Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 349 - 349 349 Can't Be Mass-produced

349: Chapter 349: Can’t Be Mass-produced 349: Chapter 349: Can’t Be Mass-produced Qin Han nodded slightly and said indifferently, “Ask away!”

The elder’s eyes lit up at his words because, due to a previous vacation, he was not very familiar with Qin Han, and had only heard about him from others.

If he had previously underestimated Qin Han, the surgery he had just witnessed had completely impressed him.

The sudden nod from Qin Han brought him joy and a bit of excitement.

He had many questions to ask, but for a moment he did not know what to ask.

Seeing the envious and anticipatory looks from his colleagues, the elder excitedly began, “Mr.

Qin, I would like to know what the effect of the drug you administered to the patient before the surgery is?”

At this, everyone’s eyes brightened, not only him but everyone at the scene was curious.

When the elder asked this question, everyone looked expectantly at Qin Han.

“Exactly, exactly, that’s what I was just about to ask but I got too flustered to speak it out!” Wei Gongfei said excitedly.

“That drug significantly slows down the patient’s blood flow for about half an hour,” Qin Han said indifferently!

“This, this, this…” The elder stuttered, not knowing what to say.

All the doctors present were also too stunned to speak.

Once this drug is used in surgery, it will make the surgery incredibly easy.

When treating internal bleeding, it also possesses immense utility.

Not to mention half an hour, even ten minutes could save countless lives.

This was completely unlike a hemostatic powder.

The hemostatic powder prepared by Qin Han was largely used for external injuries and severe external bleeding, aimed at stopping blood flow.

But during surgery, if there is venous bleeding, the effects of hemostatic powder are definitely not as effective as this drug.

If venous bleeding is immediately stopped, leaving aside whether the surgery can continue normally, whether the sudden restriction of blood flow will cause side effects to the patient is not an easy problem to solve.

“Can this drug be mass-produced?

If it can, this is absolutely a revolution in medical history,” the elder said to Qin Han, breathing hurriedly!

His body even began to tremble, and Sun Pinghui, just as excited, grabbed Qin Han’s hand.

“Qin lad, are you serious?”

He thought he had seen a lot, but at this moment, he finally realized that what he had seen was just the tip of the iceberg of Qin Han’s capabilities.

Even so, it was enough to astonish anyone.

Even Zhu Muchun of the First Hospital looked at Qin Han with excitement.

If this drug could be mass-produced and launched by The First Hospital, he knew better than anyone what that would mean.

Qin Han shook off Sun Pinghui’s hand, picked up a disinfectant wipe from the table with disgust, and wiped his hands a few times under the anxious and expectant gaze of the others.

Then, Qin Han shook his head, giving everyone a greatly disappointing answer.

“It’s not possible!”

“No wonder, such a miraculous drug, if it could be mass-produced, would be like snatching people right out of the hands of the King of Hell.

It could save so many lives, and it’s such a pity for those with arteriovenous malformations!” Wei Gongfei said with regret yet resignation!

“Dr.

Qin, what are the difficulties in producing this drug?”

“Whether it’s money or personnel, The First Hospital can fully sponsor you”

“Rest assured the hospital won’t claim this research achievement.

We only need the rights to distribute it.

You should know this would be a contribution to all of humanity.”

Zhu Muchun looked at Qin Han and said somewhat incoherently!

He clearly remembered how the simple ointment Qin Han once casually concocted for treating bruises and injuries brought immense profits to the First Hospital when they acquired the distribution rights.

He wouldn’t even need to negotiate—just a nod from Qin Han was enough, even if it meant staking the whole First Hospital.

Upon hearing this, Qin Han turned his head and looked at Zhu Muchun, suddenly saying, “Do you think I lack money?

Also, I just remembered something about the ointment at the beginning, haven’t you given me my share yet?”

“Yes, that’s right, I’ll transfer it to your card once the financial settlement is done in a few days, I haven’t forgotten!” Zhu Muchun said somewhat awkwardly.

But to himself, he muttered, how did Doctor Qin bring up the ointment just as he himself had remembered it—could he read minds?

Then, Zhu Muchun seriously continued, “Doctor Qin, are there any difficulties in formulating this medicine?”

“The biggest difficulty is that it must be formulated by me personally,” Qin Han said indifferently, looking at Zhu Muchun.

The complexities and intricacies were too much for outsiders to understand, with numerous steps involved, even though he was continuously simplifying the process; yet, besides him, probably no one else could manage it.

“That,” Zhu Muchun replied upon hearing this, unable to help but give a bitter smile.

That indeed was a strong reason that left people at a loss for what to say.

“However, I’m already searching for ways to simplify the steps, and perhaps one day in the future, mass production could be achieved,” Qin Han said indifferently.

This, no doubt, gave everyone a glimmer of hope.

Just as the others were about to speak, Qin Han spoke up again, “Alright, let’s stop here, next question,” he said indifferently.

Doctor Liu, who had previously tried to speak several times beyond the large screen, raised his hand immediately, but was interrupted by Sun Pinghui who signaled him to wait and speak later.

Meanwhile, Sun Pinghui furrowed his brows and spoke:

“Young Qin, when I watched you mixing that human medicine at the medical hall earlier, it seemed quite simple and effortless.

Why then simplify the process further?”

Qin Han shook his head and replied, “What you saw was already a semi-finished product, some of the ingredients were successfully formulated by me beforehand!

If we were to start from the first step, it would take at least three days for one batch of the medicine to be created!”

Upon hearing this, Sun Pinghui took a sharp intake of breath.

No wonder he saw Qin Han formulate the medicine so quickly at the medical hall—it was already a semi-finished product.

However, he also knew that if the process was simple, the medicinal efficacy excellent, and it could save lives, how could such a medicine exist in this world?

If it really existed, there wouldn’t be so many patients dying.

Then, Sun Pinghui ceased to speak, signaling that Doctor Liu could ask his question.

Meanwhile, he moved aside, lost in thought.

Qin Han knew that Sun Pinghui was feeling regretful.

He understood Sun Pinghui well—a person who was very enthusiastic about anything useful for patients, though hot-tempered, he was undoubtedly a competent doctor.

“Mr.

Qin, I want to know how you developed such a speed during surgeries?” Doctor Liu said, slightly excited!

Qin Han’s speed was so fast it dazzled the onlookers, and if used in surgeries, it would considerably reduce the time, thus avoiding complications.

Especially in surgeries like craniotomies and thoracotomies, the less time critical areas of the patient are exposed, the lower the chance of complications.

Qin Han looked at Doctor Liu and smiled while saying:

“Lots of practice, many factors are involved, and being a Martial Artist also plays a part!”

“But one thing is practice makes perfect; when you have performed thousands of surgeries, many aspects naturally become straightforward.

Of course, the prerequisite is that all your surgeries must be successful!”

Just as Qin Han finished speaking, his cellphone rang again in his pocket.

He directly hung up the call and said to everyone, “Let’s end it here for today, I’m leaving first!”

After finishing his words, Qin Han walked out of the ward.