Chapter Thirty-Three: Han Zhixin

  "Already cured?" The doctor was surprised to hear Lin Xueyan's unenthusiastic response, and he couldn't help but ask in astonishment. It had only been less than an hour since he left, and the patient was already cured? How was that possible? Even the most renowned cardiologist in the country wouldn't be able to achieve that.

  "Doctor, why don't you check again to see if there's anything else wrong?" Just then, Wang Tianyuan, who had been following the doctor, walked in and saw the doctor's somewhat embarrassed and surprised expression, so he hastily said that since they were still in the hospital, it wasn't necessary to make things unpleasant with the doctor.

  "This is natural, this is natural." The doctor said hastily, at this time in the doctor's heart was already filled with doubts, naturally had to be clear examination, heard Wang Tianyuan's words and hurriedly called in the nurse, began arranging for an electrocardiogram, measuring blood pressure, starting a series of examinations.

  After about thirty minutes of intense activity, the doctor finally stopped and looked at the test results in his hand, and the shock in his heart was indescribable. At this time, all the test results showed that the patient's various indicators were basically normal, although there were still some symptoms of congenital heart disease, but the current situation was absolutely dischargeable, after all, even if surgery was performed, it would not be possible to achieve such a good effect.

  "Could it be?" The doctor looked at the test results in his hand, suddenly remembering the situation when Wang Zhi was checking in earlier. His heart skipped a beat as he couldn't help but think about it, but seeing Wang Zhi's young face, the doctor threw away this idea. He hesitated for a moment before asking out loud: "Excuse me, which professor came to treat him just now?"

  "Hehe, I'm not worthy of being called a professor, I've just learned some medical skills." Hearing the doctor's question, Wang Zhi smiled lightly and stood up, saying: "I don't know if we can be discharged now, we're poor devils, we can't afford the surgery fee." However, Wang Zhi didn't know that the hospital had already planned to perform the surgery first. He was still annoyed by what the doctor said earlier when he left, and added to what Qian Senhu said to him last night, Wang Zhi's tone was somewhat unfriendly at this time.

  "Ah! It's really you, how is this possible?" The doctor heard Wang Zhi's somewhat sarcastic tone, but he was already too stunned to feel embarrassed or angry. He was amazed that the patient had actually been cured by the young man in front of him. But what method did he use? It couldn't be surgery, it was such a short time, and the patient shouldn't have left the ward. If it were surgery, it would be impossible. But what method did he use? The doctor thought, suddenly recalling that when he examined the patient earlier, there seemed to be small needle marks on several major acupoints on his body. He couldn't help but exclaim again: "You used acupuncture!"

  Wang Zhi glanced at the doctor and didn't say a word, then squatted down beside the bed again, looking at Jingyi's somewhat puzzled eyes. He said in an unfriendly tone: "Alright, I think we should be able to leave the hospital now, hurry up and get the procedures done." Through the doctor's brief examination and his current words, clever Jingyi had already begun to suspect her own illness, but Wang Zhi didn't want the doctor to continue asking questions.

  But Wang Zhi wanted to conceal the truth, however, the fact was contrary to his wishes. At this moment, a middle-aged man in his fifties rushed in from outside and asked angrily: "What's going on? Why hasn't the patient had surgery yet? Zhang Qiao, how do you handle things?"

  The middle-aged man who came in was Han Zhixin, the director of Nanrao City's Affiliated Third Hospital. Han Zhixin was born in a remote mountain village and relied on his own efforts and diligence to become the director of the hospital. He understood the difficulties faced by poor families and had always been kind to impoverished patients after becoming the director. For some critically ill patients from extremely difficult families, he would try his best to provide help. However, as Wang Zhi thought earlier, Affiliated Third Hospital was a public hospital with long-standing rules that Han Zhixin alone could not change. He knew this and would turn a blind eye as long as things were not too excessive. He tried to care about and understand the situation as much as possible, which is why he had made the rule that critically ill patients must be discharged only after he was informed. Earlier, he received a call from Zhang Qiao and guessed that it was probably another impoverished patient, so he rushed over in a hurry. Originally, he thought he had already given his instructions, and Zhang Qiao should have started the surgery by now, but unexpectedly, he was still here waiting.

  "This Dean, the situation has changed a bit." Seeing Han Zhixin storming in with anger, Zhang Qiao hastily smiled and stepped forward to say. For this Dean Han Zhixin, Zhang Qiao still had some apprehension, although Han Zhixin's background was not good and he didn't have any connections, but because of his exceptional medical skills, he had relationships with many powerful figures over the years, even including the Governor of Jiangnan Province who had a good impression of him. This led to the fact that despite some of Han Zhixin's rules touching on the interests of others, he was still firmly in the position of Dean.

