Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The First Hospital! n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Elder Qian was being examined.
His son, Qian Zhongcheng, was familiar with the First Hospitalâs director, Zheng Zhenguo. He was currently talking to Zheng Zhenguo.
âDirector Zheng, do you think Chinese medicine has a way to treat this disease?â asked Qian Zhongcheng.
âOf course there is!â Zheng Zhenguo said confidently.
âHuh, youâre so sure?â Qian Zhongcheng asked in surprise. âYouâre not a Chinese medicine practitioner, and you didnât trust them very much in the past.â
âIn the past, my knowledge was superficial, so 1 thought that Chinese medicine was not good. However, after 1 met a master and saw with my own eyes that he only used a few silver needles to treat a patient with late-stage breast cancer, I couldnât help but admire Chinese medicine. Itâs not that the things left behind by our ancestors are bad, but that we didnât fully learn the things that have been passed down.â
âSilver needles! You said that breast cancer was cured with silver needles?â Qian Zhongcheng cried out involuntarily.
Zheng Zhenguo smiled smugly. â1 knew you would react like this. No matter who I tell this to, itâd be the same reaction. Unless you see it with your own eyes, itâs really hard to believe.â
âThatâ¦that master, is he aâ¦young man?â Qian Zhongchengâs heart was already in his throat when he asked this question.
âYeah, youâve seen it too? Huh, Elder Qian received treatment from Master Ye?â Zheng Zhenguo also became excited.
Qian Zhongcheng nodded repeatedly and said, âYe! Yes, yes! His surname was Ye, and he was in his twenties. Even Sun Mingyuan addressed him as teacher.â
Zheng Zhenguo laughed and said, âHah, then thereâs no problem with Elder Qianâs illness. As long as he makes a move, thereâs no illness that canât be cured. 1 dare guarantee that, when the results of the examination are out, itâll definitely give you a huge surprise.â
With Director Zheng Zhenguo around, the examination results were done as quickly as possible.
Zheng Zhenguo and Elder Qianâs attending doctor looked at the results together.
âThis is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!â The attending doctorâs name was Chen Ping. At this moment, his eyes widened as he shouted, âThere must be a problem with the examination. Do it again.â
âNo need,â Zheng Zhenguo said with a smile, âThe result is definitely not wrong.â
If it wasnât for the Director speaking, Chen Ping would have slapped him. He said anxiously, âDirector, this is my patient. 1 know his condition best. His cancer cells have spread to multiple organs in his chest, and he canât even undergo surgery. However, the results of this examination show that he doesnât have cancer at all.â
âHah hah!â Zheng Zhenguo couldnât help but laugh smugly. âBut this is the result of his examination. Itâs something that surgery canât do, but Chinese medicine can do it with acupuncture.â
âDirector Zheng, are you joking with me? This joke isnât funny at all. Chinese medicine is more like treating chronic diseases or providing some health care. How can Chinese medicine treat this kind of disease? Especially when I just checked this patient a few days ago. His condition is quite serious. After a few days, itâs actually all better?â
Zheng Zhenguo patted Chen Pingâs shoulder and said earnestly, âOld Chen, when it comes to medical skills, you canât look at things from an old-fashioned perspective. Western medicine does have its advantages, but Chinese medicine has been passed down from our ancestors for thousands of years. Itâs also a massive treasure trove. As long as you truly master the things in the treasure trove, it wonât be inferior to Western medicine.â
The corner of Chen Pingâs mouth twitched. As a chief physician, he paid attention to the examination results and the patientâs condition. He turned to Elder Qian and said, âMr. Qian, how are you feeling now?â
âIâ¦â Elder Qian coughed lightly and said, âI feel so hungry now. Can we continue with the checks tomorrow? I just want to go back and have a big meal.â
âHuh, are you hungry now?â Chen Ping cried out involuntarily.
âYeah, Iâm famished. Oh right, Little Dong, you seemed to have had chocolate just now. Itâs fine if you give me a piece.â Elder Qian turned to look at his grandson.
Dong Qian, the young man who had spoken rudely to Ye Xiaofei, quickly took a piece of chocolate, but he looked at Chen Ping hesitantly and said, âIs that possible?â
âSure! Of course!â The one who answered him was Zheng Zhenguo.
Elder Qian didnât wait for them to say anything more. He snatched the chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed twice and swallowed.
âPhew, I finally feel better.â Elder Qian was in high spirits at this moment. He said, âThe main thing Iâm feeling right now is hunger. 1 donât have any other negative feelings at all. Moreover, I feel very energetic. 1 can definitely eat two big bowls of rice now.â
âOh my god, my dad hasnât eaten for days, and now heâs feeling hungry.â
Qian Zhongchengâs eyes were filled with tears. How could he not know that his fatherâs illness had really been cured?
Zheng Zhenguo puffed out his chest and said proudly, âTo be able to meet Master Ye is your fate. You canât die even if you want to.â
It seemed that he was also honored that Ye Xiaofei had treated others.
Qian Zhongcheng slapped his sonâs head and shouted, âDid that 50 million yuan go to waste?â
âNo! Not at all! This guy is really godly.. I admire him!â