However, from the reactions of Huang Beishan and Zhang Jingcai, Zhang Jiwei knew that the abilities of the young Dr. Lu before them were undeniable.
"Dean, although I haven’t interacted much with Dr. Lu, I do know that Dr. Lu is soone who wouldn’t take action unless he’s confident."
At this mont, Zhou Qihua saw that the situation was a bit off and quickly stepped in as a diator: "Also, I’m sowhat aware of Dr. Lu’s situation. I’m not sure if you still rember the patient nad Zhang Song."
"The one with brucellosis-induced heart failure?"
"Yes, that’s him." Zhou Qihua nodded.
"It’s a pity about that patient. If it were discovered earlier, there might have been hope." ntioning Zhang Song, Zhang Jiwei couldn’t help but sigh.
During Zhang Song’s resuscitation, he was also involved and was one of the main forces. While implenting resuscitation, he knew how much effort everyone had put in, but Zhang Song’s condition was too severe. With nurous complications occurring together, they were helpless and could only let Zhang Song go ho to make arrangents, rather than spend his last monts on the operating table, only staying in the hospital.
"Dean, Zhang Song didn’t die."
While Zhang Jiwei was still reminiscing, Zhou Qihua’s voice suddenly sounded by his ear, making him pause before reacting. He swiftly turned his head, his voice filled with astonishnt: "You said Zhang Song didn’t die?"
"Yes."
"Impossible, with his condition, he wouldn’t have survived more than a week. Getting through a week was unlikely, and it’s been more than half a month now, how is that possible?"
After the initial shock, Zhang Jiwei seed to think of a possibility: "He went to Beijing?"
Zhou Qihua shook his head: "He didn’t go to Beijing. Zhang Song was cured by Dr. Lu. After I found out, I even specifically inquired about it. Zhang Song is doing very well now, and occasionally goes to Dr. Lu for so dicine for regulation. He’s even capable of doing so household chores."
"Cured?"
Zhang Jiwei’s eyes widened. Could such a severe condition really be cured?
One must know, sending Zhang Song ho to arrange his affairs was a conclusion reached after extensive discussion among them, with no margin for error. In such a condition, not even in City First Hospital, even if he went to Beijing, it would likely have been the sa result, with no other possible outco.
But now, Zhou Qihua told him that Zhang Song survived through Lu Xuan’s treatnt, and not only survived, but was living well, even able to do light household chores. How could he not find this hard to believe?
Zhou Qihua solemnly nodded: "Yes, otherwise I wouldn’t dare say Dr. Lu specializes in difficult and complicated cases. And not just this, there was a patient with urinary retention at Ninth Hospital who also ca to us at City First Hospital but still couldn’t be cured. Yet Dr. Lu managed to help the patient recover in just one afternoon."
These examples one after another, are proof enough that although Dr. Lu is young, his abilities are no less than any traditional Chinese dicine practitioner, and as Old Huang just ntioned, he himself admitted he was not as good as Dr. Lu. It’s conceivable to understand Dr. Lu’s high level of expertise in Chinese dicine."
Zhang Jiwei’s face turned grave: "Are you sure you’re not joking with ?"
Zhou Qihua smiled wryly: "Dean, do you think it’s necessary for to joke with you about this? Moreover, the life at stake here is this person, and I wouldn’t dare joke about this person’s life!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Jiwei’s face beca solemn. If Zhou Qihua wasn’t deceiving him, then the abilities of the young man before him might have already surpassed his imagination, reaching an exceedingly high level.
And the others, particularly those who had participated in Zhang Song’s resuscitation, also wore heavy expressions at this mont.
Nobody understood better than them how severe Zhang Song’s condition was at the ti, and it’s no exaggeration to say that death seed the only path.
Yet, this was soone to whom they had issued a "death notice," but under Lu Xuan’s miraculous treatnt, he survived. Not only did he recover, but in just over half a month, he was already able to perform so household chores. How could this not leave them astonished?
Even, terrified.
Could a young person really achieve this?
Does traditional Chinese dicine possess such miraculous powers?
But if traditional Chinese dicine is so miraculous, why is it still overshadowed by Western dicine?
They couldn’t comprehend nor understand.
Zhang Jiwei took a deep breath, and at that mont, the hesitation on his face completely vanished, replaced with determination: "Dr. Lu, I’ll entrust this person to you."
To be honest, being questioned repeatedly by Zhang Jiwei, even a clay figurine would have so anger. Moreover, Lu Xuan was so young. Upon hearing this, the humility on his face was less than before:
"Rest assured, Dean Zhang, it’s a doctor’s duty to heal the sick and save lives. Regardless of this person, I will give my all."
"Dean Zhang may still have doubts about my treatnt of Zhang Song, or even question that I’m too young to possess such skills. But today I will show all of you in my own way."
Lu Xuan’s cold gaze scanned Zhang Jiwei and the others: "What Western dicine can save, traditional Chinese dicine can too. What Western dicine can’t save, traditional Chinese dicine can."
After speaking, ignoring the slight anger on the faces of Zhang Jiwei and the others, he directly turned to look at Huang Beishan: "Old Huang, Old Zhang, can you both help prepare the dications I just ntioned? Have this person take them imdiately, and I’ll perform acupuncture to relieve his pain and buy more ti for the subsequent treatnt."
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