  "What's going on?" Han Zhi Xin furrowed his brow, and by this time he had also noticed something was off. Although he was standing at the door and couldn't see Wang Jingyi's situation clearly because of Wang Zhi blocking his view, seeing that Wang Tianyuan and Xu Xiaoran didn't have overly worried expressions on their faces, he knew that the patient's condition had already taken a turn for the better.

  "Things are like this... that..." Zhang Qiao softly told Han Zhixin the situation, and while speaking, he himself felt a bit unreal.

  "Are you telling the truth? Was your initial inspection wrong?" Listening to Zhang Qiao's words, Han Zhi Xin's eyebrows gradually furrowed, and he asked in a deep voice. He was also quite suspicious of this situation.

  "No mistake, for such severe patients we will all check in detail, and the young man just now also admitted that he had been treated." Zhang Qiao said cautiously, no matter what the patient's current situation is, Wang Zhi started treatment, but he himself has a suspicion of dereliction of duty.

  With Zhang Qiao's confirmation, Han Zhixin's expression changed slightly. He ignored Zhang Qiao and walked quietly to Wang Zhi's side, asking in a low voice: "May I ask, sir, was the patient you treated just now?"

  When Wang Zhi heard Han Zhixin's words, he stood up again and let out a soft sigh. He could tell that this middle-aged man held a high position in the hospital, at least on the same level as Zhou Boran. His expression also eased somewhat, and he nodded slightly: "I was the one who treated him, please forgive any mistakes."

  "It really is you." Upon hearing Wang Zhi's confirmation, Han Zhi Xin could no longer remain calm and asked again in a trembling voice.

  "It was indeed me, without the consent of your hospital, I treated myself privately, please don't blame me." Wang Zhi said with a smile. He could feel a strong sense of righteousness from this middle-aged man, which was also why Wang Zhi was being polite. In this era, such doctors were rare.

  "Ha, indeed a hero emerges in his youth. I wonder how to address you, sir." This time Han Zhixin really believed it and asked politely, the young man in front of him looked immature, but his eyes were clear and bright, with a hint of wisdom that was hard to detect.

  "Now under your leadership, I'm working at Jianghuai City Central Hospital, which is quite embarrassing for me." Wang Zhi also replied politely.

  "Wang Zhi, you are indeed Wang Zhi, the one who made Old Zhou and Old Jiang praise without end." Han Zhixin exclaimed again and asked.

  "What, you've also heard of me?" This time Wang Zhi was somewhat surprised. Although he had gained a small reputation in Jianghuai for curing several serious patients, it shouldn't have spread to Nanrao yet.

  "Haha, it's actually you! I've been good friends with Old Zhou and the others for many years, and they've been constantly talking about you lately. Unfortunately, we haven't had a chance to meet until now. Haha, indeed, young and promising." Han Zhi Xin said with a smile.

  "Hehe, at that time, Professor Zhou and the others were indeed praising me excessively, it's really embarrassing." Wang Zhi said humbly. Since they are friends of Professor Zhou, they are naturally not bad people. The few old professors who are dedicated to medical research that Wang Zhi knows do not have much desire for fame or wealth.

  "Don't be modest, I know those old guys well, they're all very proud and it's not easy to get them to praise someone like that. I've been hearing about your amazing acupuncture skills for a long time, but I didn't quite believe it until now. Traditional Chinese medicine really does have its magical aspects." Han Zhi Xin chuckled and said: "How about it? Are you interested in coming to our hospital? We're much better than Jiang Huai." As he spoke, he even started digging at the corner of the wall.

  "This, hehe, let's talk about it later, after all, home is still in Jianghu." Wang Zhi said with a smile.

  "Just kidding, don't mind it. If you really come to my place, those old guys will fight with me to the death." Han Zhixin said with a smile and then looked at Wang Jingyi on the bed: "Why do you still want to be discharged now? I know you're uncomfortable staying here, so how about this? I'll tell them not to bother you anymore, just leave it all to you. After all, going back and forth is not good for a patient."

  "This is great, thank you. I was worried that there's no way to decoct the medicine now, but with your words, I can rest assured." Wang Zhi hurriedly expressed his gratitude. Although Jingyi's condition had improved, as Han Zhixin said, it's better not to move if possible.

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