Chapter Seventeen: Gathering Disciples

  Wang Zhi, who was waiting for the bus, saw Lin Xueyan coming over and was slightly surprised. He didn't expect Mayor Lin to not bring his daughter back.

  Although surprised, Wang Zhi was still very happy about Lin Qiwu's non-interference, but Xu Xiaoran was a bit sulky again, originally thinking that she could be alone with Wang Zhi tonight.

  Three people waited for about ten minutes before they finally hailed a taxi. Wang Zhi looked at the two women, who were getting impatient with waiting at the bus stop, and thought to himself that maybe he should buy a car, but his driver's license hadn't been issued yet, which was a bit of a hassle.

  The three people returned home after ten o'clock at night, having been tossed about all day, and the three of them were a bit tired, so they washed up and went straight to sleep.

  The next day, Wang Zhi got up early and rushed to the hospital. It had been a long time since he last went to work, so he figured that the people in the Traditional Chinese Medicine department must have some opinions about it. After all, the Traditional Chinese Medicine department was now almost as popular as the Western Medicine department. Fortunately, doctors like Qian Senhu and others who rotated through the department had also learned something from Wang Zhi, and were able to handle some not-too-difficult illnesses with a bit of flair.

  Wang Zhi had just entered the hospital when Zhou Boran hurriedly arrived, and upon seeing Wang Zhi, he said with a look of eagerness: "Wang Zhi, do you still have that golden wound medicine? The effect is simply too good! Such a severe gunshot wound was healed in less than a week, and there's not even a scar left on the wound."

  Wang Zhi despised him in his heart. That golden wound medicine could even cure the arrow wounds of Zhou Yu and Guan Yu, and their arrow wounds were both poisonous. A mere gunshot wound, using his own improved medicine, was not a problem at all.

  "Hehe, it's all gone, I only made a little and used it all up?" Wang Zhi said with an embarrassed smile, which was also the truth. Those things were not easy to get, and he had finally managed to make some, giving some to that girl and using some himself.

  "Can't we get some more?" Zhou Boran asked with a smile.

  "We'll talk about that later. Making that medicine is a lot of trouble, and besides, I don't have enough medicinal materials on hand," said Wang Zhi, rubbing his nose.

  "This is it," Zhou Boran said somewhat disappointedly: "Then you must leave some for me next time, that medicine really works well, if only it could be mass-produced."

  "This is a bit difficult, I'll study it again," said Wang Zhi. In fact, after hearing Xu Xiaoran's words about applying for patents that day, Wang Zhi had also considered the issue of mass production, but after careful consideration, he felt that it was not yet mature at this stage.

  It is worth noting that the medicines developed by Wang Zhiyuan, although not particularly magical, are also not ordinary. The requirements for each process are very high. Take Jin Yuan medicine as an example, whether it is drying or grinding of medicinal materials, or the combination and extraction of drugs, every step must be meticulous, otherwise a treatment for external injuries with miraculous Jin Yuan medicine will absolutely become a violent poison. This is also one of the factors limiting the development of traditional Chinese medicine.

  After seeing off Zhou Boran, Wang Zhi picked up the medical record on his hand again. This medical record was just brought over by Qian Senhu, and it could be said that it was one of the more difficult patients in internal medicine for the past few days.

  From the medical records, Wang Zhi can see that the patient is an old lady in her fifties. She started experiencing severe lower abdominal pain about a month ago, which gradually spread to the upper body. Now she cannot speak or hear, and all four limbs are weak. However, all laboratory test results are normal, including urine and blood tests, which can be said to be a very strange symptom.

  Having read this far, Wang Zhi felt he should go and take a look for himself; after all, you couldn't tell much from the medical records alone.

  Qian Senhuo called out and the two came to the ward together. The patient's family member was a young man under thirty years old, who hurriedly greeted when he saw Qian Senhuo leading in a young doctor. Although Qian Senhuo had not found any effective treatment for the past few days, the prescriptions he wrote did alleviate the patient's suffering somewhat, so the young man treated Qian Senhuo with courtesy.

  "Hehe, Mr. Zhao, this is Dr. Wang Zhiwang from our Traditional Chinese Medicine department, he just came back today and I brought him over." Qian Senhu smiled and introduced, looking very familiar with the patient's family members.

  "Ah! So this is Dr. Wang Zhi," Mr. Zhao was surprised at how young Dr. Wang looked, but he was still very enthusiastic: "Wow! That's great, we've come all the way here because of your reputation, Doctor Wang. I've heard a lot about you over the past while, so please, go ahead."

  "You're too anxious, treating patients is originally my duty." Wang Zhi also smiled slightly and walked forward to take the patient's wrist.

  "Huh? It's strange, the patient's pulse is also normal, without any abnormalities at all." Listening to the patient's pulse, Wang Zhi furrowed his brow as well, this situation he had never seen before.

