However, each of these experts was frowning, discussing with each other incessantly, completely unaware of Chen Fan sitting at the expert table.
After a middle-aged man sat down, he checked the time: "Everyone present is a renowned expert in cardiothoracic surgery and respiratory medicine in Jiangcheng. We all know that this patient is only forty-two years old, and he has a ten-year-old child and a seventy-year-old mother. He is also the pillar of the family. Our consultation this time is mainly to brainstorm and see if there is any way to save this patient."
An elder wearing gold-rimmed glasses spoke: "For patients who have ingested paraquat, the main organ affected is the lungs, and the damage is irreversible. I've reviewed his examination reports, the data is simply too high, and his throat has already started to ulcerate. Even his lungs have developed fibrosis, and his liver and kidneys have also been somewhat damaged. This patient, alas."
The elder did not say anything further at the end, only sighing helplessly.
Another expert sitting beside the elder said: "If his various indicators were not so high, a lung transplant could have been considered. Now, even if a lung transplant is performed, it will be futile. The toxins present in his blood will continue to replicate indefinitely, eventually eroding his lungs to the point of being riddled with holes."
The numerous experts present nodded in agreement, all concurring with the statements of the two.
"Paraquat is a pesticide that makes people both love and hate it. Its weed-killing effect is good, and its price is low. To prevent people from drinking it, emetics and odorants have been added, but unexpectedly, some people still choose to give up on life."
"Isn't there a saying that this kind of medicine, once ingested, will give you enough time to regret it, but it will not give you any chance to live?"
Doctors in cardiothoracic surgery and respiratory medicine encounter such patients almost every year, and each time they watch these patients slowly be tortured to death, yet they are utterly helpless.
The atmosphere in the room became oppressive, and everyone felt pity for the patient who had ingested paraquat.
"Director Ma, where is the patient? May I see him?" However, at this moment, Chen Fan's voice suddenly rang out.
Chen Fan also recognized the middle-aged man; he was Director Ma Siyuan of the First Hospital's surgery department.
Chen Fan's voice instantly drew everyone's attention, and they all turned to look at him.
These experts only then noticed that a doctor so young, who looked like he had just graduated from university, was sitting at the expert table.
"Is this kid crazy? He actually wants to see the patient. Does he really think of himself as an expert?"
"Perhaps he thinks that by sitting at the expert table, he is an expert."
"I wonder whose student he is; he's really disgraced himself now."
The doctors standing around looked at Chen Fan with amusement, whispering amongst themselves.
"Who are you? Are you a doctor from the First Hospital?" An elder sitting next to Chen Fan frowned slightly, his expression appearing somewhat displeased.
Chen Fan explained: "I am a surgeon from the psychiatric hospital, here to attend the consultation."
"What? A surgeon from a psychiatric hospital?!" The entire venue erupted in an uproar.
The doctors standing around couldn't help but burst into laughter: "A surgeon from a psychiatric hospital attending an expert consultation. In all my years of studying medicine, I've never heard of such a thing."
"Who hasn't? I've also never heard of a surgeon from a psychiatric hospital being qualified to attend an expert consultation."
"I thought he was a student of some expert teacher, but who knew he was from a psychiatric hospital? I can't take it anymore, my stomach hurts from laughing!"
"Since when does a psychiatric hospital have surgery? This is truly a marvel."
"I think he might have escaped from the psychiatric hospital and isn't a doctor there at all."
The expert sitting next to Chen Fan's expression grew even more displeased, and he looked at Ma Siyuan and asked, "Director Ma, is this kid from the psychiatric hospital really here to attend the expert consultation?"
Ma Siyuan had been preoccupied with finding a way to treat the patient. If Chen Fan hadn't spoken, he wouldn't have even noticed him.
Ma Siyuan quickly stood up from his chair and walked briskly towards Chen Fan.
Seeing this, the young doctors around looked on with amusement. In their opinion, Ma Siyuan was definitely going to escort Chen Fan out of the room.
"Dr. Chen, I didn't expect you to be here. Do you have a way to save that patient?"
However, Ma Siyuan's words instantly silenced the entire room.
What was going on? Why was Ma Siyuan so polite to a doctor from a psychiatric hospital? And he seemed to have stars in his eyes, looking excited.
Everyone present was stunned, unable to comprehend.
"I'll know after I see the patient," Chen Fan replied without a definite answer, as he had no prior experience treating such potent poisons.
"Okay, I'll take you to see the patient right now." Ma Siyuan agreed without any hesitation.
The expert who had been sitting next to Chen Fan earlier, his face turned cold. "Director Ma, what do you mean by this?"
Another expert also spoke up: "Director Ma, are you looking down on us old folks by inviting a surgeon from a psychiatric hospital to attend the expert consultation?"
Ma Siyuan only then noticed that the experts present seemed displeased. He quickly explained: "Director Li, esteemed experts, I apologize. I was too excited and forgot to introduce you all. This is Dr. Chen Fan from the psychiatric hospital, and also an external expert consultant for Longgang Hospital."
"What? He's that external expert consultant for Longgang Hospital?" Hearing Ma Siyuan's introduction, everyone was astonished.
The name of Chen Fan, an external expert consultant for Longgang Hospital, had already spread throughout the surgical community. However, very few doctors had actually met him, and those present were seeing Chen Fan in person for the first time.
"He's that external expert from Longgang Hospital? I didn't expect him to be so young."
"What external expert consultant? I think it's just a gimmick fabricated by Longgang Hospital to attract patients. We who study medicine all know that experience is accumulated step by step over time. He looks to be in his early twenties. Even if he started studying medicine from the womb, he couldn't be as formidable as the rumors say."
A young doctor said with disdain, his tone filled with doubt. His voice was not loud, but many people present could hear it clearly.
Hearing the young doctor's words, everyone's gaze involuntarily turned to Chen Fan. In fact, they all thought the same thing: they were filled with doubt about Chen Fan's medical skills.
Li Chengde, the cardiothoracic surgeon sitting next to Chen Fan, sized Chen Fan up: "It is rumored that Dr. Chen's medical skills are unparalleled, like Hua Tuo reborn and Bian Que reincarnated. I wonder if this is true or just marketing hype. Young man, I'll give you a piece of advice: in life and in work, you must be down-to-earth."
Li Chengde's words, while seemingly a question, were actually a lecture from an elder.
The implication was that he, Li Chengde, did not believe Chen Fan to be a divine doctor.
"I have always believed in two principles, and I might as well share them with you: one cannot take on a task without the necessary skills, and one should only undertake what one is capable of handling." Chen Fan looked at Li Chengde calmly.
Suddenly, the room fell silent again.
Chen Fan's words clearly implied that Li Chengde's medical skills were inadequate.
"Arrogant brat!" Li Chengde was so angry he was puffing out his beard and glaring. Ever since he became an expert, he had been revered wherever he went. When had he ever been so insulted?!