"I’m not discussing Western dicine versus Chinese dicine with you now, don’t change the subject. Okay, just as you said before, you claid football existed for thousands of years and that cuju from the Song Dynasty was football. Does that prove Chinese football is better than theirs? I don’t want to argue with you, it’s pointless. I just want to tell you, we need to be objective; science is objective. There’s no fear in having a gap, but denying the gap and insisting we’re advanced is hopeless. Does declaring ourselves advanced make us advanced?" Li Guodong refuted him line by line.
"Then use Powder for Anesthesia to perform surgery instead of learning modern dicine." Li Guodong retaliated with another jab.
"You’re the kind of person who worships foreign things and belittles yourself while elevating others. If a war breaks out, people like you are most likely to be traitors, foreign lackeys." Zhao Wenbo said angrily, resorting to personal attacks.
"Why do you like to label people? If it’s a debate, then debate with facts and reason; why do you keep putting labels on others? Is it interesting? We were just discussing dicine, how did you drag in traitors and foreign lackeys? Aren’t you also a graduate student of modern dicine now? By your logic, aren’t you a traitor, a foreign lackey too?" Li Guodong was too lazy to deal with him.
Every ti these two debated, there was a tense atmosphere. Zhao Wenbo spoke rapidly and emotionally, while Li Guodong remained calm, always trying to analyze the problem through logical reasoning.
"I’m studying modern dicine but I don’t belittle myself or elevate others. I’m not undermining everyone’s confidence. What you’re doing is just holding European and Arican feet in esteem, claiming everything about them is good, ignoring the progress of our dostic doctors." Zhao Wenbo snorted and said.
Li Guodong smiled slightly: "Earlier we were talking about the difference in dical levels between our doctors and European and Arican doctors, not who is progressing faster. Do you understand logic? Do you know what debate is? You’re purely emotional. I’m not erasing our doctors’ progress. We are indeed advancing, and in so areas we are even leading. But we must face the fact that in most aspects, we are behind. Just facing more cases and gaining experience is just one asure of advanced or backwardness, not everything. Understand?"
Li Guodong didn’t want everyone to have their thoughts disturbed by Zhao Wenbo, which is why he debated with him, otherwise he wouldn’t bother.
Yang Ping heard their conversation and smiled to himself. He never cared about these societal issues; his mindset was quite unique. In life, he might lack rich social experience since most of his ti was spent learning and working, but in dicine, his experience surpassed anyone’s. This severe imbalance made him indifferent to social topics.
To Yang Ping, whether it’s doctors or the dical industry, there are definitely gaps compared to developed countries, but he believes there can be surpassing in the future.
Regarding the dical system, while there are many shortcomings, there are also many strengths. This inclusive dical system ensures a balance between the dical efficiency and quality for over a billion people, unlike foreign free dical care which may require waiting months for surgery or years for checkups.
Those praising foreign free dical care most likely have never been abroad or experienced its inefficiencies, speaking out of fantasy. The vast scale of Chinese healthcare maintains a balance between efficiency and quality.
Seeing Yang Ping co in, they stopped debating, Zhao Wenbo’s face flushed red, clearly still unwilling to give up, wanting to keep arguing with Li Guodong.
"Nothing to do? All work done? I’m going to check the case files." Zhang Lin imdiately dismissed everyone.
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Adams has decided to stay at Sanbo Hospital, and he requested Yang Ping’s team to treat him with any thod he’s willing to accept.
Actually, such latest thods must be used on the patients most eager for them; this way compliance is good, and disputes are avoided.
Yang Ping had heard from senior colleagues about lumbar disc protrusion patients undergoing surgery; the timing must be when their pain is most severe and persistent. Only then would they feel the surgery is worthwhile. If not done at that ti, post-surgery they might regret and bla the hospital, feeling too much treatnt was given since recalling their pre-surgery symptoms wasn’t that severe, and surgery didn’t seem necessary.
Similarly, when directly applying K Therapy clinically, Yang Ping would never proactively seek patients, as he previously suffered a setback in an experint when patients were found by doctors, leading to lots of skepticism. However, when patients actively seek out and volunteer for treatnt, their mindset is different—they see this thod as their last straw.
This involves so psychology, a challenge that researchers must face.
Yang Ping wasn’t playing tricks on the patients but conducting psychological assessnts to implent interventions when compliance is highest, ensuring the best compliance from patients, optimal laboratory effects, and minimal social disputes.
For so reason, even though Yang Ping hadn’t agreed for him to participate in the K Therapy experint, Adams was full of confidence in Yang Ping, perhaps because of the strong confidence exuding from his deanor.
After Adams settled in, he felt very stable and safe, relying on a pile of crutches, roaming around the hospital looking at this and that, curious about what makes this hospital produce a genius like Yang Ping.
He discovered that many foreigners were receiving treatnt at this hospital, especially in the International Clinic where foreigners were coming in and out. China actually has such an international hospital.
In the hospital garden, Adams ran into Morris who was walking with his two daughters. They chatted while strolling, and Adams learned from their conversation that these were the conjoined twin sisters who had recently made headlines worldwide.
It’s embarrassing. Adams was one of those who opposed and condemned Professor Yang, very actively, representing the British dical academic circle. He had watched the surgery later, and although he couldn’t understand it, he knew that the surgery had been a trendous success.
Now, these conjoined twins were in front of him, chatting and laughing. Back then, people said what? That such surgery was impossible, and Professor Yang was recklessly experinting with life without any sense of research ethics.
Adams was unsure if Professor Yang knew about his ridiculous behavior at the ti. If he knew, there’s no way Professor Yang would agree to treat him.
Truly, the boorang hit Adams himself. If he now joins Professor Yang’s volunteer experints, would people worldwide condemn Professor Yang for disrespecting life, lacking ethics, and using untested clinical thods recklessly on patients just for experintal data?
Thinking of this, Adams was sowhat fearful, fearing he might face such public criticism. The power of public opinion is known to him since he himself was part of it, and a significant one too.
"Hi! Hello!"
The older sister of the conjoined twins noticed Morris watching them, and she cheerfully waved to greet.
Morris looked over, recognizing his "fellow countryman," also greeted Adams.
"I’m Adams, from the United Kingdom. It’s a pleasure to et you."
"Morris, Arican. These are my daughters; they’re very happy now."
"Are you...the conjoined twins that made worldwide headlines?" Adams sought confirmation.
"Yes, I’m the older sister."
"I’m the younger sister!"
The two lively children spoke first, with Mossley smiling slightly to affirm.
Sure enough, it was them. Not only had the surgery succeeded, but their spines had fully recovered, now indistinguishable from normal individuals.
"It’s so great to et you. I rember you’re an Arican doctor." Adams said to Morris.
Morris smiled and nodded, "Yes, I’m a neurosurgeon."
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