Chapter 58: The Person Has Not Arrived, But the Direction Has Already Been Decided

  Several decoration workers were busy, Wang Xu was idle and had nothing to do. Fortunately, he boiled a pot of water, brewed a pot of tea, poured some for several people, and sat down to drink it himself.

  At this time, the Zhongjiang was very hot. It was noon at this moment, and the sun outside was shining brightly, making it even hotter. However, inside the clinic, it was still relatively cool, so Wang Xu didn't feel like going out.

  He had just sat down and drunk two cups of tea when his mobile phone suddenly rang. He picked it up to take a look, and it was Qian Yousheng calling. Without thinking much, he answered the call directly.

  As soon as the phone was connected, Wang Xu hadn't had time to speak yet, when Qian Yousheng's urgent voice came over: "Little Wang, are you free now? Can you come to Central Hospital right away?"

  "No problem, I'll be right there." Wang Xu hastily said.

  "Alright, hurry up, there's a patient who has been vomiting blood in large quantities for almost two hours now," said Qian Yousheng.

  "Severe hematemesis." Wang Xu immediately walked out while asking: "What's the specific situation, please tell me first."

  "Alright, you make a judgment first, and when we arrive later, it will save some time." Qian Yousheng responded with a sentence, then detailed the patient's situation to Wang Xu. Wang Xu listened while flagging down a car at the door and heading to Central Hospital.

  After listening to Qian Yousheng's account, Wang Xu sat in the car with a frown, deep in thought. According to what Qian Yousheng said, this patient should have suffered a lot in his twenties and thirties, with symptoms of overwork and exhaustion. Later, he had also suffered severe internal injuries that never fully healed. Based on this reasoning, it should be a case of excessive yang and deficient yin, with qi rebellion and blood movement, causing massive hematemesis due to forced blood overflow. The treatment should be to nourish yin and suppress yang, lower qi and stop bleeding.

  As he thought, Wang Xu was thinking about the prescription in his mind. He still trusted Qian Yousheng's judgment very much. As an old Chinese doctor, Qian Yousheng's eyesight was naturally extraordinary, and the probability of misjudgment was not high... Just as he was thinking, Wang Xu suddenly looked up and found that the taxi had stopped.

  "There's a traffic jam ahead, this road is always like this." The driver said with a bitter smile as he saw Wang Xu coming. Wang Xu's clinic was not close to the Central Hospital, and this road passed through the north-south cross street of Zhongjiang, where the probability of getting stuck in traffic was indeed very high.

  "Hmm!" Upon hearing the traffic jam, Wang Xu's eyebrows immediately furrowed, he stuck his head out to take a look ahead and indeed, it was packed with vehicles. He was on his way to save someone, and every minute of delay would increase the patient's danger, it was really making him anxious.

  However, it's still a distance from the central hospital, and he can't walk there. He can only sit in the car patiently waiting, barely holding back his temper, thinking about the prescription.

  About five or six minutes later, Wang Xu had a way out. The vehicles in front still showed no signs of moving, so he had no choice but to take out his mobile phone and call Qian Yousheng.

  "Mr. Qian, I'm stuck in traffic here and don't know when I'll arrive, but based on the symptoms you described, I've already prepared a prescription for you to consider trying out first?"

  When Wang Xu got on the bus, Qian Yousheng was also at a loss and could only sigh and say: "Okay, you tell me about Fangzi, I'll take it as a reference."

  "Suzi 9g, Xiangjiang 9g, Jiangcao Tan 15g, Xueyu Tan 30g, decocted in water and taken twice." Wang Xu said cautiously.

  "Is that all?" Qian Yousheng asked in surprise after hearing Wang Xu mention only four medicines.

  "Right, these four flavors of medicine." Wang Xu said affirmatively: "If the symptoms you mentioned earlier can be confirmed, then these four flavors of medicine will definitely work."

  "Alright, I'll consider it," Qian Yousheng said and hung up the phone. Fang Xinghu beside him asked urgently, "How was it?"

  "It's a traffic jam, and I estimate that it will take a short time to get here, but he gave me a prescription." Qian Yousheng said.

  "Has the person not arrived, and a prescription was given?" Fang Xinghu heard this and immediately felt greatly disappointed. Qian Yousheng personally came over, but the opened prescription was also ineffective. This Wang Xu didn't even show up, could the opened prescription be useful?

  Just as Fang Xing was getting a headache, the doctor in charge of the rescue rushed over and said: "Director Fang, think of a solution quickly, the patient can't hold on for another hour."

  "Damn it!" Fang Xinghu helplessly smacked his lips and looked at Qian Lao to his right, saying: "Qian Lao, what should we do?"

  Qian Yousheng was carefully thinking about Wang Xu's four-flavor Chinese medicine, although he thought it made sense, but for the time being, he didn't dare to make a decision. Upon hearing Fang Xinghu's words, he gritted his teeth and said: "Let's just follow his prescription." As he spoke, he told Fang Xinghu about Wang Xu's prescription.

  "Qian Lao, will this work?" Fang Xinghu asked hesitantly, his voice filled with doubt.

  "Treat a dead horse as if it were alive and doctor it. The situation is critical, so we can't afford to worry about that now." Qian Yousheng said with some magnanimity.

