There's something wrong with me

Chapter 118 Shocked the World!
One p.m.

Zhang Feng had a simple trip this time. He only asked an armored vehicle driver with ten years of driving experience to drive him to the gate of the Third Hospital.

Before getting off the car, Zhang Feng saw people coming and going in the hospital.

There are trams parked everywhere at the door.

"You go back first."

Zhang Feng took a quick look, gave him some instructions, and let him go back first.

get off.

Zhang Feng looked around and saw that many people were holding bags of information about human body testing and chatting about the testing.

"It's my number today..."

"The queue was so long this morning..."

"You know what? My boss said in the group chat that whoever's next in line will get to take the day off..."

"Ah? You guys are taking a day off like this? We're not. The company arranged for us to have tests on the same day."

"Our group is even better. We've already placed an order for the equipment and will install it in our company. But many factories are fully booked right now, and we don't know when we can enjoy the convenience."

"At least you have hope, but we still have to continue the lottery..."

Many people are talking about testing.

According to what they said, the current test is a lottery.

Although Zhang Feng is the person in charge of these matters, he is not very clear about them.

"The lottery is really fashionable, but seeing so many people, it's really hard to handle."

Zhang Feng thought for a few moments and felt that he should ask some official factories to step up the production of testing equipment.

Otherwise, it would really waste time if everyone just drew numbers like this.

But you still need to find out the specific situation.

I thought to myself.

Zhang Feng took out a mask from his pocket, put it on, and then walked towards the young people who were chatting.

"Brothers, let me ask you something."

Zhang Feng asked, but no one responded.

Although Zhang Feng's mask outfit was not conspicuous in the hospital, his hat and sunglasses made these young men stunned.

As for the training clothes Zhang Feng is currently wearing, it is not special because some people passing by are also wearing it.

"Why is he dressed so tightly? Is he a celebrity?"

After a few seconds of speculation, a young man in white clothes asked curiously, "What's going on?"

"Is it inconvenient to draw lots?" Zhang Feng asked with a smile: "I just heard you say that the company still has to make arrangements. Does it affect your work?
In other words, does your company not have a better plan, or is it difficult to arrange it?"

Zhang Feng wanted to know the details and see whether this lottery method would cause resistance from many companies.

After all, people still have to live, and we can't let the passing of a test affect everyone's daily rhythm.

Although Zhang Feng also knows that many people want to practice, it should be possible to neutralize it.

Aren’t things all discussed through conversation?

Zhang Feng is an office worker in these worlds and is very down-to-earth, so he wants to learn about the real life of big data martial arts training from normal people like himself.

Instead of doing it inside the base, just say it and then do it.

"Are you a reporter?" another person suddenly asked, and then pulled the young man in white clothes next to him to stop him from answering.

Otherwise, if Zhang Fengyi releases a news report saying that their company opposes the correct policy, something big will happen.

"Nothing much, right?" The young man in white clothes liked to talk, and said truthfully: "The company has also arranged it, it's just a holiday adjustment.

For example, I was supposed to have a day off on Sunday, but my lottery draw was on Tuesday.

The company made some adjustments and gave me Tuesday off."

The man in white scratched his head and said, "Even if you don't give me a day off, as long as I have time to test and go back after the test, I'm willing to do it.

Because our company provides a 500 yuan fitness subsidy every month to encourage us to go to the gym."

"There's also a bonus?" Zhang Feng thought this was a good idea; it seemed many companies supported it.

"Yes, yes!" The other two young men also replied:

“We also have subsidies.”

"My subsidy is eight hundred."

They answered one sentence at a time.

The young man who was trying to pull the person in stopped talking after seeing that everything had been said.

At the same time, the talkative white clothes asked Zhang Feng: "Do you know what we do during the break?"

"I definitely know that." Zhang Feng took out cigarettes from his pocket and wanted to give a few to these guys.

But when the cigarette was taken out, it was in a bright red package with only one word "Xia" written in a flamboyant style.

Zhang Feng saw that this was too conspicuous, so he took it back.

"What? Special supply?" The young man who was recruiting people saw it. He had seen it in a group.

It was a young master showing off, taking out his grandfather's cigarettes.

He said that his grandfather was the oldest man in the province.

The man in white paid no attention to the cigarette and continued, "In our company's meetings now, we focus on the main points, and the rest of the time, we have a 'lecturer' lead us in exercises.

This lecturer is a part-time student at the city's martial arts school.

A small number of companies have started doing this. I am still wondering if the company wants to train us and use us as ambassadors?

Especially in official workplaces, the instructors invited there are actually people from official martial arts schools!

