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Xu Zhaopei really couldn’t understand how a dying person could be healed with just two acupuncture needles! This contradicted all the medical theories she had learned over the years!
"Your eyes tell me that you still don’t fully trust my superior medical skills. Well, you will never understand the wonders of traditional Chinese medicine in your lifetime!"
"I—"
"Alright, no need to explain." Fang Yu seriously looked at Xu Zhaopei and asked, "Where is my office?"
Xu Zhaopei raised her hand and pointed upstairs.
Fang Yu stretched lazily and declared righteously, "I have decided, I want to shine here, dedicate my youth and life. Like a silkworm weaving until its death, like a candle burning to ashes! There should be more just and kind people like me in society to contribute to socialism! Keep it up!"
After saying that, he turned and went upstairs, leaving Xu Zhaopei in a daze.
This... Is this still the Divine Doctor who just revived someone? Are you sure he’s not a clown sent by monkeys?
...
At noon, Fang Yu familiarized himself with the work in the nurses’ duty room.
While he was busy, President Wu Cunzhong came with a smile on his face.
"President?"
"Fang, I owe you big today! You saved Director Jiang’s life, and also our hospital!" Wu Cunzhong gratefully took Fang Yu’s hands.
"President, are you here to thank me?"
Wu Cunzhong was suddenly stunned.
"Is there a bonus?" asked Fang Yu.
"Ah?" Wu Cunzhong appeared embarrassed.
"Since I’ve made such a significant contribution, the hospital should at least give me some bonus. If it’s inconvenient for the hospital, you can secretly give me a red envelope."
"The hospital has rules, opposes giving red envelopes secretly, we must comply with the hospital regulations! Don’t try those tricks." Wu Cunzhong said, righteously.
"None at all?"
"This..."
"What are you thanking me for then... With my medical skills, not just in Hua University Hospital, I could easily get into the best hospital in Yanjing. I’ve made such a great contribution, making a request isn’t too much, right?"
"What request?" President Wu hesitated.
"Maybe appoint me as the head of traditional Chinese medicine. A strong man like me working as a nurse, if this gets out, it would embarrass the hospital," Fang Yu complained.
"Uh..." Wu Cunzhong became even more embarrassed.
That director position isn’t something just anyone can hold; you need a medical license, a legitimate medical diploma, and many years of medical experience.
"Fang, I really need to think about this..."
"You don’t have the authority to decide? Then why did you come to thank me, go away..." Fang Yu pushed Wu Cunzhong out of the duty room.
President Wu’s face turned livid. This young rascal is just like the rumors said, wasn’t he supposed to have become more mature over these eight years? Old Fang, you’re trying to trap me!
Right then—
Xu Zhaopei arrived outside the duty room and greeted President Wu.
"President Wu, you’re here too."
Wu Cunzhong coughed and spoke sternly, "Xu, Director Jiang has just woken up. You must keep a close eye and ensure no mistakes occur."
"Jiang Wei’s condition has stabilized. With proper care, there shouldn’t be any major issues," Xu Zhaopei said.
President Wu was stunned. Just a moment ago, she was struggling on the edge of life and death, and now suddenly stable. Could it be that Fang Yu’s medical skills are really that advanced?
"I’ll go check on her myself." President Wu left with a swish of his sleeve.
Xu Zhaopei glanced at the nurse’s duty room, then pushed the door open.
Fang Yu looked up, surprised. "Why are you coming to our area?"
Xu Zhaopei was startled but mustered up her courage and asked, "I just remembered something. Although your surname isn’t Sun, the Sun Family takes in disciples! Did you learn your medical skills from them?"
"What do you want?"
"I just want to know if your master is Sun Qing."
"None of your business!" Fang Yu sat down, spreading his hands.
"You—"
Xu Zhaopei, boiling with anger, thought of herself as the Hospital Flower and had never been treated so poorly, but remembering that matter, she bit back her anger and said, "I want to learn traditional Chinese medicine."
"Are you sick?" Fang Yu rolled his eyes. An assistant director of surgery, who previously didn’t believe in traditional Chinese medicine, now suddenly claiming to want to learn it—who would believe that?
Xu Zhaopei was taken aback, stuttering, "You... you can tell?"
No way?
This girl must be really sick.
Fang Yu got up and came next to Xu Zhaopei, scrutinizing her carefully.
"Nothing seriously wrong, right?"
Xu Zhaopei, already embarrassed, now felt even more embarrassed.
Fang Yu grew more puzzled, swiftly grabbed her small hand, and, checking her wrist pulse, suddenly understood.
"Disorder?"
Being directly confronted with her concerns, Xu Zhaopei bashfully lowered her head.
"This... I’ve heard that traditional Chinese medicine can cure it... can you, treat it?" Xu Zhaopei asked in a low voice.
"Child’s play," Fang Yu assured, patting his chest.
"Really?" Xu Zhaopei, also a doctor, would have cured herself long ago if it were as simple as he claimed.
"Do you want to know?" Fang Yu gave a sly smile.
"Yes—"
"I won’t tell you."
Upon hearing this, Xu Zhaopei pouted her lips, huffing, "Are you going to tell me or not?"
"Actually, the method is very simple—it’s just—"
Suddenly—
Whoosh!
Another kick flew through the air.
How could Fang Yu, who had trained before, be someone Xu Zhaopei could overcome—not even Fang Yu from eight years ago!
"Ah— you!"
Xu Zhaopei’s face twisted in pain, her eyes quickly reddening, tears almost falling.
Fang Yu quickly let go.
This woman can’t take a joke.
Xu Zhaopei seized the moment and pinched Fang Yu’s arm hard, then dashed out of the duty room.
Ah— she really knows how to hit hard!