I Can Hear the Heart's Voice of Traditional Chinese Medicine-Chapter 338 - 149: Could It Be... Lu Xuan, Who Was Previously Sent to the Health Center by Liu Rong?

Chapter 338: Chapter 149: Could It Be... Lu Xuan, Who Was Previously Sent to the Health Center by Liu Rong?

However, from the reactions of Huang Beishan and Zhang Jingcai, Zhang Jiwei knew that the abilities of the young Dr. Lu before them were undeniable.

"Dean, although I haven’t interacted much with Dr. Lu, I do know that Dr. Lu is someone who wouldn’t take action unless he’s confident."

At this moment, Zhou Qihua saw that the situation was a bit off and quickly stepped in as a mediator: "Also, I’m somewhat aware of Dr. Lu’s situation. I’m not sure if you still remember the patient named Zhang Song."

"The one with brucellosis-induced heart failure?"

"Yes, that’s him." Zhou Qihua nodded.

"It’s a pity about that patient. If it were discovered earlier, there might have been hope." Mentioning Zhang Song, Zhang Jiwei couldn’t help but sigh.

During Zhang Song’s resuscitation, he was also involved and was one of the main forces. While implementing resuscitation, he knew how much effort everyone had put in, but Zhang Song’s condition was too severe. With numerous complications occurring together, they were helpless and could only let Zhang Song go home to make arrangements, rather than spend his last moments on the operating table, only staying in the hospital.

"Dean, Zhang Song didn’t die."

While Zhang Jiwei was still reminiscing, Zhou Qihua’s voice suddenly sounded by his ear, making him pause before reacting. He swiftly turned his head, his voice filled with astonishment: "You said Zhang Song didn’t die?"

"Yes."

"Impossible, with his condition, he wouldn’t have survived more than a week. Getting through a week was unlikely, and it’s been more than half a month now, how is that possible?"

After the initial shock, Zhang Jiwei seemed to think of a possibility: "He went to Beijing?"

Zhou Qihua shook his head: "He didn’t go to Beijing. Zhang Song was cured by Dr. Lu. After I found out, I even specifically inquired about it. Zhang Song is doing very well now, and occasionally goes to Dr. Lu for some medicine for regulation. He’s even capable of doing some household chores."

"Cured?"

Zhang Jiwei’s eyes widened. Could such a severe condition really be cured?

One must know, sending Zhang Song home to arrange his affairs was a conclusion reached after extensive discussion among them, with no margin for error. In such a condition, not even in City First Hospital, even if he went to Beijing, it would likely have been the same result, with no other possible outcome.

But now, Zhou Qihua told him that Zhang Song survived through Lu Xuan’s treatment, and not only survived, but was living well, even able to do light household chores. How could he not find this hard to believe?

Zhou Qihua solemnly nodded: "Yes, otherwise I wouldn’t dare say Dr. Lu specializes in difficult and complicated cases. And not just this, there was a patient with urinary retention at Ninth Hospital who also came to us at City First Hospital but still couldn’t be cured. Yet Dr. Lu managed to help the patient recover in just one afternoon."

These examples one after another, are proof enough that although Dr. Lu is young, his abilities are no less than any traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, and as Old Huang just mentioned, he himself admitted he was not as good as Dr. Lu. It’s conceivable to understand Dr. Lu’s high level of expertise in Chinese medicine."

Zhang Jiwei’s face turned grave: "Are you sure you’re not joking with me?"

Zhou Qihua smiled wryly: "Dean, do you think it’s necessary for me to joke with you about this? Moreover, the life at stake here is this person, and I wouldn’t dare joke about this person’s life!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jiwei’s face became solemn. If Zhou Qihua wasn’t deceiving him, then the abilities of the young man before him might have already surpassed his imagination, reaching an exceedingly high level.

And the others, particularly those who had participated in Zhang Song’s resuscitation, also wore heavy expressions at this moment.

Nobody understood better than them how severe Zhang Song’s condition was at the time, and it’s no exaggeration to say that death seemed the only path.

Yet, this was someone to whom they had issued a "death notice," but under Lu Xuan’s miraculous treatment, he survived. Not only did he recover, but in just over half a month, he was already able to perform some household chores. How could this not leave them astonished?

Even, terrified.

Could a young person really achieve this?

Does traditional Chinese medicine possess such miraculous powers?

But if traditional Chinese medicine is so miraculous, why is it still overshadowed by Western medicine?

They couldn’t comprehend nor understand.

Zhang Jiwei took a deep breath, and at that moment, the hesitation on his face completely vanished, replaced with determination: "Dr. Lu, I’ll entrust this person to you."

To be honest, being questioned repeatedly by Zhang Jiwei, even a clay figurine would have some anger. Moreover, Lu Xuan was so young. Upon hearing this, the humility on his face was less than before:

"Rest assured, Dean Zhang, it’s a doctor’s duty to heal the sick and save lives. Regardless of this person, I will give my all."

"Dean Zhang may still have doubts about my treatment of Zhang Song, or even question that I’m too young to possess such skills. But today I will show all of you in my own way."

Lu Xuan’s cold gaze scanned Zhang Jiwei and the others: "What Western medicine can save, traditional Chinese medicine can too. What Western medicine can’t save, traditional Chinese medicine can."

After speaking, ignoring the slight anger on the faces of Zhang Jiwei and the others, he directly turned to look at Huang Beishan: "Old Huang, Old Zhang, can you both help prepare the medications I just mentioned? Have this person take them immediately, and I’ll perform acupuncture to relieve his pain and buy more time for the subsequent treatment."