I Can Hear the Heart's Voice of Traditional Chinese Medicine-Chapter 367 - 157: What Our Ancestors Passed Down Might Work Wonders
"Uh~"
Zhang Jiwei’s raised hand froze mid-air, unable to move.
Such words, which would shock almost anyone, left Zhang Jiwei’s face expressing a bit of bewilderment, even giving him the sensation of listening to a story.
He instinctively turned his head and exchanged a glance with Zheng Xianjue, noticing the same look of shock in his eyes.
Zheng Xianjue reacted and said, "Director, did I just hear that wrong? Did that person tell Dr. Lu to call him Uncle Ji?"
Zhang Jiwei’s mouth hung open for quite a while before he snapped out of the slightly strange situation. Facing Zheng Xianjue’s inquiry, he instinctively nodded, "Should... shouldn’t have heard wrong!"
He wasn’t entirely sure, mainly because he was standing outside, and combined with the soundproofing of the special needs ward, it was difficult to hear exactly what Ji Huan just said.
"With this person as his backing, Dr. Lu can really walk around the medical field in Yong City without any hindrance in the future." Zheng Xianjue sighed with a look of envy emerging visibly on his face.
While envious, he also felt a sense of self-blame for his own incompetence.
If he had been able to cure the person inside, he might have received a similar treatment today.
But then again, maybe not. After all, the high regard for Lu Xuan, the way that person treated him, is significantly related to their failure to handle Ji Huan’s condition in time.
After all, imagine when someone who can’t swim falls into the water, and no one around can swim or rescue him, then someone rows a boat out of nowhere just when he’s about to sink, pulling him out of the water. That sort of relief from surviving a near-death experience is indeed not something that can be felt with timely rescue.
One could say that Lu Xuan’s appearance brought a glimmer of hope for life to the already desperate Ji Huan. It’s only expected that Ji Huan would treat Lu Xuan in such a manner. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
In any case, he wouldn’t receive such treatment as Lu Xuan does, whether Lu Xuan appeared or not.
"Not just in the medical field!" Zhang Jiwei said leisurely.
Zheng Xianjue was taken aback but then realized.
With the status of the person inside, it indeed extends beyond the medical field.
"Who would have thought, Dr. Lu, who looks just in his twenties, has such extraordinary medical skills. Saying he’s exceptionally talented seems insufficient. Thinking back, when I was in my twenties, I was still an intern, assisting attending doctors and being ordered around by a bunch of nurses," Zheng Xianjue lamented.
Zhang Jiwei glanced at him and said lightly, "Dr. Lu has been out of school for less than a year, while you’ve been immersed in this field for nearly thirty years. Though your studies differed, in their respective fields, Dr. Lu leaves us far behind. Sometimes talent is something you just can’t compare, no matter how hard you try.
It’s often said that effort is more important than talent, but I believe talent is the key. If you truly lack talent, studying for a lifetime might be less useful than someone getting it in a couple of hours."
"Indeed."
Zheng Xianjue agreed wholeheartedly, "In this field, without talent, no amount of effort will do."
...
The two of them mused about life outside the door.
Inside the special needs ward, perhaps due to exhaustion, Ji Huan’s secretary, Jiang Shengliang, was still sound asleep.
Ji Huan glanced over but did not wake Jiang Shengliang. From yesterday till now, it had been this secretary running around endlessly, keeping vigil all night till Ji Huan recovered enough to feel safe closing his eyes for a bit of rest.
Diverting his gaze from Jiang Shengliang, Ji Huan looked again at Lu Xuan, seeing a trace of daze in him, and then smiled, "What’s wrong, Dr. Lu, not willing?"
Looking at Ji Huan, half-smiling and staring at him, Lu Xuan was at a bit of a loss for words, given how far Ji Huan had gone with his words, he couldn’t say much else and could only nod solemnly, "Uncle Ji!"
The two eavesdropping by the door were urgently on the verge of accepting it on behalf of Lu Xuan.
So many people wouldn’t dare to dream of such an opportunity, yet Lu Xuan hesitated?
Ji Huan joyfully patted Lu Xuan on the shoulder, "Lu, this time, I’m really too grateful to you. If you hadn’t acted promptly, I’m afraid my old life would’ve ended here."
"Uncle Ji, you’re joking. Even without me, others could have done the same," Lu Xuan said modestly.
Ji Huan smiled but said nothing else.
He knew full well if others could manage or not.
Since Lu Xuan said so, he didn’t want to counter him, leaving it be, though remembering how close his life came to ending in the City First Hospital, a flash of faint anger crossed his eyes.
Lu Xuan didn’t notice the brief flash of anger in Ji Huan’s eyes and said, "Uncle Ji, let me check on your recovery and see if you still need medication."
"Alright."
After being pulled back from the brink of death by Lu Xuan, Ji Huan put his utmost trust in him. He pulled up his sleeve, baring his arm.
Lu Xuan placed his hand on it.
The severe pulse disorder from yesterday afternoon had disappeared.
Then, he took a look at Ji Huan’s tongue.
The once bruised tongue, under the high dose of Aconite, had completely cleared up, returning to the pale red color it should originally have.
"How is it?"
Ji Huan retracted his tongue and asked.
Lu Xuan replied in a deep voice, "It’s mostly recovered, but your body is still quite weak. I’ll prescribe some Nourishing the Root and Strengthening the Foundation medicine for you to take for a while."
"Will this heart attack issue recur in the future?" Ji Huan’s main concern was this.
"As long as you don’t overexert yourself, the chances of recurrence are low."
