lying peacefully on the operating table.

Two auxiliary doctors were determining the patient's physical functions. When they saw Zhang Mo and the other two coming in, they subconsciously listed a single position.

"What's going on?"

Zhang Mo glanced at the numbers on the instruments connected to the old man and asked.

"Everything is OK, the surgery can be started immediately."

The answer to him was a slightly older Fan Qiang on the left. This person Lin Xuan looked familiar, as if he was the director of a department who was following Fan Qiang at the time.

Lin Xuan nodded at the other party, saying hello, then put his hand on the old man's left wrist and began to rush to his pulse.

"Director Lin, this is..."

Fan Qiang was a little puzzled.

Gu Feng pondered: "That's right, everyone has already seen Lin Xuan's achievements in traditional Chinese medicine. So in order to increase the success rate of the surgery this time, I plan to combine traditional Chinese and Western medicine."

"How can this be done? Dean, I have already detected the patient's signs with an instrument. If Dr. Lin uses traditional Chinese medicine to take the pulse, it will delay time. It will be troublesome to delay the disease at that time."
Chapter completed!