Chapter Seventy-Four: Manpower is Sometimes Poor
Logically, it really doesn't matter.
But you know, a lot of people don't talk about logic.
For example, there are those who do not hate those who ruin their families, but those who have the ability to do so in times of despair but do not.
The example of the canon is that people with certain rare blood types often receive requests for help from the families of patients with other rare blood types, and if you don't help, they will come to you and roll around.
What is Hagia Sophia's defense?
If Fei Ran was really drained of the blood on her body by Ye Wutian, it would be okay to die, but if the brain cells were not finished, in some other supernatural form, such as some lonely soul and wild ghost, or some picture that affected her spirit, she naturally did not dare to take revenge on Ye Wutian, who had planted fear in her heart, but this dying resentment was to be vented.
Emperor Shang, who saved her but did not save her completely, was the only designated target for revenge.
If this is just that, what if Ye Wutian puts the responsibility for Fei Ran's death directly on Emperor Shang's head?
If Emperor Shang went out, there would be five or six cold guns pointed at his head?
Did the palms of the hands really evaporate the city from the map of China, and then stage a wave of great battles between humans and gods?
So instead of being developed like this, Saint Sophia would rather choose to directly choke this Mr. Ye to death in the "early stage of development".
If Fei Ran is unwilling to agree, then St. Sophia will evaporate with her.
Thinking about these troublesome things, Saint Sophia would rather choose to directly choke this Mr. Ye to death in the "early stage of development".
"But didn't Emperor Shang say before that if you don't solve Ye Wutian's peerless medical skills, all your efforts will be in vain." Fei Ran looked at Saint Sophia, this beautiful woman, and couldn't help but speak.
"Peerless medical skills, don't you have them?" Saint Sophia looked at Emperor Shang and tilted her head, "I should have taught you all the knowledge, right?" ”
In a state of forgetfulness, Hagia Sophia taught all the knowledge of human history. The same is true of medicine.
Even the prescriptions that were lost due to chaos in human history, Emperor Shang should have a copy in his head.
In other words, from a comprehensive level, whether you are a surgical saint or a senior of Xinglin, you can only be regarded as a flat doctor in front of the current Emperor Shang, and the national hand is a little reluctant.
It is easy to treat any incurable diseases and mix the name of a miracle doctor, plus Solomon's Ring, he is rotten except for the brain case buried in the geography, and only the bones cannot be saved, and the rest, no problem.
"We can be cured, and someone must believe in us. And we don't have a certificate yet. "Light knows what it does. You don't have documents, even if you save people, it's an illegal practice of medicine, and I'll talk to you.
And I didn't know you were going to do that at first...... What am I doing with this exposure?
A guy from an ordinary family, in addition to not knowing why he got the favor of Saint Sophia, suddenly has an unpredictable medical skill, Emperor Shang doesn't think that the current Saint Sophia can stop someone from studying his own slices.
Unless the hands are folded and start to evaporate.
"You Huaxia are really troublesome...... "Saint Sophia wrinkled her eyebrows.
"It's not a trouble, it's a responsibility." Emperor Shang shrugged his shoulders. For individuals, as long as the disease can be cured, it doesn't matter if you are a professional or a wild person, you can cure incurable diseases, you are a miracle doctor.
But if there is a prescription, 100 people eat it, you are okay, the other 99 people can obviously be rescued, and some can live for at least two more years, and then go down to heaven directly with a mouthful of medicine, do you say that this prescription will be promoted in Huaxia?
No, it won't.
It's like a cancer patient who eats half a pound of poison and wants to die, but then miraculously recovers. Will Huaxia encourage patients to come and eat half a catty of poison?
Just kidding, a real doctor who relies on science and technology will only analyze what ingredients in the poison may cure cancer, and as for the "chosen son" as a "propaganda example", the doctor who takes the Hipporates oath to heart may only smile indifferently at you, and those who don't remember well, and those who are grumpy and grumpy wish you died.
As long as there is a bit of universality, ancient Chinese medicine and ancient Western medicine will not be run over by modern medicine.
Think about it too.
If you look at the Compendium of Materia Medica, but if you see the record of using charcoal powder and sesame oil for burns, and seeing the record of swallowing heavy metals and burning them red with charcoal, beating them into fine powder while they are hot, and drinking them in decoction, you ask yourself, do you dare to use this recipe?
You saw a certain king bleed himself to death because he had a migraine, do you dare to use this bloodletting therapy?
Traditional medicine is based on the fact that I used this to get a good person, and then everyone else did the same, and I didn't dare to look at it with my eyes closed.
Emperor Shang theoretically can cure many incurable diseases, but in the end, does anyone believe it? Does anyone dare to allow it?
It is impossible for him to be cared for because of his relationship with Hagia Sophia.
"What if I can get my papers? In the case of medical qualifications, there is not so much resistance. Fei Ran looked up at Emperor Shang, "Is it possible for you to ......?"
"I refuse, Miss Firan. If you don't have diamonds, don't do porcelain work, this is a matter of principle. Emperor Shang shrugged, "Unlike Mr. Ye, I don't have the lofty ideals of using the resources of the big guys. At most, I can save your grandfather from the end of half a year's death, and let him live another five to ten years. If you count on me, you might as well expect Mr. Ye to die ruthlessly. ”
No matter how many recipes and methods have been handed down, they cannot cure all diseases.
Again, except for the living God, no one can guarantee the cure of all the diseases of virtue.
The backlash of setting up a myth and then destroying it is much worse than if you are a mediocre person.
I wonder if Mr. Ye can grasp this?
It is said that the basic need of men is to find a good-looking object and realize their self-worth - civilized, to be human, to be holy, and to be a little vulgar, to pretend to be X.
Just like the peacock opening the screen, men should theoretically not live this kind of impulse to open the screen in front of excellent females, oh no, they don't need to be excellent yet, it's purely the impulse to open the screen in front of good-looking females.
Fei Ran felt that Emperor Shang did not belong to humans, at least not to males.
I've set up all the tables for you, just waiting for you to show off your skills, and you actually told me that you are cowardly now?
I promised to be small, what principles do you still adhere to?
"I don't know if Miss Fei Ran has ever heard of a saying that manpower is sometimes ......poor," Emperor Shang said.
Emperor Shang has read many novels and comics, in which the existence of doctors is described as omnipotent. It seems that as long as the protagonist appears, the patient will be saved, and he can get a lot of little fan girls, and maybe even the love of the attending female doctor who is as beautiful as the star.
But if you think about it, the attending doctor.
That means at least 360 days and at least 280 days of day and night reversed, and the slightest wind and grass will lead to sudden death, this kind of routine can turn your sable cicada into a product of the Jurassic.
Let's go back to the protagonist himself, who is a little more particular and knows that even if he gets the system, he has to be operated on every day to enter the hospital at 27 or 8, and he is only successful at the age of 30. If you don't pay attention to it, the ancient medicine specializes in everything.
You snap a 20-year-old college student to practice medicine.
Let's put it this way, our wild journalists and discipline inspection commissioners are already hungry and thirsty.