Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“At home, who brings a backpack to an exam? Didn’t you say you were going to use a scalpel? Then you don’t need a backpack, ” Wen Xin raised her eyebrows at Zhuge Jingming, her attitude extremely confident.
Seeing Wen Xin’s confident demeanor, Zhuge Jingming’s inner unease
gradually calmed down. He turned his head and thought for a moment. Since
his Youngest Uncle had agreed, she must have a way to handle it.
Zhuge Jingming had the driver bring the car over. He respectfully opened the door for Wen Xin, and without any hesitation, Wen Xin got into the car.
Together with Zhuge Jingming, they headed to the Medical Research Institute.
As they walked into the Medical Research Institute, a group of researchers from the Medical School surrounded Zhuge Jingming. Among them were Sun Miao and Dean Li Tong.
“Mr. Zhuge, you’re finally here. This case is really tricky. We contacted medical experts abroad, but the expert and her team have another surgery at the moment and can’t come over. So, we’re asking if there are any traditional Chinese medicine methods to delay the situation for a while.”
As they spoke, the group walked straight into a special ward in the medical school. Wen Xin followed behind. No one paid attention to her, assuming she was just an assistant following Zhuge Jingming.
As Wen Xin walked into the ward, she knew at first glance that the patient’s problem was likely a vascular malformation in the brainstem.
Judging from the patient’s current condition, the vascular malformation had likely reached a stage where it could rupture at any time. It was impossible to predict when a massive hemorrhage in the brainstem would occur.
Leaning lazily against the door frame, Wen Xin observed the patient’s condition, quietly listening to the discussions of the medical experts around her.
Ten minutes passed, and still, no reasonable solution was proposed.
At that moment, Wen Xin’s phone suddenly rang. She took out her phone from her pocket and saw that it was a call from Mu Chengxi. Without any hesitation, she hung up the phone.
At this point, all eyes were on her, with serious gazes tinged with a hint of disdain, seeming very displeased with her presence here.
“Didn’t anyone tell you to silence your phone when entering the Medical Research Institute?”
“Sorry, it’s my first time here and I didn’t pay attention,” Wen Xin replied nonchalantly, her tone showing a hint of impatience.
Wen Xin gave a cold glance at the middle-aged man in his forties who scolded her, feeling that these people didn’t have much ability and were full of nonsense rules.
“You…” The man didn’t expect Wen Xin to be so arrogant. He had always been respected in the research institute, and Wen Xin was the first to talk to him in such a manner.
“Wait… you’re the doctor who cured Old Madam Mu, right? It’s really great that you’re here!”
Li Tong recognized Wen Xin from her tone of voice in an instant. He had always been amazed by Wen Xin’s medical skills. Although Old Madam Mu’s condition at the time was not as critical as Old Master Jiang’s, it was still a very tricky case in medical history.
“She cured Old Madam Mu; maybe she can save Old Master Jiang too.”
“Dean Li, are you kidding? Old Madam Mu’s condition was different from Old Master Jiang’s, right? If something happens to Old Master Jiang, who will bear the responsibility?”
When Li Tong recognized Wen Xin, Sun Miao also recognized her. She could never forget the humiliation Wen Xin brought her and the impact she had on her.
“Dr. Sun is right. The situation of this old man is different from Old Madam Mu’s. Old Madam Mu’s coma was caused by a stroke, which was very risky but had a chance of cure. But this old man is different. He has a brainstem vascular malformation, with the risk of the malformation rupturing at any time. One second he’s fine, the next second he might…”
Wen Xin interrupted, raising her clean and fair hand and making an exploding gesture in front of everyone.
“The next second it might explode. This kind of illness requires surgery. My acupuncture won’t be of any use.”
“Well, you do have some self-awareness. It’s good that you’re sensible. That thing of yours, it’s like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse. Maybe it’s because our treatment worked, and you ended up benefiting from it. I heard you even used this opportunity to climb onto the Mu family’s crown prince. Are you deliberately fishing for opportunities?”
Sun Miao couldn’t control the bitterness in her heart when she thought of Mu Chengxi, such an outstanding man, being with this quack.
Now that Wen Xin admitted publicly that she couldn’t do it, Sun Miao wouldn’t miss the chance to step on her.
Wen Xin squinted at Sun Miao, a faint smirk appeared on her lips, but she showed no signs of anger.
The researchers surrounding Wen Xin were also scrutinizing her at this moment. They couldn’t believe that such a young girl could possess such formidable medical skills. They believed Sun Miao’s words.
They stared dumbfounded at Sun Miao, then turned their heads to look at Wen Xin. They saw Wen Xin walking slowly to Sun Miao’s side.
“Dr. Sun, whether I’m a charlatan or not, you can deny that I cured Old Madam Mu, but you can’t deny that my acupuncture can make you suffer. Do you believe I can use acupuncture to disable your right hand now? Aren’t you the famous Golden Right Hand of Beijing? Let’s see how you’ll fare without your right hand! ”
Sun Miao looked down at the two silver needles on her body. She clearly saw that Wen Xin didn’t bring a backpack, so where did her silver needles come from?
When she heard Wen Xin mention her right hand, Sun Miao involuntarily clenched her hand. She was surprised to find that her right hand couldn’t exert any force at all. What on earth was going on?
With a disdainful expression in her bright eyes, Wen Xin looked at Sun Miao and raised an eyebrow provocatively.
The researchers around also noticed something wrong with Sun Miao. A middle-aged man came forward to check. Sure enough, Sun Miao’s hand had lost its strength. He could not believe this diagnosis.
“How could you be so cruel, young girl? Don’t you know that doctors should have compassion? How can you ruin a doctor’s hand, especially Dr. Sun’s? Don’t you know that Dr. Sun’s hands are for healing?”
Seeing the middle-aged man filled with indignation, Wen Xin turned to Zhuge Jingming. “Now do you understand why I don’t want to go to medical school or the medical research institute? I can’t be friends or colleagues with people like them. I’m afraid my research results will become the reason they kill me.”
“You doctors are supposed to save lives, but you can’t save your own hearts!
You wield a scalpel to save lives, and I use acupuncture to deceive people? You’re so powerful, why don’t you cure that old man? Why let him lie there waiting to die?”