Then I thought, the scale of this image endorsement might be too small!
Isn't this... a massive military buildup for all people?"

People in white clothes love to talk, and they like to get down to business in just two or three sentences.

"Stop talking!" The young man heard his friend talking about state affairs, interrupted him directly, pulled him aside, and whispered to him:

"It's fine for us to give orders normally, but this person might be a big shot in the government! Be careful what you say!"

"What?" The man in white was confused.

When Zhang Feng saw that these people obviously didn't want to talk, he thanked them and continued walking towards the hospital.

However, it was Zhang Feng's back, Zhang Feng's young voice, and the box of cigarettes.

The young man who was recruiting people always felt that Zhang Feng was a little familiar.

Confused, he took out his phone and searched for keywords like 'Grandmaster treading water', but he saw the back of the Grandmaster in the video, who looked exactly like the person just now!

At this moment, Zhang Feng was wearing training clothes and thousand-layer cloth shoes, just like in the video!
"Brothers...we seem to have seen the pioneer..." He was a little excited and looked at his friends beside him.

I also regretted why I didn’t say a few words just now.
If the other party is really the extraordinary Grandmaster Zhang, then this may be his only chance to communicate with Grandmaster Zhang in his life!
As he spoke, he pulled the confused people and wanted to chase after Zhang Feng.

But before he could take a few steps, six strong men suddenly came walking quickly from a distance.

The middle-aged man in the lead said to them politely, "Comrades, I see you recognized Mr. Zhang, but please keep it a secret. Sorry for the inconvenience."

Although Zhang Feng did not ask anyone to follow him, necessary confidentiality was still required.

"I said he was a pioneer!"

"It really is……"

"Is he Grandmaster Zhang?"

"So...did I just talk to Grandmaster Zhang?"

When several young men heard that they had just communicated with Grandmaster Zhang, they immediately became excited, and one of them felt strong regret.

……

Come to the hospital lobby.

Zhang Feng looked over and saw that there were more people here.

There was an even longer queue in the testing room.

The equipment really needs to be improved, otherwise if everyone really wants to practice martial arts, it will be impossible to test it.

"Big data training may seem simple, but it is indeed cumbersome in practice."

Zhang Feng looked at him for a while and understood why Dr. Wu was so busy.

With such a large amount of testing, and people working closely together, it is really difficult for people to rest unless the machines break down or stop.

Go this way.

Zhang Feng didn't take the elevator, but ran up the stairs to the top.

15th floor, Dean's Office.

Dr. Wu has now been promoted to dean.

But the office was still his small office, and it was obvious that he seldom came here.

Otherwise, if other people come to report the situation, it would probably be difficult to find room for many people.

Take out the phone.

Zhang Feng ignored the medical staff who were looking at him and went straight to Doctor Wu.

However, Dr. Wu hasn’t answered yet.

A nearby doctor came over excitedly and asked tentatively, "Teacher Zhang? Is that you?"

"Yeah." Zhang Feng nodded when he saw that he was recognized, and then looked at the excited medical staff beside him.

“You are all half my students. I have taught you several times and given you several medical lessons.

If you are truly grateful, don't spread it around, and don't say I'm here and I want to be in a peaceful place."

"Okay, teacher!" They nodded excitedly, and then looked at Zhang Feng with admiration.

"Let's go." Zhang Feng laughed and shook his head. "It's working hours, everyone should go to work and don't gather together. Wait until evening. If you have nothing to do in the evening, we can have dinner together."

"Okay!" After hearing that Teacher Zhang would see them in the evening, they reluctantly left.

About half a minute passed.

Dr. Wu also answered the phone.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang." Doctor Wu's voice was noticeably hoarse. "What's going on?"

"Is it with the instrument?" Zhang Feng asked.

"Yes!" Doctor Wu replied, "I've been here recently, learning the testing procedures.

Because the hospital needs to use the machine again soon, if there are not enough people, I thought I would do it myself."

"Very good." Zhang Feng saw that he was busy, so he didn't bother him. He was just wandering around anyway. "Then you go ahead and do your work. We'll talk later."

hang up the phone.

I saw that everyone had something to do.

For the first time, Zhang Feng felt like an "idler".

This feeling is quite unique.

Now that I'm free, I might as well continue strolling around.

Passing by the patient's room.

Zhang Feng took a look inside.

When I see many doctors using their own little skills to try to treat patients with similar simplified resonance techniques.

Zhang Feng was still quite happy. Thinking about it carefully, it had been more than half a year since he first came to this hospital and taught meridian massage therapy.

They were able to learn some techniques so quickly and apply them in clinical practice, which shows that they must have worked very hard.

Wait until they digest it, and then teach them some new skills.

