Hearing Mr. Wu's provocative words, Liu Zixuan chuckled softly, "You think with the Ghost Medicine Demon Doctor's help, you can guarantee a win?"
"We'll see!" Mr. Wu shrugged and walked outside.
Liu Zixuan, on the other hand, walked into the hospital room.
As expected of a VIP room, even the decorations are different, and there's even a bodyguard next to the bed!
Yet, Liu Zixuan couldn't clearly see the appearance of the patient on the bed because the entire outside was veiled with a thin curtain, with only a jade-like hand resting on the bedside.
Judging from the fair and delicate skin on the hand, it seems to be a woman!
"Just diagnose the illness; don't ask questions," Wei Lao said in a low voice.
Liu Zixuan raised an eyebrow, "Just check the pulse without looking at the features, this is a first for me!"
"Isn't your medical skill divine? Why can't you diagnose now?" Zhang Xiaoming sneered.
"It's not that I can't, it just adds a bit of difficulty for me, that's all!"
Liu Zixuan smiled and sat next to the bed.
He didn't take the pulse right away but looked at the fingernails of that jade-like hand.
After watching for a while, he smiled and placed his fingers on the wrist's pulse point.
A minute later, Liu Zixuan withdrew his hand.
Raising an eyebrow, he commented, "This illness..."
"How is it?" Wei Lao asked.
"I think he simply can't treat it!" Zhang Xiaoming smirked.
Liu Zixuan ignored Zhang Xiaoming and asked the woman on the bed, "Miss, what's your illness?"
"You're the doctor, isn't it your job to know my illness?" a pleasant voice came from inside, though it carried a hint of weakness.
"Zixuan, this patient has a severe bone marrow disorder and a congenital heart disease. Considering the heart disease, a bone marrow transplant is absolutely impossible." Wei Lao explained in a low voice to Liu Zixuan.
"No, no, no."
Liu Zixuan shook his head, "This is just her physical illness. I'm asking about her mental illness!"
"Oh?" a voice of surprise came from inside.
"What mental illness could there be? You're here to treat her physical illness. Do you think you're a psychologist?" Zhang Xiaoming yanked Liu Zixuan off the chair, saying, "I think you have no confidence in treating her; you should step aside and let Mr. Wu treat her!"
"Wait." At this moment, the patient spoke, "Wei Lao, please leave us for a moment; I want to discuss privately with this doctor!"
"Okay." Wei Lao felt the patient probably found Liu Zixuan quite good, at least that's how it seemed so far. After all, when Mr. Wu came in, the patient hadn't said a word!
Zhang Xiaoming was a bit unwilling, but she didn't want to offend the patient, so she left with Wei Lao. The bodyguard also didn't stay.
After everyone left and the door was closed, the patient asked, "Doctor, can my mental illness be cured?"
"That's up to you. A mental illness requires a mental remedy, and the remedy comes from yourself, not the doctor." Liu Zixuan replied.
"A mental illness requires a mental remedy..." the patient murmured twice this phrase, then suddenly laughed at herself, "Even if the mental illness is cured, if the physical illness can't be healed, what should I do then?"
"Once the mental illness is resolved, the physical illness won't be an issue." Liu Zixuan smiled mysteriously. In his view, solving this special patient's physical ailments wasn't too difficult.
In terms of National Doctor skills, bone marrow disorders don't require a marrow transplant; traction is sufficient. As for the so-called congenital heart disease, it wasn't too challenging for Liu Zixuan.
What he felt difficult was the patient's mental illness.
If the mental illness isn't resolved, even if the physical illness is cured, she would forever remain a patient!
The patient was silent for a moment, "Does Dr. Liu have any good suggestions for treating mental illness?"
"It depends on why you have a mental illness!" Liu Zixuan's implied meaning was unless you tell me what caused your mental illness, how can I start treating it?
"Okay, I'll let you treat my illness, but I need a day to think about how to tell you." The patient said and then stopped speaking.
Liu Zixuan stood up from the chair and walked out slowly.
Liu Zixuan felt quite sentimental, realizing that sometimes doctors might not be treating the illness, but as people often say, acting as angels!
When patients fight against the demon of illness, these angels come to their side to vanquish the demon.
It seems more like mental solace, rather than just using cold instruments to treat!
As Liu Zixuan walked out of the patient's room with a thoughtful look, it gave other doctors an illusion that he probably hadn't satisfied the patient, given that Mr. Wu had walked out smiling!
"Looks like it didn't work out."
"Yeah, his career just started so young, and now he'll leave the medical field because of a bet..."
"Liu Zixuan, I told you from the start, you're not up to this!" Zhang Xiaoming said sarcastically.
At this moment, Mr. Wu approached and mockingly asked, "What? Not confident anymore? Not as arrogant as earlier?"
Liu Zixuan gave them a glance and silently sighed at their ignorance.
A healer's benevolent heart, what does it mean to be benevolent? Besides curing the illness, it's about making the patient comfortable and happy. It's not just about treating them with cold medical instruments or template-like treatment methods and calling it a day!
Wei Lao patted him on the shoulder, "I believe in you; even if you leave the medical field, you'll still have another world to explore!"
"Wei Lao, can I start preparing for the patient's surgery?" Mr. Wu proudly asked Wei Lao.
Wei Lao was just about to say something when the bodyguard reappeared: "Wait a moment!"
"Is there anything else, young man? Feel free to ask; I can fulfill it!" Mr. Wu exclaimed delightedly. At this moment, he was very proud, the thought of driving Liu Zixuan out of Ghost Wood City and making him leave the medical field felt extremely satisfying!
The bodyguard glanced at Mr. Wu and looked at Wei Lao, "Dean Wei, please have these people leave. My lady needs a peaceful day, and in that time, please have Dr. Liu Zixuan treat her!"
"What?"
Wei Lao was shocked, thinking he misheard, then asked again, "Did you say Dr. Liu Zixuan, and not Mr. Wu?"
"No, my lady stated clearly, it must be Dr. Liu Zixuan treating her, or she will immediately leave here!"
After the bodyguard finished speaking, everyone present was dumbfounded.
Just now they thought the treatment slot was definitely for Mr. Wu, but now... it felt like such a face-slap!
Especially Mr. Wu, whose face was extremely complex, hurriedly grabbed the bodyguard's arm, "You must be mistaken; it should be me treating your lady!"