Clearly, the higher-ups attach great importance to this Middle Eastern military officer, with renowned doctors arriving from the province and other places one after another.
As Peter came into a large conference room, he saw many middle-aged and elderly people already seated.
Peter even saw Professor Smith sitting in the room.
Upon Peter’s arrival, Professor Smith’s eyes lit up, and he greeted Peter with a smile.
It was evident that these people were familiar with each other, and they were all engaged in casual conversation. The only one who seemed out of place was Peter, sitting there by himself.
Of course, Peter knew his situation. If anyone had the least qualifications to be here, it was likely him, so he didn’t want to say much and sat there meditating instead.
As Peter meditated, many eyes landed on him. Some people were discreetly inquiring about his background while others didn’t know what his profession was.
"Young man, who are you?" An old man glanced at Peter and asked.
"I’m here to learn, respected elder." Peter replied politely.
"Old_Man_Wei Fong Simone Wright, I haven’t seen you before, have I?"
Obviously, the old man wanted to dig deeper into Peter’s background and even mentioned his own name.
"So, it’s Elder Fong. Hello, hello."
Simone Wright furrowed his brow slightly, noticing that the young man across from him seemingly didn’t recognize him.
Feeling displeased, he thought to himself how he was well-known in the country. Why didn’t this person recognize him? Did he look down on him?
Feeling uncomfortable, Simone Wright lost the desire to continue talking to Peter.
Peter looked puzzled at Simone Wright but didn’t say anything more.
At this moment, several military doctors in uniform strode in, followed by Dr. Richardson.
The military officer, after taking his seat, solemnly said: "General Kassar has come to attend our events. Now, he has suddenly and inexplicably passed out and has not woken up since. We have invited everyone from all over the country to help General Kassar recover as soon as possible. Now, please all go and see the patient’s condition first."
This resolute and straightforward General finished speaking and stood up.
Everyone was a doctor after all and were happy to deal with this matter. They all got up, following the military officer.
Interesting enough, Kassar wasn’t placed in a small hospital room but in the center of a large hall. Various types of machines were examining his condition.
As soon as Peter entered, he looked intently at the foreign man lying in bed.
After looking at the man, Peter didn’t approach any closer and found a place to sit down directly.
With just one glance, Peter had figured out the foreigner’s condition, and he didn’t feel the need to waste any more time on it.
"Peter, what’s the situation?" Dr. Richardson noticed that everyone was examining the patient’s condition, with some even checking his pulse. But Peter hadn’t done anything, so Dr. Richardson walked over and asked.
"Let everyone diagnose first, and I’ll speak last," replied Peter.
Now, Peter didn’t want to interrupt, wanting to see these people’s medical skills.
Everyone had their diagnosis, and a female soldier then distributed a bag of inspection reports.
The patient was quickly pushed out, and the officer in charge finally had everyone sit down.
"Have you all studied the patient’s condition?" As the military officer spoke, he glanced at Peter; noting that when he observed everyone’s situation on the surveillance system, the young man didn’t go to examine the patient even once. If Dr. Richardson hadn’t insisted, he wouldn’t have let Peter come at all.
No one was in a hurry to speak. They each took out the items they had received.
Peter secretly shook his head as he glanced at the items, lamenting the decline of traditional Chinese medicine. According to the inheritance, traditional Chinese medicine is something that only cultivators can understand. In ancient times, those practicing TCM were all masters of inner qi. They cultivated inner qi and used True Qi to examine their pulse. However, none of those present cultivated nowadays, and they abandoned some most important things. Instead, they use machines to help diagnose.
It’s not that Peter really opposed this kind of diagnosis method, but in his opinion, there were virtually no true TCM experts now.
While Peter pondered here, everyone else studied the X-ray and lab test results.
"Let me share my opinion." At this point, an old man spoke up.
Peter noticed that many people’s eyes went to this old man, clearly indicating that he was a prestigious figure.
Looking at the nameplate, it read "Monty Williams."
Peter chuckled silently, realizing he didn’t recognize any of these famous faces, which made it difficult for him to blend in.
Monty Williams then said seriously, "From my observation, this patient’s mental state may have been compromised, causing damage to the brain domain. Although the test report indicated that there is no problem with his brain domain, the clinical manifestations suggest that it is damaged. I suggest further diagnosis targeting this area."
"I agree with Old_Man_Wei, I believe there may be a problem with the nervous system."
"Well, craniotomy could be considered. However, his situation is somewhat unique. We haven’t been able to pinpoint the exact cause, so it’s not a good idea to proceed with a craniotomy hastily. I suggest conservative treatment."
"The likelihood of his symptoms is due to brain damage. Currently, with the medical advancements worldwide, there is no precedent to wake him up. If nothing unexpected happens, he may continue ."
As the others discussed, Peter couldn’t understand many of the medical terms they used. He could, however, understand their overall opinion: the patient was in a vegetative state, and it would be difficult to save him; even if they performed brain surgery, they wouldn’t find the cause.
Listening to their discussions, Peter had to admit that these people did find the key points. However, not being cultivators themselves, they didn’t know how to cure the patient.
The military officer sat there, listening to everyone’s discussion and was noticeably unhappy. He asked sternly, "What I need to know now is whether any of you can save this patient?"
At this moment, the room went quiet.
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