  Qian Yousheng was right, Fang Xinghu had no other choice, so he hastily arranged for someone to decoct the medicine. Twenty minutes later, the decocted medicinal soup was brought in.

  Holding the medicinal soup, Fang Xinghu was still somewhat uneasy and hesitated for five minutes before finally steeling himself to slowly administer the medicine to the patient, who was still vomiting blood.

  It's strange to say, but as the patient took more and more of the medicinal soup, the amount of blood he spat up actually decreased. After finishing 100ml of the soup, although the patient was still continuously spitting up blood, the amount had already decreased to less than a tenth of what it was before.

  "It's effective!" The doctors around suddenly exclaimed, Fang Xinghu, who personally administered the medicine to the patient, had his eyes wide open, and for a moment, he was somewhat unbelievable.

  "It's effective with just one dose, it's really amazing!" Qian Yousheng couldn't help but sigh in admiration, and after sighing, he hastily instructed to continue administering another dose to the patient.

  Fang Xinghu hastily picked up the second dose of medicine and gave it to the patient to take. After taking the second dose, the patient's hematemesis symptoms stopped completely.

  "It's a miracle! This is absolutely a miracle." The director of internal medicine, Huang Yiyang, couldn't help but exclaim.

  "It's indeed a miracle." The emergency department director, Zhao Dongcheng, who had been busy maintaining the patient's vital signs, also sighed and said to Qian Yousheng: "Old Qian's medical skills are truly divine."

  Just now, the prescription was told by Wang Xu, and only Fang Xinghu and Qian Yousheng knew about it. Others didn't know and thought that Qian Yousheng had come up with another recipe, and they all praised him.

  Qian Yousheng's face turned red with praise, and he sighed: "This prescription wasn't thought up by me, but by that young man last night."

  "That young man from last night?" Almost all of these people were present last night and witnessed Wang Xu saving the decorator Junzi. When they heard Qian Yousheng's words, they wondered: "That young Dr. Wang? When did he come?" While asking, they looked around left and right, but didn't find Wang Xu's figure anywhere.

  "Because of the traffic jam, he is still halfway there, but this method was told to him by Fang Xinghu over the phone." Fang Xinghu spoke up, and even he himself felt a bit dreamy when speaking.

  "Whoa!" The doctors present gasped in unison, exchanging a glance, and couldn't help but wonder if they were dreaming. These people on the scene were at a loss for what to do, while the other party had settled it over the phone - what kind of level was this? Did it mean that all their years of medical training had been for nothing?

  Now that the patient's hematemesis has stopped, the immediate danger is over. After being tense for three or four hours, Fang Xinghu and others finally had a chance to catch their breath and walked out of the emergency room.

  Just out of the emergency room, three people rushed into the corridor. They were the experts who had come to help from the Provincial People's Hospital. Fang Xinghu smiled and greeted them warmly.

  "Director Lan, Councilor Hu, you've arrived."

  "I rushed over as soon as I received your call." Director Lan said with a faint smile, looking at Qian Yousheng beside him and subconsciously furrowing his brow, "Is Old Qian also here?"

  "Hmm." Qian Yousheng obviously didn't get along with Director Lan, and he nodded slightly, not even bothering to respond.

  Director Lan didn't care about Qian Yousheng's expression and asked Fang Xinghu: "How is the patient?"

  "The bleeding has stopped and he's temporarily out of danger." Fang Xinghu said with a smile.

  "Oh! Could it be that Qian Lao has recovered?" Director Lan was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Qian You Sheng with a smile.

  Listening to Director Lan's ambiguous words, Fang Xinghu couldn't help but want to curse, really didn't know who had invited this Lan Maosheng on their own initiative, didn't they know that he and Qian Lao didn't get along?

  "This credit I dare not intercept, the doctor who cured him is still on his way." Qian Yousheng said lightly. This Lan Maosheng was the director of the Provincial People's Hospital, a high-caliber talent returned from abroad. In fact, he had no personal grudges against him, but always looked down on traditional Chinese medicine, thinking it was just a swindle. The two were purely theoretical opponents. Although this time the situation wasn't his credit, it was still cured by the methods of traditional Chinese medicine, and Wang Xu was only in his early twenties. Qian Yousheng couldn't help but feel a little proud.

  "Is the doctor still on his way?" Lan Mao Sheng was stunned for a moment, and after a long time, he asked Fang Xinghu: "Director Fang, what's going on?"

  Fang Xinghu briefly explained the situation and then said, "Dr. Wang is still on his way due to a traffic jam, but he has given us the prescription, and the patient has taken it and seen an effect."

  "A person on the road had already come up with a prescription." Lan Mao Sheng's eyes were full of incredulity, his voice also rising: "How is this possible?"

  PS: I saw someone leaving a message in the book review section, saying that the protagonist's mess in Yun City is laughable. I'm speechless. Can't you all see that things won't end like this in Yun City? Won't Wang Xu have to return to Yun City again? Do we really need Xiao Xiao to explain everything clearly, saying that the protagonist has no foundation and why he didn't explode on the spot? It's only interesting when it's beyond the plot.

  Alright, no more words. Yun Cheng's debt must be collected, the favors owed to others must be repaid. Zhong Jiang is where the protagonist starts to develop, no need for further explanation.

  The Dragon Boat Festival is here, wishing everyone a happy holiday, thank you all book friends for your support along the way.