Chapter 1631 - 1644: Unreliable Medical Skills

Chapter 1631: Chapter 1644: Unreliable Medical Skills

"Baka!" Seeing their companion injured, the remaining three black-suited bodyguards turned angry, reaching for their waists. But just then, the door to the isolation room was suddenly pushed open, and Ken Ono emerged, accompanied by several top experts from Renmin Hospital.

"Stop!"

A cold snort sounded, and the three bodyguards immediately gave up their intention to draw their guns, turning instead to check on their fallen companion. Sun Yan gave Lin Mu a surprised look but said nothing, stepping forward to meet the thin-framed Ken Ono, "Professor, what’s the diagnosis for Ah Zhen’s illness? Is there a treatment?"

"Based on my diagnosis, I believe she is suffering from Ebola Acute Aging Syndrome." While taking off his protective suit, Ken Ono complained in peculiarly-accented Chinese: "If Huaxia doctors hadn’t misdiagnosed and given the patient antibiotics, the treatment would have been relatively easy. But now, I can only use pulse electroshock therapy to stimulate the patient’s nervous system, along with other medications for treatment. The course will be long; she shouldn’t expect to be discharged for several months..."

Hearing this, the on-site hospital experts couldn’t help but feel their faces flush. They had been busy for dozens of hours yet couldn’t even identify the cause, while the Little Devils determined the treatment plan within minutes... They’re all doctors, but the gap between them is so apparent and vast that they didn’t even dare to ask what this so-called Ebola Acute Aging Syndrome actually is.

"Hey, what are you doing? That’s the isolation room; unauthorized personnel are not allowed in!"

While Ken Ono was delivering his lengthy speech, and several experts were pretending to listen attentively and occasionally chimed in to restore their presence, Lin Mu had already pushed past some junior doctors and entered the ward with Zhang Man.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant. A gaunt girl lay quietly on the hospital bed. Her hair was dry, resembling withered grass, and lacked any luster, her cheeks sunken, corners of her eyes lined with wrinkles, her skin pale and faintly bruised-looking.

"Her condition seems to have worsened."

Zhang Man covered her mouth, her expression worried. Lin Mu frowned without saying anything. Just as he was about to step forward to check her pulse, Sun Yan had already followed in angrily, trailed by Ken Ono and over a dozen experts and doctors from the city hospital.

"Who are you, and who allowed you in here? Get out now."

"Firstly, I can’t ’roll,’ but if you can, why don’t you demonstrate?"

Lin Mu looked at Sun Yan calmly, placing two fingers on the girl’s wrist as he spoke, "Secondly, I’m the doctor invited by Sister Man to treat Ah Zhen. I’m not your family’s lackey, so please watch your tone when speaking."

"Ha, barging into my daughter’s ward and causing trouble, and you think you’re justified?" Sun Yan, extremely mad yet smiling, hesitated to approach Lin Mu due to his earlier shocking kick. Taking a deep breath, she turned to Zhang Man, her expression not looking friendly, "Are you not going to take him away? Ah Zhen is in critical condition and urgently needs treatment; do you want to just watch her die?"

"Because Ah Zhen’s life is at risk, I asked Lin Mu to come. He has exquisite medical skills, unmatched acupuncture expertise, and I’m confident he can cure Ah Zhen’s bizarre disease." Losing face means losing ground; at this moment, Zhang Man was determined to boast about Lin Mu’s prowess.

Unfortunately, her words in this setting lacked any convincing power.

As they say, a young person with a smooth face can’t do serious work; what kind of mysterious medical skills could a young guy possibly have? Besides, all present are Western medicine practitioners, naturally skeptical of traditional Chinese medicine. Seeing Lin Mu’s pulse-checking stance, many couldn’t help but secretly sneer. This is supposedly Ebola Acute Aging Syndrome, a disease that sounds exceptionally formidable; if a couple of acupuncture sessions and some brewed herbal decoctions could cure it, what’s the point of having us around?

"Stop wasting time. Get him out of here. What’s an imposter traditional Chinese medicine practitioner doing here, stirring up trouble..."

It’s undeniable that sometimes people’s inherent flaws are truly frustrating. Ken Ono hadn’t even spoken, yet they were already openly and covertly denigrating traditional Chinese medicine to the ground. As for Lin Mu, who was quietly checking the pulse, he was being labeled a quack, a barefoot doctor. Zhang Man was furious, her face going pale, breathing rapidly, but fortunately, at that moment, Lin Mu finally opened his eyes and stood up with a contemplative look.

"How is it, Ah Zhen’s condition..."

Zhang Man quickly asked, but before she could finish, the cardiac monitor beeped with an alarm.

"Not good; the patient’s condition is worsening. Quick, implement the agreed treatment plan."

Ken Ono’s face changed dramatically, promptly speaking out, and soon, the isolation ward was bustling. Lin Mu still wanted to speak, but several nurses who had rushed in dragged Lin Mu, Zhang Man, and Sun Yan out the room.

With a bang, the door closed, and everything quieted down...

"How is Ah Zhen, did Professor Ken Ono’s pulse treatment plan work? Xiao Yang, are you not going to say anything!"

Zhang Man paced anxiously. Compared to Ken Ono, she placed more faith in Lin Mu; after all, seeing is believing, and hearing is deceiving. The young man before her had once personally pulled Liu Genyou back from the brink of death; his miraculous medical skills left a profound impression on her.

"I can’t say for sure right now either." Lin Mu scratched his head with a bitter smile.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Man’s heart sank immediately, her face unable to hide her disappointment.

Sun Yan crossed her arms, disdainfully said, "You learn a few household tricks, memorize some folk remedies, and call yourself a divine healer? Hmph! I’ve seen plenty of fakes like you; it’s only those brainless village women, thinking of ways to seduce others’ husbands every day, that would be easily fooled..."

"Sun Yan, don’t go too far." Zhang Man halted, glaring angrily.

"What, am I wrong? Look at him, where from head to toe does he look like a doctor, let alone a divine healer? I think even the old military doctors sticking ads for venereal disease treatment on telephone poles are better than him." Sun Yan said, lighting a lady’s cigarette with a snap, taking a deep puff, and blowing smoke towards Lin Mu, continuing, "Hey, you didn’t graduate from Lanxiang Technical School, did you?"

This was just a casual remark meant to be a typical, irritating comment; Sun Yan didn’t expect an answer at all. But unexpectedly, Lin Mu raised his eyebrows in surprise, "How did you know? After middle school, I was sent to Lanxiang for further studies."

Saying that, he patted his chest, looking proud, "Which school is strongest in teaching skills? Huaxia East China turns to Lanxiang. Our place is a prestigious institution known at home and abroad. All sorts of major fields are top-notch, and my earth-shattering skills were honed there for years... Hey, judging by the way aunty holds a cigarette, you seem to have inherited the ’Chicken School’ teachings; could you be a senior from ’Chicken School’?"

Zhang Man burst out laughing.