At this mont, Ninth Hospital.
After notifying a few interns in the group chat, Wu Liguo quickly found Ye Xiang: "Dr. Lu will be here soon. What did the patient's family say?"
"Originally, when they heard about bringing in a 'Flying Knife,' the patient's family was against it, but when I ntioned that the consulting doctor was the sa Dr. Lu who saved the patient this morning, the patient's daughter imdiately agreed."
Speaking of this, Ye Xiang sighed, "If I had known, I would have ntioned Dr. Lu from the start. I wasted so much breath at the beginning."
"That's what you get. If it were , I would have ntioned it right away." Wu Liguo rolled his eyes.
Ye Xiang glared at Wu Liguo and then sighed, "But seriously, I can feel that Traditional Chinese dicine in our country is gradually reviving. In recent years, many outstanding TCM practitioners have erged. Just look at Dr. Lu, in his twenties and already so capable. Imagine what he will achieve with another decade or so.
Sotis, you have to admit, there are prodigies in this world."
Wu Liguo nodded noncommittally and, thinking of the interns, said, "By the way, I've also called in those interns from the Integrated Western and Chinese dicine Departnt. They should be on their way now."
"I saw in the group chat. As long as Dr. Lu agrees, I think it's great. It will show these young people that there are always others better than you—or beyond you."
Ye Xiang nodded, then said, "I've called the guys from the morning consultation here, too. Everyone should see this. Although we've all studied Western dicine, there's no harm in learning a bit about TCM."
"TCM still has its advanced aspects; otherwise, most of the people on the Insurance Committee wouldn't be TCM practitioners." Wu Liguo sighed as well.
"Actually, in the early years, I wanted to study TCM, but my family insisted I learn Western dicine. Looking back, if I had been more determined, maybe by now I could be a chief TCM doctor myself."
Ye Xiang interjected, "There's another possibility."
"What?"
"Maybe you'd just be an attending doctor." Ye Xiang sighed.
Wu Liguo was taken aback for a mont, then his eyes practically flared with fire.
But upon thinking it over, it actually made sense.
Just because he achieved success in the field of Western dicine doesn't an he'd excel in TCM.
The two chatted back and forth, making the waiting ti less tedious.
Soon, several interns arrived, and the others followed one after another.
Everyone was eagerly awaiting the arrival of a young talent.
At this mont, Lu Xuan had just gotten out of a car at the entrance of Ninth Hospital. He walked to the hospital's gatehouse, where a middle-aged man in a security uniform was sitting: "Excuse , how do I get to the inpatient departnt of Ninth Hospital?"
"It's to the left of the outpatient building." The security guard casually pointed behind him.
Lu Xuan looked up and indeed saw an unobtrusive sign for the inpatient building. After thanking the guard, he quickly walked over.
At this mont, a slightly older chief neurologist, Li Haoguo, also arrived at the inpatient departnt.
The two entered the not-very-busy evening elevator together.
Li Haoguo seed to be quite talkative. Seeing it was just the two of them in the elevator, he smiled and asked, "Young man, here to see family?"
Hearing this, Lu Xuan subconsciously glanced at the elevator, seeing it was just him and Li Haoguo. Realizing the other was talking to him, he shook his head and said, "No."
Li Haoguo didn't ask further, and the elevator quickly fell into silence.
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