The same was true in other hospitals, and Zhang Feng taught them the meridian therapy that they could master as quickly as possible.

Just walking and turning.

Zhang Feng was in a good mood.

Then we came to the sixth floor.

Department of Oncology, Zhang Feng continued walking forward and came to the door of the intensive care unit.

You can't see inside from the door, you can only see the disinfection room from the window.

But Zhang Feng knew that most of the people there had advanced cancer that had already spread. The emergence of complications had caused multiple organ failure, and they could only rely on some instruments and drugs to maintain their vital signs.

at the same time.

Zhang Feng has extraordinary hearing. He can hear laughter coming from the intensive care unit through a disinfection room. It is the hospital's caregivers who are trying every means to make the patients happy because their time is already counting down.

If you can laugh more, laugh more.

Maybe if you smile, you can temporarily forget about death, and at that moment you will be as happy as a normal person.

But some people are in so much pain that they can't even smile, and all a caregiver can give them is comfort and the final care.

And see the family for the last time.

"you……"

At the same time, the door of the intensive care unit opened, and a female nurse in her forties walked into the disinfection room in the middle and looked at Zhang Feng outside the window.

She originally wanted to use a loudspeaker to persuade Zhang Feng to leave.

Zhang Feng took off his mask and other disguises,

"Head Nurse Zhou, I want to see the patient."

"Teacher Zhang... Zhang..." The nurse's voice couldn't help but get louder, attracting some people's attention.

……

Afterwards, the door is opened and disinfection and dressing are carried out in the disinfection room.

Several doctors from the oncology department also rushed here.

"Teacher Zhang!" They stood in front of the door and did not enter the disinfection room without permission.

"Most of them are already on their deathbeds," said Zhang Feng, wearing disposable gloves. "A few days ago, I had no idea what to do, but now I want to try to solve all the problems related to cancer."

The understanding of the internal organs, the resonance of the internal force and the emergence of strengthening prescriptions are the ways to strengthen and metabolize the cells of the whole body.

Zhang Feng thought that he could give it a try, perhaps he could pull the person back from the hands of the King of Hell.

Because even without these, there are examples of patients with advanced cancer surviving for several years or even more than ten years after treatment.

What Zhang Feng needs to do now is to turn the individual case into the general case.

And allow all doctors to treat in their own way.

"Perfect cancer treatment?" The doctors outside the sterilization room, upon hearing Zhang Feng's words, expressed both anticipation and a touch of doubt...

……

I don't know where the news of Zhang Feng being the chief surgeon leaked out.

Just one day.

When Zhang Feng learned about cancer cells and was preparing to perform his first operation.

Top medical scholars from all over the country took the earliest flights from all over the country and rushed to the city where Zhang Feng was.

Because the patient who underwent this surgery had advanced esophageal cancer and multiple organ failure, his life expectancy was only three or four days.

He was sixty-five years old and was just skin and bones.

In other words, as soon as the person leaves the instrument, he will die.

……

The next afternoon.

Outside a general operating room in the Third Hospital.

This place is different from the past. It gathers dozens of medical experts and disguised special forces personnel.

And there was also a middle-aged reporter from Xiacheng's official newspaper.

His expression was serious, and he did not interview any medical experts. Instead, he silently recorded everything as if he was making a documentary.

At the same time, a sound came from the corridor behind.

"Mr. Zhang is here..."

"Get out of the way!"

"Hello, Teacher Zhang."

Various greetings and people consciously making way created a clear path leading to the operating room.

Zhang Feng was wearing a white coat. Seeing the faces around him, some familiar and some unfamiliar, he just nodded slightly.

Behind Zhang Feng, helping him, in addition to Dr. Wu and the people involved in the operation, there are also several top medical scientists.

In addition to helping, they are also learning this time.

"Teacher..." The people around saw them and nodded and greeted them.

Enter the operating room.

Preoperative anesthesia, instruments to measure blood pressure and heart rate, etc.

After Zhang Feng closed his eyes and recalled the patient's information again, he picked up the scalpel and, using the conventional doctor's method, accurately cut open the patient's neck. As the blade deflected, a disgusting piece of flesh fell into the tray held by the doctor next to him.

'Mr. Zhang's skills...' Although it is not good to show admiration when the patient is in crisis.

But faced with Zhang Feng's exquisite control over the scalpel and the human body, they really couldn't help but feel shocked and amazed.

Zhang Feng had no time to take care of them, and didn't even ask them to help him. Instead, he used his understanding of the human body's functions to saw open the patient's chest with a bone saw.

