1325: Chapter 1325 Special Talent_1 1325: Chapter 1325 Special Talent_1 Lying in the hospital ward, Peter Brown spent the entire night sorting through the contents of his mory, especially the consciousness content of this parallel world.
Now, he had gained more cognition about the situation of this world.
Although accompanied by a patient’s son, Peter still got a bed to sleep on.
Lying in bed, he was also pondering what he should do after arriving here.
Ordinary people entering the mortal world probably wouldn’t retain their consciousness, and they would have to develop passively, with not many chances for success.
But Peter was completely different.
He knew that if he could beco a top figure in any industry in this world, then he would pass the assessnt.
This wasn’t too difficult for him.
Right now, what Peter wanted was to take advantage of his ti here to reach the top.
If he could indeed do so, Peter even felt that his assessnt might progress to a new level, and his chances of achieving immortality would be even greater.
As he was absorbed in thought, the door of the room had already been opened, and the doctors walked in.
Peter had no choice but to get out of bed.
“Peter, how is the situation?” Director Green was the person most concerned about this.
The incident that had happened in the hospital put him in a very passive position.
A top doctor at his hospital declared soone dead who was then saved by a janitor—the news had spread everywhere.
If they couldn’t handle this right, the hospital’s reputation was bound to be affected.
“The instrunts show that the patient’s condition is very good.”
The head nurse looked at the instrunts with full amazent and spoke.
At this mont, Director Green also looked at the instrunts, his mind filled with puzzlent.
Just then, Mr.
Watson strode into the room, and a group of family mbers of the patient also arrived.
In a mont, the ward was filled with people.
“Peter, what is the treatnt for today?” Mr.
Watson turned to look at Peter.
Glancing at the elderly man, Peter walked over and pricked him with a silver needle.
He had no choice.
Right now, Peter had no internal strength and could only rely on the silver needle.
As Peter pricked with his finger, the elderly man, who had been sleeping soundly, opened his eyes.
“Today should be fine; I just need to remove the pack dressing,” said Peter, as he stepped forward.
The head nurse was also observant and hurriedly stepped forward to help Peter with the procedure.
After the bandage was unwrapped, Peter casually threw away the dregs of the dicine, and then wiped the area with a cloth.
Everyone’s eyes widened—the area that had surgery showed a scar which seed to be healing exceptionally well.
How is this possible!
In just a night’s ti!
Everyone felt their consciousness being struck.
At that mont, Peter secretly shook his head, disheartened that the dicine wasn’t strong enough, or else no scar would have appeared.
However, such an effect was also considered quite good.
“Alright, the patient should be able to be discharged,” Peter concluded after a quick pulse check.
“Dad, how do you feel now?”
“I need to go to the Health Room.” At that mont, the old man leaped up and then walked into the restroom.
Seeing the old man’s vibrant manner, everyone stood there, dumbfounded.
Impossible!
No one could believe that soone who was dead could recover so quickly, not even Mr.
Watson who stood there, dumbstruck.
“Dad!”
The old man’s sons finally reacted at this point, all rushing toward the health room.
After a while, as soon as the old man walked out, he announced loudly, “I’m fine now, let’s go ho.”
It was evident that the old man had once held power; he spoke with a booming voice.
At that mont, Mr.
Watson tightly grasped Peter’s hand and said, “Soone with your abilities really shouldn’t be sweeping floors; you’re so much better than many doctors.”
These words made Doctor Wei’s face flush instantly.
Peter humbly said, “I just happen to know this much.”
Mr.
Watson turned to Director Green and stated, “Doesn’t the province have a policy for recognizing special talents?
It’s a case of a talent erging from the public.
If your hospital doesn’t make use of such talent, I’ll recomnd him elsewhere.”
Director Green hastily replied, “Mr.
Watson, rest assured, we do value such special talents, and we have an idea in mind.
Considering Comrade Wang Xiaofei’s achievents in the field of traditional Chinese dicine, we plan to certify him as a sitting doctor for traditional Chinese dicine and list him as a special talent.”
A doctor hesitated before saying, “He doesn’t have his practicing license yet.”
Mr.
Watson glanced at that doctor and instructed, “Director Green, you should oversee an assessnt of his dical skills.
Theory and such can co later.
For those with practical abilities, it’s essential to get them certified before they can work.”
Director Green quickly assured, “Mr.
Watson, don’t worry, we’ll take care of it imdiately.”
“Good, Peter is talented, and such talent, even on a global scale, would be top-notch.
You should focus on developing it.”
Peter, listening to Mr.
Watson’s words, knew this was his way of repaying him.
In truth, whether he had a license or not didn’t really matter to Peter.
With such a successful treatnt under his belt, was he worried about not having people co to him?
However, Peter was aware that being new here and lacking internal strength, having soone to support him was a good thing, and exactly what he wanted.
Looking at Mr.
Watson, Peter said, “Thank you, Mr.
Watson.”
Patting Peter on the shoulder, Mr.
Watson replied, “We should be the ones thanking you.
Peter, after all this is over, I’ll take you out for a al to express my gratitude.”
At that mont, the old man looked at Peter with a face full of gratitude and said, “Comrade Peter, you are a capable person.
If you need anything in the future, just co to .” He then had one of his family mbers give Peter his phone number.
Mr.
Watson also handed Peter his business card and said, “Call directly if you need anything.”
Once the Morgan Family left the hospital, Director Green called Peter into his office.
Looking at Peter for a while, Director Green said, “Peter, there’s one thing we need to do now, and that’s to conduct a clinical examination.
If you can cure another patient, it will make things easier for us to manage.
Of course, this can be arranged to so extent.
I will assign a patient with a less difficult condition.”
Peter smiled and said, “Director, don’t worry.
Many diseases are treatable; you can just assign any case.”
Director Green hesitated for a mont, still not entirely clear on the extent of Peter’s dical skills, and asked, “What kind of diseases are you confident in treating?”
“Take to the critical care ward.
I’ll take a look; there shouldn’t be too many problems,” Peter replied.
Director Green, thinking it over, realized this was indeed better.
If Peter felt confident about a treatnt, things would be easier to handle.
He nodded slightly and added, “Don’t feel any pressure; these are all comrades from the hospital.”
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