Chapter 497: Being the mentor of an academician, Lu Chenxi felt numb just thinking about it!

"Teacher Lu, Doctor Fang, follow the diagnosis and treatment process in our disaster area."

"You go back to the department immediately and try to free up some wards and operating rooms to deal with possible emergencies."

Looking back, he confirmed that Dean Cui and others were standing behind the reception desk like good kids, and dared not raise any objections.

Only then did Lin Yi give the latest instructions to Lu Chenxi and Fang Xiaoran.

Although the patients in line are mainly gallbladder and pancreas patients, they must also be prepared for a rainy day.

In case a patient who needs emergency surgery appears, Lin Yi will not be in a hurry...

"Understood, Doctor Lin."

"I will notify everyone in the research team immediately to prepare for emergency plans!"

Lu Chenxi looked at Lin Yi with complicated eyes, and after quickly agreeing, he pulled Fang Xiaoran, who was still looking at Lin Yi like a fangirl, and hurried back to the emergency department work area to start preparing according to Lin Yi's instructions.

Academician You Changming, You Lao, obviously regarded Lin Yi as his teacher in terms of address.

And Lu Chenxi herself is Lin Yi's teacher, who is well-known in the emergency department and even in the central hospital.

She is Lin Yi's teacher, and Lin Yi is also the teacher of Academician You. So what is she, Lu Chenxi, to Academician You?

Lu Chenxi would never dare to say that she is an academician, and even the thought of it makes her feel numb!

But such a weird thing happened right in front of her because of the existence of this evildoer Lin Yi.

This made Lu Chenxi inexplicably proud, but also felt a huge sense of oppression.

If she didn't keep improving and try her best to keep up with Lin Yi's progress, she would not have the face to respond to Lin Yi's call of this teacher...

"Yang Yu, notify everyone to continue to see patients."

Lin Yi, who has cooperated with her countless times, is still very confident in Lu Chenxi's ability to do things.

Lin Yi turned around and immediately gave Yang Yu another order to continue seeing patients...

"Auntie, slow down, you can start now."

After receiving the order, Yang Yu immediately helped an old lady wearing a hat, with sweat on her forehead and a face so painful that she had difficulty walking, to sit in front of the reception desk with the patient's family.

"Hello, Dr. Lin, my wife just had another attack."

"She is feeling very uncomfortable now, can I tell her about her condition?"

After Lin Yi nodded in agreement, the patient's family quickly talked about his wife's condition.

"My wife, Li Suqin, has been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer for two years..."

"The various treatments this year alone have cost nearly 80,000 yuan, and this is the number after medical insurance reimbursement..."

"The family savings, relatives' loans, and the money my son and I earned from working have all been invested in this bottomless pit."

"Just a few days ago, the doctor told us that fortunately my wife's condition is well maintained and the cancer has not spread to other places. Now she can have surgery, but the surgery and postoperative recovery may cost up to 100,000 yuan in total..."

"Please, Dr. Lin, we really have no other choice!"

"I can see that my wife has hope of recovery, but I am not motivated and can't even get the money to save her life..."

Although the middle-aged man was describing his wife's condition, his words were filled with helplessness and regret for his own incompetence.

Although Lin Yi had promised that previous pancreatic cancer patients could be cured with 150 yuan.

But people are different, and the development and severity of the disease are also different.

It is still unknown whether the disease that others can cure with 150 yuan for his wife can be cured.

In order to win Lin Yi's sympathy, the middle-aged man didn't care about his pitiful face.

He told Lin Yi all the financial difficulties he encountered.

To be frank, Dr. Lin is the only hope for their family to survive...

"Can you take the pulse like this..."

Looking at the chattering family members of the patient, You Lao frowned and muttered secretly.

Chinese medicine pays attention to calming the mind when taking the pulse, which is not only a requirement for patients, but also for doctors.

Letting the patient not talk is to stabilize the pulse so that the doctor who takes the pulse can have a more comprehensive and detailed control of the condition.

Of course, in this process, the more the doctor can concentrate, the more subtle the pulse will be.

While listening to the patient's description of the condition, he also has to focus on the pulse under his fingers.

You Lao asked, although he could barely do it, but for a malignant disease like pancreatic cancer, he certainly couldn't do it to the level of detail.

If the judgment is slightly wrong, the treatment effect may be wrong...

"Unless you have practiced the pulse diagnosis technique to the level of subtlety, you can be so comfortable!"

When thinking of this possibility, You Lao's body trembled slightly, and his eyes looking at Lin Yi's fingers became more piercing.

According to his own medical experience, You Lao roughly divided the pulse diagnosis technique of traditional Chinese medicine from low to high into four stages: entry, proficiency, mastery, and the unattainable subtlety.

As for himself, he can only be regarded as proficient.

In You Lao's opinion, his apprentice Ma Lin has just entered the threshold of proficiency after more than ten years of training.

As for the subtle level that is almost divided according to the records in ancient books, You Lao dare not even hope for it.

Even that mysterious pulse diagnosis method, whether it can be reproduced in modern society, You Lao is skeptical...

"This... Is this the legendary pulse diagnosis with hanging thread!"

Suddenly, You Lao stood up from the chair, staring at Lin Yi's fingers with his eyes wide open, his face full of incredible shock.

If his guess is true, Lin Yi's pulse diagnosis has not only reached the so-called subtle stage, but it is not an exaggeration to say that it has turned decay into magic...

"Old... Teacher, you said that Dr. Lin used the pulse diagnosis method."

"Is it the hanging thread pulse diagnosis that even ancient books dare not confirm?"

"This... How is this possible..."

You Lao's apprentice Ma Lin stood up immediately after the teacher, repeatedly observed Lin Yi's method, and he couldn't figure out why, so he hurried to ask the teacher for confirmation.

The legendary pulse diagnosis method reappeared, what kind of concept is this, Ma Lin really can't imagine.

Just with this legendary pulse diagnosis method, Lin Yi can be called a master in the field of traditional Chinese medicine.

Given the teacher's vision in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, Ma Lin didn't think there was any possibility of a mistake...

"What is the pulse diagnosis with a thread? Isn't this a medical skill made up in a TV series?"

"Isn't Lin Yi's pulse diagnosis technique different from what we use? It doesn't look much different!"

"Mr. You, is this pulse diagnosis method really amazing..."

Seeing that Mr. You was so excited, Dean Cui, Director Bai and others not far behind him also carefully surrounded him.

They were just watching the fun. They knew a little about the basics of pulse diagnosis. No matter how they looked at it, they couldn't understand where Lin Yi was so smart.

They were so eager that they could only hope that Mr. You would help them explain it...