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I Can Hear the Heart's Voice of Traditional Chinese Medicine-Chapter 342 - 150: Those Western Medicine Cannot Save, I Will Save With Traditional Chinese Medicine (Double - )
This is Huang Beishan!
A nationally recognized master of traditional Chinese medicine!
Even he can say such self-deprecating words, the level of understanding this young man has for traditional Chinese medicine is beyond what he could imagine.
However, what puzzled Xie Mingsong was that during Lu Xuan’s half-year stint at the District Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, he didn’t display any extraordinary talent or performance!
This is the key.
When Lu Xuan was at the District Hospital, if he had shown such incredible medical skills, even if Liu Rong had more nerve, he would not have dared to dismiss him casually. After all, the District Hospital has been dedicated to cultivating talents in traditional Chinese medicine in recent years, planning to grow and become stronger. How can they grow and strengthen without talent?
However, Xie Mingsong didn’t dwell on it too much.
These, in fact, have nothing to do with him.
What he thought more about was how Liu Rong would feel if he knew about what happened here today?
And if the hospital director knew about this, what would they think?
Liu Rong is unlikely to have good days ahead, Xie Mingsong was well aware of this.
As a head of the internal medicine department who lacks ability, the hospital director has long been displeased with him. It’s just that Liu Rong’s actions haven’t been too excessive, so everyone turned a blind eye and let it go.
But Lu Xuan’s situation is obviously more serious.
Moreover, if Lu Xuan can save Ji Huan, then he would be owed a great debt by Ji Huan—a deputy who manages the entire city’s medical system, who might not need to lift a finger to take down Liu Rong. Just showing a hint of dissatisfaction would naturally lead someone to deal with Liu Rong.
"Liu Rong is probably going to fall hard this time," Xie Mingsong sighed inwardly.
Who could have imagined that the young man Liu Rong sent to the Health Center would appear in such an important place with such an identity in less than a month?
Xie Mingsong didn’t see it coming.
Liu Rong even less so.
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While Lu Xuan was performing acupuncture on Ji Huan, Zheng Xianjue and others approached Zhang Jiwei, whispered, "Director, is this going to work?"
Zhang Jiwei gave a complicated look at Lu Xuan administering acupuncture, but said nothing, just waved his hand: "Let’s continue, both Old Huang and Old Zhou said he has the skills, so let’s have him try for now."
"Trying is fine, but I’m afraid something might go wrong."
Zheng Xianjue whispered, "Director, I think letting such a young person take this on is too risky."
Zhang Jiwei shook his head, glanced at him, "If I let you perform an emergency coronary stent placement surgery on this one, you wouldn’t be confident either, right? Otherwise, I wouldn’t have handed him over to Old Huang and the others. We can’t just leave him like this, can we? If something really went wrong, would you be responsible?"
After speaking, Zhang Jiwei dismissively waved his hand.
Zheng Xianjue looked embarrassed and explained, "Director, it’s not that I’m not confident, it’s mainly because this person is already quite old, and on top of that, the situation is serious. Even performing an emergency coronary angiography stent placement surgery, it’s very hard to ensure success. I’ve estimated the probability of success is less than fifty percent. That’s too low. Otherwise, I would have done it already."
"Less than fifty percent, that low?" Zhang Jiwei frowned.
"Yes, otherwise I would have done it already."
Zheng Xianjue nodded, face heavy, "It’s precisely because the success probability is too low that I suggested transferring to Lingshui. After all, a provincial capital city has better medical conditions than our Yong City—not just in terms of equipment but also in skills, they’re far superior. Sending him to Lingshui is the safest and most appropriate."
"But it’s hard for this one to last until Lingshui unless we dispatch a dedicated plane. But with such long travel, it’s hard to tell what could happen on the way. If something truly happens on the plane, finding a place to perform emergency rescue within a short time would be difficult."
Zhang Jiwei’s eyes flickered, unclear what he was contemplating.
Just as everyone whispered, Lu Xuan had been needling for about five minutes when he saw Ji Huan remained conscious, stood up, and asked, "How do you feel now? Does it still hurt anywhere?"
Having endured unbearable pain, Ji Huan now felt like he was reset back to factory settings. Taking a long, relieved breath, he gratefully looked at Lu Xuan, "Much...much better, it doesn’t hurt at all now. This acupuncture is truly miraculous, even better than taking medicine."
Since coming to City First Hospital, Ji Huan rarely spoke much.
He wasn’t able to say anything just now, couldn’t even move, just let others do whatever on him, but his mind was somewhat awake. It was just that the pain was too intense for him to speak, even clouding his consciousness.
However, Ji Huan had a general idea of what was being said in the hospital room, which made him express gratitude to Lu Xuan despite his high position.
Especially after going through such a brush with death, even now he felt some lingering fear. What worried him most was that he could feel his body wasn’t thoroughly healed yet, only that the pain had been temporarily stopped by acupuncture.
Without timely treatment, there would still be a life-threatening risk.
Seeing Ji Huan’s improvement, Lu Xuan also heaved a sigh of relief.
Not just because of the other’s status; to him, no matter if Ji Huan was the deputy in charge of the medical system, he was a patient nonetheless. But Ji Huan’s condition was extremely serious. He wasn’t sure if acupuncture would alleviate the pain, allowing the patient to temporarily regain some stability.
Fortunately, acupuncture once again demonstrated its seemingly unbelievable efficacy.







