Chinese medicine: from rural hospitals to top three hospitals in Kyoto

Chapter 1053 Yamamoto's Strange Disease

The cocktail party was coming to an end, but the atmosphere was still lively.

Chen Yang was surrounded by top experts from all over the world, exchanging business cards with him, making appointments for private discussions... He became the focus of the whole audience.

He Yonghua helped out on the side, his face filled with pride and excitement.

He never imagined that one day Chinese doctors, especially traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, would be so sought after in such a top international occasion.

Borg patted Chen Yang on the shoulder and laughed loudly, "Chen, you've completely shocked everyone tonight! I'm really looking forward to your official report tomorrow!"

"Professor Borg, you're too kind. I'm just doing my duty as a doctor." Chen Yang smiled humbly and glanced across the venue. He found that Ichiro Yamamoto and his small group had left quietly at some point.

I guess he's too embarrassed to stay any longer. Chen Yang didn't feel proud at all, but rather a bit bored. Medical progress requires communication and interaction, but it shouldn't be mixed with so much narrow-mindedness and prejudice.

At this moment, a sudden commotion came from the side door of the banquet hall, faintly mixed with panicked shouts and chaotic footsteps.

"what happened?"

"Something seems to have happened?"

The crowd's attention was drawn to it, and they all looked sideways.

One of Yamamoto Ichiro's entourage rushed into the meeting room, his face pale and tumbling. He panicked and shouted in heavily accented English: "Help! Teachers, Professor Yamamoto... Professor Yamamoto... he suddenly collapsed!"

The whole place was in an uproar!

Yamamoto Ichiro, who had just been arguing with Chen Yang and walked away in anger, suddenly fell ill?

Everyone's eyes subconsciously turned to Chen Yang.

He Yonghua's heart skipped a beat and he whispered, "Director Chen, this..."

Obviously, Yamamoto Ichiro's sudden accident inevitably made some people think too much, even He Yonghua was a little overthinking.

After all, He Yonghua knows the methods of top Chinese medicine practitioners. If Chen Yang really does something against Yamamoto Ichiro, Yamamoto Ichiro may not be able to detect it.

"Where are the people? Take us there!" Borg said first.

"In... in the lounge..." The accompanying staff member seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and hurriedly led the way.

Borg walked in front, and top experts such as Muller and Robert immediately followed. A large group of people rushed to the lounge, and Chen Yang and He Yonghua followed behind.

The scene in the lounge was in chaos.

Yamamoto Ichiro collapsed on the sofa, his face as pale as paper, beads of cold sweat oozing from his forehead, his body trembling uncontrollably, and painful, intermittent groans emanating from his throat. He clutched the right side of his abdomen with both hands, his expression contorted with extreme pain.

Two hotel staff members and another assistant of Yamamoto stood nearby, at a loss and with panic on their faces.

"Get out of the way and keep the air circulating!" Borg growled and stepped forward quickly.

The others also gathered around, and when they saw Yamamoto Ichiro's condition, their faces froze.

"Sudden severe abdominal pain?"

Robert, with his vast experience, immediately made a preliminary assessment. "It's near McBurney's point... Could it be acute appendicitis? Or intestinal spasm?"

Mueller squatted down and tried to check Yamamoto Ichiro's abdomen: "Professor Yamamoto, can you hear me? Where exactly does it hurt?"

"Ugh..." Yamamoto Ichiro was in so much pain that he could hardly utter complete words. He just curled up his body and pressed his fingers tightly on his lower right abdomen.

Borg looked at Chen Yang: "Chen, what do you think?"

Chen Yang did not answer immediately. He first observed Yamamoto Ichiro's complexion and expression - pale, sweating, and in pain, which was an acute condition classified as "abdominal pain" in traditional Chinese medicine.

Then Chen Yang leaned over and pulled away Yamamoto Ichiro's hand that was pressing tightly against his abdomen: "Professor Yamamoto, relax, let me check."

At this moment, Yamamoto Ichiro had long lost his previous arrogance and momentum. In the severe pain, he subconsciously cooperated with Chen Yang's actions.

Chen Yang's hand pressed on Yamamoto Ichiro's lower right abdomen.

"Ah--!" With a slight pressure, Yamamoto Ichiro let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered, his body suddenly bounced up, and then fell down weakly.

"Rebound pain positive!"

Mueller's face was serious. "The symptoms are very similar to acute appendicitis. You need to be sent to the hospital for surgery immediately!"

“No… doesn’t look like…”

Robert frowned. "If it's acute appendicitis, the pain should be more persistent and may be accompanied by fever... He seems to only have severe pain that worsens in paroxysms?"

Chen Yang's fingers did not leave, but placed them on Yamamoto Ichiro's wrist, concentrating on taking his pulse.

After a moment, he looked at Yamamoto Ichiro's tongue again - the tongue was pale with a thin white coating.

While Chen Yang was taking his pulse, Yamamoto Ichiro's pain seemed to ease slightly, but his body was still trembling slightly, and his voice was weak: "Cold... so cold..."

The assistant quickly took a blanket and covered him.

"The pulse is tight and stringy, like pressing the strings of a musical instrument. This is a typical string pulse, indicating pain and liver depression and qi stagnation."

Chen Yang quickly determined, "The pain started suddenly, in the lower right abdomen. It was relieved by warmth but aggravated by cold, accompanied by chills... This isn't simple appendicitis."

Chen Yang raised his head and said to Borg, Robert and others, "From the Western medical signs, it does resemble acute appendicitis, but the pulse and general condition suggest that this is more like an acute abdomen in Traditional Chinese Medicine caused by cold pathogen stagnation in the liver meridians, resulting in pain caused by qi blockage."

"The cold evil stagnates the liver meridian?" Borg and others seemed to understand what he said.

"What do you mean? It's not appendicitis?" Yamamoto Ichiro's assistant asked anxiously, "So what should we do? Should we call an ambulance?"

"No surgery is needed at this time."

Chen Yang pondered for a moment and said, "I can try using traditional Chinese medicine to relieve his pain first. If it doesn't work, it won't be too late to send him to the hospital."

"Director Chen..."

He Yonghua called out Chen Yang in a low voice.

Just now, Yamamoto Ichiro was clearly targeting Chen Yang, and now Chen Yang took action...

To be honest, He Yonghua was a little worried that Yamamoto Ichiro was actually trying to scam people.

"I'm angry."

Chen Yang suppressed his laughter and whispered to He Yonghua in Chinese.

"what......."

He Yonghua opened his mouth wide.

Angry?

He is so angry these days that he even has a stomachache?

"Although I don't like a simple life, this is an opportunity."

Chen Yang whispered to He Yonghua, then said to Yamamoto Ichiro's assistant, "Help me hold him, unbutton his shirt and pants, and expose his right lower abdomen and lower leg area."

The assistant hesitated and looked at Ichiro Yamamoto who was in great pain.

Although Yamamoto Ichiro was in excruciating pain, he was still conscious. When he heard Chen Yang's words, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, but he had no choice at the moment and nodded weakly.

The assistant then hurriedly did as he was told.

Everyone around watched with bated breath, wondering how Chen Yang would use traditional Chinese medicine to deal with this seemingly acute abdominal condition.

Many people took out their mobile phones to record.