With precise control, and without prying open most of the sternum, Zhang Feng reached in and used a scalpel to remove the thoracic tumor and the cancerous organ lesions one by one, leaving only the cancer integrated with the normal organ.

Some of these cancers are still inside the organs, including one in his stomach.

At this time, Zhang Feng did not dig open his organs or disturb his vitality. Instead, he took a small bottle of medicine from someone and dripped it into his diseased organs.

For smaller cancers and cancers that are attached to organs, medication is used.

This was also Zhang Feng’s original idea, because these medicines can be spread over a large area.

The main ingredient of this medicine is a small amount of variants of the enhanced prescription, as well as some herbs based on Zhang Feng's understanding of cancer, which neutralize the heavy elements in it.

Now, the color of this potion is not transparent, but a light red.

It's only when the drug is applied directly to the organ that the patient noticeably develops strange tremors.

drip...

The instrument was also sounding an alarm, the patient's heart rate was gradually increasing, and there was slight bleeding at the surgical site.

The patient was already just flesh and bones, and there was not much blood left.

Without Zhang Feng saying anything, Dr. Wu and his team connected the blood bag and, with Zhang Feng's permission, pressed the wound with gauze.

"Don't touch his left rib." Zhang Feng said the first words in the operating room when he saw a doctor about to press with his side hand. "If his left rib moves upward about one centimeter, it will cause a surge of blood flow."

"Okay..." The doctor stopped steadily and bent his body sideways uncomfortably to press the wound.

This is because the slit Zhang Feng opened when he did the thoracotomy was too small. In a normal large thoracotomy, the slit is opened to both sides using a expander.

To put it bluntly, the scene was like a slaughterhouse, so family members were not allowed to watch the operation because they could not accept that a living person, a loved one, was being moved like that.

……

The clock is ticking.

"Will it work or not..." Everyone in the operating room was nervous, but they kept pressing.

"The heart rate is still very high..." Doctor Wu pressed the patient's neck wound with a steady hand, but he did not dare to ask the silent Zhang Feng about the heart rate.

He was afraid that if he suddenly spoke out the problem that he himself was aware of, it might disrupt the teacher's train of thought.

"What's going on?" The people outside the operating room were also walking back and forth, looking towards the operating room from time to time.

They all wanted to witness a medical miracle with their own eyes, but were afraid of being disappointed.

"Please, God..." The patient's family was also in the crowd. They didn't expect much and knew that the old man didn't have much time left.

Now, they just hope that the old man can live longer after this operation.

They still had a lot to say to the old man, and they didn't even know why they had so much to say, as they had never said anything before.

And in the operating room.

Zhang Feng calmly observed the patient's vital signs and did not use overclocking for treatment because cancer cells are a type of diseased cells that proliferate indefinitely.

Overclocking allows cells to metabolize faster, grow stronger, and repair themselves.

Facing this thing will only make it grow faster, and the lesions may even spread significantly, visible to the naked eye.

In the end, people turn into cancer, with no digestive system, no respiratory system, and no thoughts. They can only rely on drug injections to achieve a state of unlimited proliferation and dedifferentiation, which is just a pile of "meat".

despair-

While waiting, Zhang Feng also picked up the cancerous piece of meat from the tray.

If cancer can be controlled and allowed to form the necessary cell functions, such as turning into lung cells or heart cells, then people with cancer can regenerate indefinitely.

But if we can really control our own differentiation, we can regenerate infinitely, and there will be no need for cancer.

And everyone is anxiously waiting.

Two hours later, the patient's body functions gradually returned to normal.

Zhang Feng looked at him a few times and saw that the diseased part of his body had turned black, like burnt flesh.

The palm of the hand swept lightly.

Under the astonished gaze of everyone in the operating room, a thin layer of charred skin dissipated, revealing the reddish organ tissue on which traces of cancer had completely disappeared.

The organs are returning to normal.

"It's doable. Just sew it up."

Zhang Feng also smiled when he saw this scene.

"But post-operative recovery depends on the patient and his family. Look at how thin this old man has become. Can he gain weight back in just one day?"

“Hahahaha…” After two hours of tense atmosphere, the perfect recovery example of a patient with advanced cancer made them completely relax and laugh.

Outside the operating room.

"Did it succeed?"

"I... uh... my grandpa is fine..."

"It worked! I heard the teacher's laughter!"

"Mr. Zhang... this is to bring people... to bring the dead back to life?"

Patients' families in the corridor, medical representatives from various provinces, and official reporters from Xiacheng.

When they heard the sounds in the operating room, they knew that a new miracle had appeared again after the medical community had used the Zihuajin prescription!

This miracle still comes from Mr. Zhang's hands.

Bringing a dying person back to life.

(End of this chapter)