"What?"
Zhang Xiaoshan’s words were akin to a bombshell, startling everyone in the sickroom, their faces shocked.
"You little rascal, what kind of joke are you making? Although Peter is no good person, he is indeed a top-notch neurosurgeon. What are you to dare spout such nonsense here?"
Zhang Jian mocked Zhang Xiaoshan incessantly.
The reason was simple, no matter what, Peter was the assistant he had brought in; he had to defend Peter, otherwise, it would be his own reputation that he was undermining.
Moreover, he particularly resented Zhang Xiaoshan and was unwilling to let Zhang Xiaoshan steal the spotlight.
The Jiang family mbers also started speaking up.
"Kid, since when is it your turn, an outsider, to speak here?"
"Exactly, what status does the Jiang City Chief have that you can talk about him in jest?"
"You’re so young, what dical skills could you possibly understand?"
Peter, who had been thrown out of the room, caught his breath and snarled, clutching his chest.
"I’ve been practicing dicine for forty years. I think that in this world, no more than two people can surpass in neurosurgery, and you aren’t worthy to compare with ."
The specialist treating Jiang Hanwen also couldn’t help but speak to Zhang Xiaoshan.
"Young man, treating diseases is not a matter to be taken lightly; you better step back."
"No."
Faced with everyone’s scolding and doubt, Zhang Xiaoshan stood upright and replied without hesitation.
"I indeed can treat the Jiang City Chief’s disease, and if I fail to do so, I’m willing to stake my life!"
"You..."
The specialist wanted to say sothing more.
At this mont, Liu Ye stood up.
"Teacher, why don’t we let Dr. Zhang try? She was invited by !"
"What?"
The specialist said, sowhat surprised, looking at Liu Ye.
"He is a doctor too?"
Liu Ye nodded
"Yes, the Qi Blood Powder was given by him, he’s a practitioner of traditional Chinese dicine!"
"A practitioner of traditional Chinese dicine?"
The specialist was even more astonished.
He was Liu Ye’s college professor, graduate supervisor, and also a longti friend of Liu Ye’s family, virtually family themselves, having watched Liu Ye grow up. He knew Liu Ye’s character well: calm and stable, always prudent, never engaging in ludicrous acts. Since Liu Ye had invited Zhang Xiaoshan, it must be with considerable confidence.
The most crucial part was that after Liu Ye had returned from Wanshan County, she had talked about how Zhang Xiaoshan treated Sun Youyou’s father, which had greatly amazed the specialist.
When he learned that Zhang Xiaoshan was that very person, his gaze shifted slightly.
"In that case, it might be worth a try."
"Little Shan, can you really save my dad?"
Jiang Man tilted her head upward, looking at Zhang Xiaoshan, her eyes filled with hope and pleading.
Zhang Xiaoshan nodded.
"Today, no matter the cost, I will make sure your father is preserved."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Man suddenly felt reassured.
"Alright, I believe you."
She bit her lower lip lightly, her gaze filled with adoration and delight.
"Hahaha, a practitioner of traditional Chinese dicine?"
Seeing the deep affection between Jiang Man and Zhang Xiaoshan, Zhang Jian’s teeth almost fell out from bitterness, as he couldn’t help his sarcastic sneer, deliberately speaking in a mocking tone.
"What era is it, and there are still people who believe in traditional Chinese dicine? Most importantly, the Jiang City Chief has a brain tumor; that’s an area for Western dicine. How could traditional Chinese dicine possibly cure that? Besides, this young man is just in his twenties; what dical skill could he have when traditional Chinese dicine experts are nearly fifty with graying hair? How could he possibly heal the Jiang City Chief’s illness?"
"You are just wasting ti, and if he delays the Jiang City Chief’s condition, there will be no turning back."
"If he really can cure the Jiang City Chief’s illness, I, Zhang Jian, will crawl out of here."
mbers of the Jiang family also showed expressions of doubt at this ti.
"Little Man, although what Zhang Jian said is harsh and unpleasant, it makes sense. What dical experience could that young man have to treat your dad? Isn’t this just sending your father to an early grave?"
"You..."
The mbers of the Jiang family were still skeptical when suddenly Zhang Xiaoshan pointed at a middle-aged man in his forties from the Jiang family and scoffed.
"You suffer from a deficiency of yang, rendering you impotent, and you haven’t been intimate with your wife for many years."
"What, what?"
The man was initially shocked, then quickly denied it
"You’re the one with a deficiency of yang, not . That’s not true at all. Don’t spout nonsense."
Although he denied it, his guilty expression had already betrayed him.
Clearly, Zhang Xiaoshan was right.
Zhang Xiaoshan then pointed at a woman from the Jiang family and said.
"When you wake up every day, you have a bitter and dry mouth, constipated bowels, sotis only managing to relieve yourself once a week, right?"
"I..."
"And you, you feel your hands and feet are cold every night, suffer from insomnia, have extre difficulty falling asleep, and even if you do, you dream a lot and wake up easily, wandering through your days in a daze, am I right?"
Zhang Xiaoshan then listed several mbers of the Jiang family’s dical issues, leaving them all dumbfounded.
It was only their first eting, as complete strangers, yet Zhang Xiaoshan could describe their conditions accurately, which proved his dical skills.
"Maybe we should let him try?"
"I think it’s a good idea too."
Gradually, the people from the Jiang family were swayed.
"A bunch of idiots, you actually believe his nonsense," Zhang Jian said, looking annoyed.
Jiang Man scolded.
"The one lying in the hospital bed is my father, and it’s not your place to speak here. I’ve decided, let Dr. Zhang treat my father."
"Should anything go wrong, I, Jiang Man, will take full responsibility."
"Elders of the Jiang family, I can now guarantee you that if Dr. Zhang can’t cure my father’s serious illness, and if my father unfortunately passes away, I am willing to marry into the city as per your wishes, maintaining your wealth and status."
Upon hearing this, the people of the Jiang family were visibly delighted.
But still hypocritically replied.
"Little Man, that’s not what we ant. You make your own decisions about your marriage, but if you’re willing to do sothing for the family, we all support you."
"Exactly, exactly, it’s still your own decision," they said.
These hypocritical expressions were nauseating.
Jiang Man did no more talking to them.
"Little Shan, I’m counting on you now."
"You punk, I’m waiting to see you ss up," Zhang Jian retorted maliciously.
Everyone then stepped outside.
Zhang Xiaoshan was left alone in the room.
He walked up to Jiang Hanwen’s bedside.
He glanced briefly, his expression turning solemn
"Is this poisoning?"
Zhang Xiaoshan furrowed his brows.
He realized that Jiang Hanwen’s brain tumor wasn’t a natural growth, but rather, a polyp that had ford and evolved into a tumor under the influence of toxins.
"At Jiang Hanwen’s stature, he could be considered a local lord, who would dare poison him?"
"The adversary doesn’t seem to be a simple character."
Zhang Xiao was sowhat concerned now.
It looked like soone was targeting the Jiang family. Consequently, Jiang Man was also in danger, potentially having a hidden bomb ready to detonate at any mont.
Zhang Xiaoshan suddenly beca anxious; Jiang Man was deeply affectionate towards him, and he absolutely could not let her be in such peril, he must find a way to expose the villain.
But the imdiate task was to cure Jiang Hanwen’s illness.
Once Jiang Hanwen recovered and regained his authority, the adversary would not be able to harm Jiang Man for the ti being.
"Jiang City’s head is now at death’s door; it seems I have to get serious."
Zhang Xiaoshan placed his large hand on Jiang Hanwen’s forehead.
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