There were seven or eight experts sitting in the conference room, each of whom was mature and steady, none of whom was less than fifty years old, sitting together in groups of three or three discussing something. When they saw Zhuo Hongxing coming in, they stopped talking and stood up: "Hello Mr. Zhuo!" "Has Mr. Zhuo come!" After everyone finished speaking to Mr. Zhuo, they nodded to Zhuo Guangrong.

From this point of view, Zhuo Guangrong also has a certain reputation in the medical field. Now it is only because Mr. Zhuo is here that he suppresses his sharpness.

"How is it? What are you going to have a conclusion about Lao Zhong's illness?" Mr. Zhuo sat on the main seat of the conference room without any politeness and asked straight to the point.

The experts sitting in the room looked at me and I looked at you. No one spoke. In fact, the patients inside were too special. If they said something wrong or diagnosed it wrong, the things they had worked hard for so many years might have to be wasted. Therefore, the experts looked at each other and saw that no one was talking, all lowered their heads. Some looked at the patient's test results, some looked at the films they were filming, and some even stared at the teacup in front of them with relish.

Mr. Zhuo looked at the experts in this room and didn't even dare to say the conclusion of his condition. He felt deeply saddened. He didn't know whether it was for these so-called experts or for the patients lying on the bed.

It is impossible for you to say that these people cannot reach conclusions. Who are the people sitting there? These seven or eight are medical experts from the Central Health Bureau. In ancient times, they were imperial doctors. In modern times, they were also authoritative in various academic fields. Will such people not be able to reach conclusions? Obviously not. If an ordinary person gets this disease, he probably has not only given conclusions, but has probably started heart surgery. As for whether it can be cured, it is not within the scope of consideration.

If you cure it, you will write a special book. "XX" cures a newly emerging heart disease and writes a paper to publish it. Maybe you will get some awards.

It cannot be cured, I'm sorry, you have signed the surgery consent form. All the situations that occurred during the surgery mentioned above are mentioned, and death is in vain.

Because ordinary patients have no choice but to do anything to them, they can prescribe medicine and treat the doctor just by looking at them for a few seconds. But if a patient with a high position and a powerful person, they dare not even reach the conclusion. If they have lost their duty as a doctor, it would be better to say that the current system forces them to do so.

Mr. Zhuo sat in the main seat of the conference room and looked at the experts who had no intention of speaking. He cleared his throat and said, "From the results of various examinations, the patient's physical condition is very healthy! But since the patient started to experience heart cum three months ago, this is another fact. Now please ask all experts to talk about their opinions."

The experts sitting there heard that Mr. Zhuo had already identified the most difficult problem for them to speak, so they looked away from the test results, films, and teacups they held, and raised their heads.

Xiao Yu looked at the experts in this room. If he had a little expectation from meeting these experts before, he now felt deeply disdainful. If a doctor cannot even fulfill his duties as a doctor, no matter how skilled he is in medical skills, he can no longer be considered a good doctor. He can only be regarded as a "quack doctor" with excellent medical skills.

Due to Zhuo Hongxing's speech, an old expert in the room, a hair-bearded and bearded in his sixties frowned slightly before slowly speaking: "I have given Mr. Zhong the pulse before. The pulse is stable and strong. There should be no problem passing through the heart. As for why there is a burst of colic......" When he said this, the old Chinese doctor with white hair-bearded and shook his head slowly.

A doctor in his 50s in his seat held a video and said, "I performed a cardiography on the patient and when the disease broke out, but there was no problem with the heart.

"Hey, yes! I did a full-body examination on the patient, and all the indicators of the patient's physical condition were very stable and normal!" said one of the experts in his sixties.

Hearing the words of the experts, Zhuo Hongxing couldn't help but frown. It was the first time he had encountered such a case.

For a moment, the entire conference room fell into a strange silence.

Zhuo Guangrong, Xiao Yu and Zhuo Simiao sat on the stool behind Mr. Zhuo, listening quietly without saying anything. Xiao Yu had never seen a patient and didn't know what was wrong with his condition. After Zhuo Guangrong looked at the test data, he sat there quietly without any intention of making a sound.

"Not good, no good, Dean, experts, the patient's heart was colic again, and even had a sudden stop!" A panic sound rang at the door of the quiet conference room.

"Let's go and have a look!" Mr. Zhuo said, "He left the conference room first and walked towards the ward.

Xiao Yu and Zhuo Simiao followed the experts and walked towards the ward.

When entering the ward, Xiao Yu's first feeling is big, and the second feeling is luxury. It is definitely better than the presidential suite of a five-star hotel.

The entire special care unit was divided into two rooms inside and outside. When Xiao Yu entered the room, he looked into the inner room out of instinct. The inner room covered an area of ​​more than 100 square meters and had a complete range of equipment. Several nurses were rescued by an elderly man in his 70s who was thin and lying on the hospital bed with a look of pain.

The outer room is divided into two areas, one looks like a living room and the other looks like a living room, each covering an area of ​​about 150 square meters.

A dozen men and women sat on the sofa waiting anxiously in the living room. Seeing the experts coming in, the dozen men and women surrounded them.

Standing behind the crowd, Xiao Yu looked at these people. These should be the families of the patients! Look at them all dressed luxuriously, young and arrogant, and older and calm and restrained. Maybe because they are used to issuing orders! They all have the aura of a superior.

"Uncle Zhuo, you are here, please give me everything!" A man in his fifties seemed to be the leader of these families. He stepped forward and bowed slightly to Zhuo Hongxing who led the experts in and said in a deep voice.

Zhuo Hongxing shook his head slightly when he heard the man's words, and said, "Jianguo, Lao Zhong's illness is very strange. I have never encountered it before. I will do my best!"

"Anyway, please don't want to you, Uncle Zhuo!" The man bowed deeply again.

Zhuo Hongxing didn't say anything, patted the man on the shoulder and turned around and walked into the ward.
Chapter completed!