My Son-in-law Is A War God
Chapter 499 - 500 The Medical Skill Dispute_1

Chapter 499: Chapter 500 The Medical Skill Dispute_1

Although Tom’s character wasn’t exactly commendable, his surgical skills were truly outstanding.

"Dr. Tom, thank you for your trouble!"

The Fen Family Patriarch looked at Tom with a beaming smile.

"You’re welcome!"

Tom smiled back and said, "After all, given your cordial invitation, I couldn’t refuse.

Besides, it’s a fact that the medical standard here is quite poor.

Had the Yang Family Patriarch’s illness occurred in America, he probably would have recovered by now.

It really isn’t wise to waste time with the medical care in this country."

"You are right, everything you say is correct. It’s just that our Family Head is too busy with family affairs to spare any time.

Please, trouble yourself to take a look."

The Fen Family Patriarch was somewhat impatient with Tom’s words, but since he was asking for help, he naturally had to lower his attitude.

Whatever the other party said was right.

"Of course!"

Tom laughed and said, "In America, I won’t say I’m the best in surgery, but I am certainly first-class.

If I can’t cure the Yang Family Patriarch’s illness, I guess no one in Dragon Country can.

Eventually, you’ll still have to go to America."

"Naturally, I have absolute faith!"

The Fen Family Patriarch said.

On the other side, Yang Fan also chuckled and said, "I’m truly lucky that Dr. Tom could come from afar."

He knew a bit about this Tom.

The man was indeed a genius, a medical genius.

He grew up in poverty and attended university on a scholarship.

Later, he was sent to study abroad by the government but chose to stay in America.

His character really wasn’t that great.

If he had spent his own money on studying abroad, he wouldn’t think this way.

"Since you trust me, who is this old man?"

Tom suddenly glanced at an old man beside him, his face full of displeasure.

Yang Lin spoke coldly, "He’s not just any ordinary old man; he is Zhang Guowei, the renowned Divine Doctor of Tianhai City.

He is a true master of traditional medicine, known as the living Hua Tuo.

It wasn’t easy for me to invite him over.

Naturally, the purpose is the same, to treat the Family Head."

Zhang Guowei was over sixty years old.

His hair and beard were all white.

Standing there, he really had the air of a hermit about him.

Tom scoffed, "A Divine Doctor? The living Hua Tuo? Hehe, are you fooling ghosts?

Traditional medicine is just a con, superstitious nonsense.

This old man is probably a scam artist as well.

I can’t believe you would actually invite a scam artist to treat an illness; it’s utterly ridiculous!"

Zhang Guowei smiled faintly and said, "Things you don’t understand are deemed superstitious!

Things you don’t believe in are said to be scams!

Truly laughable!

Traditional Chinese medicine may be increasingly overlooked these years, but it has played a unique role in several major disasters.

What your Western medicine couldn’t achieve, our traditional medicine has.

How would you explain that?"

"Hmph, that’s merely a coincidence," Tom said disdainfully. "What about Yin Yang and qi, what about acupuncture points; are all these invisible, intangible things supposed to be scientific?

Tell me, is this science?"

"What is science?"

Zhang Guowei said with a light smile, "What people call science is nothing more than theories inferred by humans based on their own experiences.

My view is simple.

Things that are useful in experience should be attempted and used, even if they’re not understood.

If it’s beneficial, that’s what counts.

After all, humans are neither God nor the Jade Emperor; they are not omniscient and omnipotent.

Should we abandon what we can’t fully research? Should we deem things we don’t understand as superstition?

How is that any different from the ancients considering lightning as a punishment from the gods?

If every ancient person feared fire and dared not use it, could humanity have developed to this day?

Theory is important, but experience is even more so!

All theories are deduced based on practical experience."

"I won’t argue with you about this; scammers are all talk. Today, we’ll see the truth in action.

Whoever can cure the Yang Family Patriarch is the one that holds the truth!" Tom declared loudly.

"Although doctors do not advocate betting, since you’ve said so today,

The old man, for the sake of the dignity of Chinese medicine, also wants to bet with you.

If I lose, I will leave the medical field forever.

If you lose, do you dare to do the same as me?"

"What’s there to be afraid of!"

Dr. Tom gritted his teeth.

Having made the statement, backing down now would be akin to admitting he’s inferior to Zhang Guowei.

That simply won’t do!

"Fine! You’re older, so I’ll give you a chance to see how this old swindler treats the patient.

Yang Family Patriarch, please head to the medical room."

Tom turned to Yang Fan and said.

Almost every third-tier or above family clan has their own medical room.

The equipment inside is very comprehensive.

It’s there to prevent the situation where someone suddenly becomes critically ill and there’s no time to get to the hospital.

It’s specially prepared for that reason.

And each family clan has their own private doctors.

Their medical skills are extraordinary.

Once in the medical room.

Yang Fan lay down on the sickbed.

Zhang Guowei began to observe, listen, question, and feel the pulse.

He had to understand all the symptoms clearly before he could prescribe the right treatment.

Meanwhile, Tom was looking at the documents Yang Lin brought out.

There were test results, X-ray films, prescription records, and so on.

About ten minutes later.

The expressions on both their faces became solemn.

Now they understood why Yang Fan’s illness couldn’t be cured.

Neither Zhang Guowei nor Tom could determine the cause of Yang Fan’s illness.

If the cause couldn’t be determined, how could it be treated?

If they couldn’t prescribe the accurate treatment, that would be tantamount to harming the patient.

"There’s only one way left.

Apprentice, bring the needles!"

Since Zhang Guowei could not confirm the illness through observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-feeling, he had to resort to his exclusive method.

His uniquely pioneered Silver Needle Exploration Method.

Based on the reactions of the silver needles at various acupoints, he could determine the cause of the illness.

It was just more troublesome.

So, he generally didn’t use it.

But Yang Fan’s condition was somewhat complicated, so he had no choice but to use it.

Xiao Chen stood to the side, watching silently.

He acknowledged Zhang Guowei’s profound medical skills.

But both Zhang Guowei and Tom were somewhat obstinate in their opinions.

In Xiao Chen’s view, there’s no such thing as Chinese medicine and Western medicine.

In his eyes, there is only medical skill, the art of healing.

As long as it could save lives, he didn’t care what method was used.

He had studied Chinese medicine, Tibetan medicine, Western medicine, and even shamanistic healing.

Each type of medicine has its strengths.

Only by integrating the strengths of all could he find the most suitable method.

Yang Fan’s illness couldn’t be solved by any single branch of medicine.

Both Zhang Guowei and Tom would end in failure today.

After about half an hour more.

Zhang Guowei put away all the silver needles, his eyebrows tightly knitted.

"I have identified his illness, let’s announce it together later."

As he spoke, he sat down to one side, starting to research countermeasures.

Tom scoffed, "Pretending to be profound is your specialty, soon I’ll show you whose abilities are stronger.

It’s just finding the cause of the illness.

What’s so difficult about that?

Nurse, go get these tests done, I need the latest diagnostic data!"

Western medicine relies more on the effects of medical equipment when treating illnesses.

This is also the direction modern medicine is developing in.

Several tubes of blood were drawn, and a number of tests were conducted.

When all the test results were placed in front of Tom, he laughed.

Then he frowned again.

"It looks like you’ve also identified the illness, let’s announce it together."

Zhang Guowei said.

"Alright!"