Medical Master's World

"No, Dad hasn't eaten anything these days, and he's vomiting all the time. It's so easy to have an accident!"

"Oh..."

Mr. Feng retched a few more times, then spat out a mouthful of blood!

People see, all scared, vomit blood, this is stomach bleeding!

"Doctor! Come on, what to do

Several Western doctors were wearing white coats, masks and cold sweats on their forehead.

After master Feng finished vomiting, they immediately came up to check.

"This Mr. Feng, the cause of the old man's vomiting can't be found out, and he has a small tumor in his stomach. It's really not good. Let's have an operation to remove it. "

In the early stage of gastric cancer, it should not have such serious symptoms, but the patient has not eaten for two days, vomit what he eats and vomit what he drinks.

Now it's totally relying on the hanging bottle to maintain life. If it continues like this, I'm afraid it won't last for a few days.

Feng Shuqiang's face changed and asked.

"What's the success rate of surgery?"

Several doctors looked at each other and said, "the success rate is about 20 percent."

Feng Shuqiang's pupil shrank, "what! Only 20 percent, dare to let my father on the operating table, you are crazy

The doctor said helplessly, "Mr. Feng, we have no way. Mr. Feng's condition has already begun to cause gastric bleeding. If he doesn't have surgery, he can't survive for three days. There is still a ray of life after surgery."

Feng Shuqiang almost fainted when his voice fell.

"You Let me think about it! "

Many of Feng's brothers and sisters began to discuss, only 20% of the success rate, is likely to be on the operating table, will not come down.

While we were discussing, Wang Yishui called.

Feng Shuqiang quickly picked up, "brother Wang."

"Shu Qiang, how is uncle Feng?"

"It's not very good. The doctor said that the operation must be done. The success rate is only 20 percent."

"What Wang Yishui was also a little surprised. "This is what doctor Qin said?"

Feng Shuqiang frowned,

"what doctor Qin?"

"Yes? I didn't introduce a doctor Qin to you. Hasn't he gone yet? "

Feng Shuqiang thought about it and said.

"The man you said should have come, but Zhiping said that he was too young and had no ability, so he sent him away."

Wang Yishui was speechless. "You are really Although Mr. Qin is young, his medical skill is at its peak! Before I had ankylosing spondylitis, I could not cure it by seeking famous doctors all over the world. In the hands of Mr. Qin, I recovered in two weeks! "

"You're confused!"

Feng Shuqiang's face changed. I didn't expect that young man to be so tactful!

"OK, brother Wang, don't worry. I'll let Zhiping invite you now."

Hang up, Feng Shuqiang said.

"Zhiping, go and ask that doctor Qin to come here. Uncle Wang says that doctor Qin is a doctor. You can't neglect him!"

Feng Zhiping frowned. He was a little tired. He didn't even grow his hair. He was a great doctor.

But my father has already spoken, and he can't help it.

Out of the door, drive to the Xuanyuan Hospital of traditional Chinese medicine street.

As soon as he entered the hospital and saw Qin Jun, Feng Zhiping said with a cold face.

"Let's go."

Kong Fanlin and others were stunned and frowned.

"Who are you looking for?"

Feng Zhiping held out his hand and pointed to Qin Jun.

"To find him is not a miracle doctor, can't you cure my grandfather, hurry up, don't ink."