"Mister, it's you!"
Zhou Hangyong couldn't believe that Lu Xuan, who had checked his pulse before he got off the car last night, would appear at the Ninth Hospital. And judging by the look of things, he seemed to be the Chinese medicine expert Ye Xiang had mentioned.
For a moment, Zhou Hangyong found it hard to accept.
"Master, it's really you!"
Although he had already suspected, seeing Zhou Hangyong at this moment, Lu Xuan could only give a wry smile.
"This morning, I heard from people near the apartment that someone had a stroke last night and was taken away by an ambulance. I was just thinking, could it be you, Master? Then today, at the Ninth Hospital, while treating others with acupuncture, I heard Director Ye mention that a stroke patient was admitted last night. I was thinking, could it be the ride-hailing driver? I didn't expect it to really be you."
Hearing the conversation between the two, Ye Xiang was slightly confused: "What, Dr. Lu, you know each other?"
Lu Xuan nodded and briefly recounted what happened last night.
After listening, Ye Xiang instinctively looked at Zhou Hangyong and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Dr. Lu checked your pulse last night and reminded you?"
Zhou Hangyong gave a bitter smile: "Yes, Dr. Lu mentioned that I might have high blood pressure and suggested I go to the hospital for a checkup when I have time. I didn't pay much attention at the time, thinking, what skills could such a young Dr. Lu have? But who would have thought, not long after Dr. Lu left, I started feeling unwell and immediately called 120. And when I woke up, I was already in the rescue room at the Ninth Hospital."
After saying this, Zhou Hangyong felt utterly frustrated.
"If I had known Dr. Lu was so capable, I should have listened to him and rested directly, then perhaps I wouldn't have had a stroke yesterday."
"And now..."
Beside him, Zhou Hangyong's wife couldn't help but blame him: "Dr. Lu even reminded you, and you didn't listen. You even thought he was tricking you. I really don't know what you were thinking."
Zhou Hangyong said nothing more.
He regretted it deeply now. If he had listened to Lu Xuan back then, he wouldn't have been brought to the Ninth Hospital for rescue, saving several tens of thousands, which would take him several months to earn from driving.
Moreover, this is just the current medical expenses. Who knows when he will be discharged and how much it will cost in the end?
Even if insurance can cover some, he would still have to spend quite a bit.
Thinking about this, Zhou Hangyong felt a heart-wrenching pain.
And Ye Xiang, for a moment, didn't know what to say, just instinctively glanced at Lu Xuan without saying anything.
Lu Xuan merely gave a reminder, not treatment to Zhou Hangyong. If he had treated him then, perhaps the stroke wouldn't have happened.
But to put it bluntly, even if Lu Xuan wanted to treat Zhou Hangyong, he might not have accepted it, and the likelihood of him being furious would be greater.
So, it's not that Lu Xuan didn't save him, but that even if he wanted to, he wasn't given the chance.
Before anything happens, people always believe they are in good health.
Only after something happens do they regret it.
Zhou Hangyong at that moment was a living example.
This is human nature.
An unchangeable human nature.
Moreover, it's not only Chinese medicine, Western medicine is the same. The art is not lightly shared, doctors do not knock on doors, and the doctor who comes to you is often not taken seriously by the patient, sometimes even suspected of ulterior motives, often ending up with an unhappy parting.
With this in mind, Ye Xiang suddenly understood why Lu Xuan only reminded him to get checked and did not intervene to save him.
Some things, even if you know the outcome early on, still cannot be changed.
With this thought, Ye Xiang spoke: "Mr. Zhou, what do you plan to do? Do you need Dr. Lu for acupuncture treatment?"
"Yes, yes."
At this moment, Zhou Hangyong had no hesitation. A doctor who could determine his health issue just by checking his pulse and reminded him to pay attention to his health, needed no further proof of skill.
This is someone with great skill.
And during the day, his wife had also asked around about other patients. Many stroke patients had received acupuncture treatment from Dr. Lu and responded well, potentially shortening a half-month or even a month's hospital stay to just a week.
Some, who couldn't move their lower limbs before, could now move them slightly. With results this good, how could Zhou Hangyong not be tempted?
Besides, he believed Ye Xiang was right.
Leaving the hospital earlier saves more medical costs than it pays for the specialist fee.
Of course, Zhou Hangyong was willing.
Seeing that Zhou Hangyong had no objections, Ye Xiang also breathed a sigh of relief.
He still hoped the patient could leave the hospital early, as the neurology ward had limited space, and there were stroke patients every day. Many had to make do with a spot in the hallway, which was inconvenient for the patients and the hospital staff.
With the patient's consent, Lu Xuan stepped forward to check Zhou Hangyong's pulse and observe his condition, then began acupuncture for him.
Embarrassed, Zhou Hangyong felt awkward, especially after not taking his prior examination seriously. It was a sign of distrust, but now seeking treatment from the same person felt somewhat uncomfortable.
Lu Xuan didn't mind. Doctors rarely have the choice of treating a patient.
No matter how the patient behaves, saving them remains a priority. Few people can turn a blind eye to someone in need.
While giving acupuncture treatment to Zhou Hangyong, Lu Xuan guided Ji Xiuwen:
"The patient's condition is a case of stroke with a depletion syndrome, where depletion has a differentiation of yin and yang. In this case, the symptoms include cold limbs and spontaneous sweating, indicative of yang deficiency depletion syndrome.