novel for you Chapter 1085 Yamamoto: Can I still be saved?
Chapter 1085 Yamamoto: Can I still be saved?
Ichiro Yamamoto arrived quickly and arrived at Kyoto International Airport on the third day.
When the plane landed, Ichiro Yamamoto lay on a stretcher and was carefully carried down the gangway. He was much thinner than in New York, his face was gray, his eye sockets were sunken, and even under the effect of the sedative, his brow was tightly furrowed with discomfort.
Ken Kobayashi followed closely behind, his face full of worry and fatigue.
At this moment, Ichiro Yamamoto had long lost the high spirits he had at the New York summit.
He was wearing a loose hospital gown, and his once meticulously combed white hair was now messily stuck to his forehead. His cheeks were sunken and his eye sockets were deep, so even opening his eyes seemed a little difficult.
The surgical incision on his abdomen had not yet healed completely, and he subconsciously covered the wound with his hand. Every slight bump made his brows frown, and an imperceptible groan of pain escaped from the corner of his mouth.
"Professor Yamamoto, please hold on a little longer. Director Chen and the others are already waiting in the VIP building." Ken Kobayashi leaned forward and spoke in a very low voice, for fear of touching the teacher's sore spot.
Ichiro Yamamoto nodded slightly, his eyes sweeping across the familiar Chinese signs at the airport, feeling mixed emotions.
A week ago, he was presiding over an academic conference in his office at Juntendo Hospital, firmly believing that modern surgery could solve all problems; but now, a meaningless laparotomy not only failed to find the cause of the disease, but completely destroyed his body - persistent abdominal pain caused by postoperative adhesions, rash caused by antibiotic allergy, and nausea and vomiting caused by gastrointestinal dysfunction, like three mountains pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.
He Pengjun was still responsible for picking us up at the airport.
The business car arrived at Kyoto International Medical Center.
Chen Yang, Gao Anliang and Lin Yi had already been waiting here.
Seeing the frail Yamamoto Ichiro in the wheelchair, Wen Haodong couldn't help but whisper to Su Yunxue beside him.
"When he was in New York, Professor Yamamoto was still full of energy and vigor."
Many people in the medical center saw the video and media photos of the New York meeting.
Su Yunxue glanced at Wen Haodong, a rare smile on her face: "Why do I think you're gloating a little?"
"Have it?"
Wen Haodong's face was full of suspicion: "Is my expression that obvious? Do you think I should restrain myself?"
Su Yunxue ignored Wen Haodong.
After recognizing Wen Haodong's level and interacting with him again, Su Yunxue discovered that Wen Haodong was actually a very interesting person.
No woman likes a dull person. The second brother is not dull, but Su Yunxue used to think that Wen Haodong was not as good as her, so she looked at Wen Haodong with tinted glasses.
"Professor Yamamoto, welcome to Kyoto." Chen Yang walked forward with a smile on his face.
"Fuck, Chen Yang smiles more obviously than me." Wen Haodong said.
Su Yunxue: “…”
Although everyone has some concerns in their hearts, he is a doctor after all, and Dr. Chen is just being polite, okay?
Ichiro Yamamoto raised his cloudy eyes and looked at the Chinese doctor in front of him who was nearly 40 years younger than him. His throat moved and he wanted to say something, but because of the pain he had been suffering for several days, it was difficult for him to even speak.
In the end, he just slowly stretched out his hand and said in a hoarse voice: "Doctor Chen...I'm sorry to bother you."
This simple sentence made Ken Kobayashi's eyes warm - he knew too well how proud his teacher was. The fact that he could say the four words "thank you for trouble" was enough to show his desperation and recognition at the moment.
"Let's arrange for Mr. Yamamoto to be hospitalized first." Chen Yang said to Gao Anliang beside him.
"Professor Yamamoto, why don't you try to relax and breathe."
