The Surgical Director dragged Zhang Hao along as they went, with Zhang Hao nearly stumbling every step of the way.
"How could I not be anxious? The patient this ti is the daughter of a conglorate."
"Then why are you looking for ? As the Surgical Director, couldn’t you just perform the surgery directly?"
"The patient’s parents are aware that you are our hospital’s traditional Chinese dicine doctor, so they insist that you examine her pulse before we can decide on a treatnt thod."
"She has been in the hospital for two days. I wanted to find you in the past two days, but when I went to your departnt, I learnt that you had taken leave."
"Although I don’t know why you took leave, the hospital’s leadership once instructed us."
"Even if there is a major issue in the hospital, we’re not to disturb you when you’re on leave."
"I sohow managed to delay for two days, and now that you’re finally here, how could I not rush you over."
In a fog, Zhang Hao arrived at the patient’s room.
This is the VIP ward of Tong’an Hospital.
It has a private bathroom, a kitchen, a bedroom, and a small living room.
Just the cost of staying in the hospital per day is hundreds of dollars.
Upon reaching the bedside of the wealthy girl, he saw her complexion pale, completely devoid of color, in a semi-conscious state.
The life-support machines surrounding the hospital bed were functioning, but the numbers indicated that the girl’s condition was extrely poor.
"How could it be this bad? Didn’t you, the Surgical Director, tell the parents that her condition is already very serious?"
Gazing at the Surgical Director’s speechless expression, Zhang Hao realized that the director must have already inford the family.
It’s just that the family placed a sowhat blind trust in him as a traditional Chinese dicine practitioner and kept waiting for him to co.
With the patient’s wellbeing in mind, Zhang Hao imdiately checked her pulse.
Upon checking her pulse, Zhang Hao’s eyes widened in alarm, and the Surgical Director also noticed that sothing was wrong with him.
"What’s going on? Is the situation very critical?"
"Give the dical records."
The Surgical Director imdiately handed over the patient’s dical records to Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao glanced at them, with his brow furrowing tighter, while the patient’s family mbers also gathered around.
"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang, is there a way for my daughter to recover?"
"They say you’re a Divine Doctor. We’ve co from afar, specifically waiting for you to treat her."
Zhang Hao didn’t even lift his head after looking through the dical records, and set the record book aside.
He continued to inspect the girl’s condition and spoke, "You parents really take no responsibility, do you? Knowing that your daughter’s condition has weakened to this extent yet still waiting for ; do you think other doctors are not trustworthy?"
The girl’s parents looked at each other.
The mother let out a sigh.
"Before coming to the hospital, my daughter was just feeling a bit weak. Over the years, we’ve seen many doctors, both Chinese and Western."
"She’s pretty much been a walking pharmacy. She told before how she t a Chinese dicine practitioner online who was not only good-looking but also skilled."
"She also said she had a feeling that as long as she could find you, her health would completely recover."
"At the ti, both her father and I thought it was a joke. After all, so many doctors, both dostic and international, hadn’t been able to completely cure her."
"It wasn’t until her condition suddenly took a nosedive and all the dicines at ho stopped working, no matter how much she took."
"Before she fell into a coma, she insisted that I find you to treat her, calling you her last hope for survival."
"This was our daughter’s wish. How could we, as parents, not fulfill it for her?"
"Thank goodness you finally ca today, or we really would have been in despair."
Looking at the couple’s age and then at the child, I guessed she was their only daughter.
Zhang Hao was also very upset, "Alright, I’ll take it that you support my work. You two, step outside. Mr. Zhang, stay."
The head of surgery ca over to the other side of the bed, "This child is very weak. We tried using epinephrine before, but it didn’t have much effect."
"But she still shows a bit of a will to live. From here on, it’s up to you."
Zhang Hao said, "Even if you look at , it’s not going to help. This child’s body is so frail, if we administer another strong dose, I fear it might directly end her life."
"You see, the child’s parents have placed all their hope on , you know the pressure I have on my shoulders."
"But there’s no alternative, I still have to try. I’ll write a prescription now, let’s give it a try first."
"If it works, then I’ll adjust the ingredients in the dicine, hoping it will be effective."
"What’s your plan for treatnt?" asked the head of surgery.
"I’ve only thought of an initial approach for now, let’s see the effect before discussing further."
After Zhang Hao’s treatnt, on the third day, the girl who had been in a coma miraculously woke up.
Moreover, the readings on the monitors attached to her showed values trending towards normal, though her complexion was still pale.
However, she was much more spirited than before, a transformation that truly surprised her parents.
It also made the surgeons at the hospital admire Zhang Hao’s ability.
The little girl who had just woken up began to apologize upon seeing her parents, "Mom, Dad, it’s my fault, I’ve made you worry again."
The child’s mother shook her head repeatedly, caressing her daughter’s face, "My girl, what is there to apologize for? I am your mother."
"You are my daughter, no matter what, Mom will never be angry with you."
At that mont, Zhang Hao ca in from outside, seeing the family happily together, and went over to give the little girl a physical check.
He felt her pulse, "Hmm, much better. Last ti I took your pulse, it was almost non-existent."
"This ti, it’s much stronger. It seems the prescription I wrote was effective."
Upon seeing Zhang Hao, the little girl’s eyes shone.
"Doctor Zhang, it’s really you. I’ve seen your dical competitions online before, and I’ve always really liked you."
"So I wanted my mom and dad to bring to this hospital to have you treat ."
Zhang Hao looked at the little girl and once again thanked her for her support.
"Alright, alright, don’t talk too much, rest well, or it will all be a waste of the dicine you’ve taken before."
"Although the dicine this ti might taste bitter, you have to believe it’s good for your health."
The little girl nodded vigorously, and as soon as Zhang Hao stepped out, the child’s parents followed.
As they ca out, the father imdiately grabbed Zhang Hao’s hand and knelt on the ground with a thud.
"Doctor, thank you. Without you, my daughter probably wouldn’t be here now. Please accept my deepest gratitude."
According to what Mr. Zhang had said, this man should be the head of a major company.
Having such a big boss kneel before him, Zhang Hao felt sowhat overwheld.
He quickly helped him up, "This is just part of my duty as a doctor, there’s no need to thank . You should rather thank your daughter for her strong will to live."
"During this ti, I will constantly monitor her condition. I can’t promise you a hundred percent that I can cure her,"
"But at least I can ensure she leads a normal life, without the need to take dicine every day."
"It’s getting late, I still need to go back and modify the prescription. You shouldn’t disturb her too much, her body is still very fragile."
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