  Seeing Wang Zhi frowning slightly, Qian Senhu and Mr. Zhao did not dare to disturb him, quietly watching from the side.

  After listening to the patient's pulse, Wang Zhi once again examined the patient's body, recalling in his mind, hoping to find similar cases. However, after carefully recalling, Wang Zhi still hadn't seen such a disease before, and his curiosity grew even stronger. Since he had become skilled in medicine, Wang Zhi had never encountered a case that he couldn't diagnose, but this time was strange.

  Judging from the symptoms, it doesn't seem like a cold invasion, but there are no other unusual signs either. How can the patient have so many discomforts? Wang Zhi muttered to himself, his pair of slender eyebrows furrowed even tighter.

  Could it be an intermittent symptom, but it doesn't seem like it. Even if it's an intermittent illness, the pulse should have some abnormalities, thinking of this, Wang Zhi took the patient's other wrist instead.

  After listening carefully for a while, there was still nothing unusual. Wang Zhi had temporarily stopped paying attention and was about to put down the patient's arm when he suddenly felt that the patient's pulse had unexpectedly stopped for almost half a second before returning to normal.

  Feeling the abnormal pulse of the patient, Wang Zhi's face showed a hint of joy. It was indeed an intermittent disease, and it was a rare case of intermittent cardiac compression accompanied by abdominal nerve abnormalities.

  If it's just a simple intermittent heart compression, the patient will show symptoms of chest tightness and shortness of breath, cold hands and feet, and emotional fluctuations can be detected during examination. However, the elderly patient's condition is more complicated, with very mild heart compression symptoms, mainly abdominal nerve abnormalities causing abdominal pain, leading to symptoms such as inability to speak. Due to the intermittent nature of the disease, the abnormal nerves are also hidden nerves, which may not be noticeable if not carefully examined.

  He put down the patient's arm and said, "The problem is not serious. I think it should be that the old man had an unintentional collision at first, and then he was stimulated. I will prescribe a few doses of medicine, and he should recover soon."

  When Mr. Zhao heard that the problem was not big and what Dr. Wang said completely matched, his heart, which had been anxious, immediately put down, and he was very happy, and hurriedly thanked: "Thank you so much, Doctor Wang, my mother's illness has taken me to several hospitals."

  Mr. Zhao's thanks, Wang Zhi just smiled lightly and took Qian Senhu out, this kind of disease is not easy to detect, but as long as you pay attention, it will be found that any disease is not without reason.

  Out of the old lady's ward, Wang Zhi followed Qian Senhu to see several more serious patients and also prescribed medicine for them. These diseases were all chronic illnesses, as long as they took the medicine according to Wang Zhi's prescription on time, there was hope for recovery.

  Seeing Wang Zhi lightly treating more than a dozen patients, even Qian Senhu, who had already admired Wang Zhi, couldn't help but sigh. These patients were all examined by him, yet he didn't discover the abnormalities that Wang Zhi saw.

  Seeing the somewhat disheartened gaze of Qiansen Hu, Wang Zhi chuckled and said: "Qiansen Hu, traditional Chinese medicine can be simple or complex, but what's most important is to use your heart. When treating patients, you should treat them like your own family members, without being influenced by their appearance or wealth. Even if the patient smells unbearable, you must still approach them with a warm and passionate heart. Only then will you discover some symptoms and abnormalities that are not easily noticeable."

  "Alright, Dr. Wang?" Qian Senhu nodded and suddenly hesitated for a moment before saying: "Dr. Wang, can you accept me as your apprentice?"

  "Take you as a disciple?" Wang Zhi smiled and looked at Qian Sentiger. It is well known that traditional Chinese medicine is the essence of China's thousands of years of history, so in the Chinese medical community, it is not as casual as Western medicine. The term "master" is very serious, people often say that once a master, always a father for life. Although some famous Chinese medicine masters may casually guide outsiders, their ultimate skills are only passed on to their own disciples. Wang Zhi didn't have such thoughts, but Qian Sentiger didn't know this.

  "Yes, Doctor Wang, I'm willing to be your apprentice and learn traditional Chinese medicine from you." Qian Senhu said seriously. Although he was a few years older than Wang Zhi, Wang's medical skills made him look up to him with admiration. In front of Wang Zhi, Qian Senhu didn't feel embarrassed at all.

  "Alright, I agree?" Wang Zhi thought for a moment and nodded with a smile. Although he didn't have any sectarian biases in his heart, to promote traditional Chinese medicine, it was necessary to have a few trustworthy people by his side, and Qian Senhu was also a good person, so Wang Zhi didn't reject him either.

  PS: Once again, I declare that Xiaoxiao is not a doctor, so the analysis and treatment of some diseases may be inadequate or even incorrect. However, this book is intended to be hopeful, and I hope that professionals will not have any opinions after reading it. If there are any mistakes in diagnosis and treatment later on, please do not blame me, and I will not make any further explanations.