After speaking to Gao Anliang, Chen Yang placed his fingers lightly on Yamamoto's wrist and said after a moment, "Contract your abdomen when you inhale, and lower your shoulders when you exhale, allowing the breath to flow slowly through your abdomen."
Ichiro Yamamoto was stunned for a moment. Although he didn't know what the use of this was, he still adjusted his breathing according to Chen Yang's instructions.
Miraculously, after a few minutes, the sharp abdominal pain actually eased a bit and no longer tore at my internal organs like before.
"This..." Yamamoto Ichiro opened his eyes, his eyes full of surprise.
"Traditional Chinese medicine says 'Qi is the commander of blood'. Stagnation of Qi leads to blood stasis, and blood stasis causes severe pain."
Chen Yang withdrew his hand and explained calmly, "Your Qi is disordered after the operation, and your breathing is not smooth and your Qi is stagnant. I was just helping you to smooth your Qi."
Ken Kobayashi on the side hurriedly took out his notebook to take notes, and Muller, Robert and others beside him were surprised again.
Soon, Ichiro Yamamoto was arranged to a single room. After settling in the ward, Ichiro Yamamoto's tense nerves inexplicably relaxed a little.
It was not an easy journey for Ichiro Yamamoto.
"Professor Yamamoto, let's do a simple initial examination first."
Chen Yang signaled the medical staff to adjust the bed to a semi-recumbent position: "Don't worry, we'll talk slowly."
Ichiro Yamamoto nodded and began to describe his illness in a disjointed manner - from the first abdominal pain in New York, to the surgical exploration in Juntendo, to the various discomforts after the operation.
Every time he spoke, he would pause for a moment, and cold sweat continued to seep out of his forehead.
Gao Anliang took careful notes while Lin Yi took out the pulse pillow and took Yamamoto Ichiro's pulse.
When Lin Yi's fingers rested on Yamamoto Ichiro's wrist, Yamamoto Ichiro, who was still holding on, suddenly stiffened - the Chinese doctor's fingers seemed to have some kind of power, and a light press relieved the pain in his abdomen a little.
"The pulse is stringy and thin, the tongue is dark purple with a thin yellow coating and teeth marks on the edges."
Lin Yi released his hand and nodded to Chen Yang: "It is consistent with our previous analysis. Liver depression and spleen deficiency, dampness and stasis, and deficiency of vital energy."
Chen Yang walked forward, lifted up Yamamoto Ichiro's hospital gown, and checked the surgical incision.
The incision was sutured neatly, but the surrounding skin was slightly red, and Ichiro Yamamoto groaned in pain when pressure was applied.
Chen Yang gently pressed his upper and lower abdomen, finally stopping at his right side. "Is this where it hurts the most?"
Yamamoto Ichiro suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at Chen Yang in disbelief: "You...how did you know?"
The pain under his right side was his most secret discomfort, which even the doctors at Shuntendo hadn't discovered. Every time he was examined, he deliberately concealed it for fear of another surgery. But the Chinese doctor in front of him accurately found the pain point just by pressing.
"The liver belongs to the wood element and is located under the right rib."
Chen Yang withdrew his hand, his tone calm but with unquestionable professionalism: "The abdominal pain you had in New York was caused by cold stagnation in the liver meridian. This surgery damaged your spleen and stomach, and aggravated liver depression. Qi stagnation and blood stasis have accumulated under your right rib, which is why it hurts."
"When you were examined in Tokyo, you only saw the superficial abdominal pain but didn't find the root cause. The surgery not only failed to solve the problem, but it actually damaged your vital energy, which is why the condition is getting worse."
These words were like a key, instantly unlocking the doubts in Yamamoto Ichiro's heart.
He looked at Chen Yang, and for the first time, his eyes showed true conviction - the experts at Shuntian Hospital used countless instruments for examination, but none of them were as thorough as the Chinese doctor's one press, one diagnosis, and one word.
"Doctor Chen..." Yamamoto Ichiro's voice trembled: "Can I still be saved?"