New book uploaded, Xiao Yu begs for recommendation votes! ……………… Slowly, Zhang Yang opened his eyes. Six people were looking at him with concern.
“Doctor, he’s awake, he’s awake!”
Mi Xue was the first to exclaim. Zhang Yang then realized that there were quite a few people beside him—besides Mi Xue and the others, there were also several doctors in white coats examining him.
“I told you he’d be fine. He was only unconscious for a few minutes! Perhaps something startled him just now. The patient has just woken up, so don't say anything to agitate him. It's best for you all to leave after visiting,”
The doctor seemed slightly displeased, signaling the nurse to gather the routine medical equipment before leaving directly.
Before departing, the nurse didn't forget to remind them to settle the fees quickly; their inpatient funds were nearly depleted, and Zhang Yang required further examinations that afternoon, which could not be delayed.
In the time it took for the doctors to leave, Zhang Yang settled completely.
A set of memories had appeared in his mind. These memories were extensive, yet not complicated. Through them, Zhang Yang understood everything about the former ‘him.’
This cluster of memories belonged to the previous ‘Zhang Yang.’
In the memories, ‘his’ mother seemed to have passed away very early. His father had remarried, and following that, Zhang Yang’s relationship with his father deteriorated severely.
The father-son relationship was worse than that between strangers. In the memories, Zhang Yang clearly felt that the former young man blamed his father entirely for the circumstances surrounding his mother’s death.
Furthermore, the previous ‘Zhang Yang’ lived very independently. He had been a boarding student since junior high school and had never returned home since. He even ignored his father when he came to visit at school.
Thus, in his impression, besides hatred, all other memories of his father were vague; he didn't even know his father's exact job, only recalling that he worked in a government department and was an official.
All of this, ‘Zhang Yang’ kept hidden. None of his classmates knew he was someone who hadn't been home for several years, nor did they know how terrible his relationship with his father was.
However, at school, ‘Zhang Yang’ was a different person. He was an excellent student, never missing out on scholarships, lively, full of energy, had many friends, and served as a student union officer.
“Zhang Yang, are you okay? Don't worry, we’ve pooled some money together. You absolutely don't need to stress about the hospital fees!”
The tall young man stood by Li Yang’s bedside. He looked quite imposing, even a bit fierce, but the Zhang Yang, who now possessed the prior memories, understood that this was a very warm-hearted person.
“Hu Xin, there’s no need to trouble yourselves. Just let the doctors check on Mi Xue; I can check out immediately!”
Zhang Yang smiled faintly. The big guy before him was named Hu Xin. His name sounded a bit feminine, but he was truly a strong man. Hu Xin was from Dongshan Province, exceptionally forthright, and was in the same class as Zhang Yang, one of his closest friends.
This information, naturally, was all gleaned from the memories he had just acquired.
From the memories, Zhang Yang also understood that none of these classmates came from well-off families. They were ordinary students relying on allowances from their parents, unlike the previous Zhang Yang, who had his own scholarships and other sources of funds.
“You can’t check out; you still need those tests this afternoon!”
Mi Xue suddenly shook her head, stating her position with firmness. The other classmates glanced at her in surprise, then broke into smiles.
Mi Xue was usually rather carefree and rarely showed concern actively, so her taking the initiative for Zhang Yang’s sake today clearly indicated something different.
Hu Xin and the others understood that Zhang Yang’s efforts were finally paying off.
Zhang Yang, however, shook his head slightly, appearing troubled.
The former ‘Zhang Yang’ did indeed have feelings for Mi Xue, but due to his family situation, he was inwardly insecure and dared not confess. Now, however, he was a different person—no longer the nineteen-year-old ‘Zhang Yang’; his body housed the soul of a man in his thirties.
Having just accepted this new identity, he clearly hadn't come to terms with this sudden wave of affection.
After some thought, Zhang Yang said, “I really am fine. How about this: if anything is wrong, we can come back for checks. School starts tomorrow; we can’t stay in the hospital forever!”
Based on the memories and the electronic watch the young nurse had worn earlier, Li Yang knew the current date was May 3rd, 1998. There was no May Day Golden Week in '98, and today was the last day of that holiday. It was precisely because it was a holiday that the students gathered for dinner and karaoke, choosing a very ordinary KTV room.
Zhang Yang’s words visibly caused Mi Xue to hesitate.
She was, after all, still a student. She knew Zhang Yang studied well and didn't want his hospitalization to affect his academics.
“This matter is settled. Gu Cheng, accompany me to handle the discharge procedures. The rest of you wait here and pack things up!”
Zhang Yang got off the bed, quickly put on his shoes, and left the ward with the other shorter boy.
After Zhang Yang walked out, the others realized that Zhang Yang had inadvertently revealed a trace of the authority he possessed as a former vice-president and professor in a hospital.
“Did you guys notice that Zhang Yang seems a bit different?”
Among the four left behind, a chubby young man spoke. Like Zhang Yang, he was a member of the student union, and they spent the most time together. He clearly felt that the aura Zhang Yang displayed just now far surpassed even that of their student union president.
“Maybe a little, but I can’t quite put my finger on it!”
Hu Xin shook his head in confusion. Li Yang’s spontaneously emitted aura had startled him, but with his current comprehension, he couldn't fathom why.
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The discharge procedures were not complicated; it only took extra time because the doctor urged him to stay for a few more days of observation.
The doctor meant well; Zhang Yang’s external injuries were indeed frightening. However, Zhang Yang himself was a doctor, a highly skilled one, and he understood that his injuries would fully recover with proper care. There was no need to waste time here.
Besides, the doctors here couldn't compare to his own medical skills—this was absolutely not vanity.
After completing the procedures, Zhang Yang walked back with the shorter young man named Gu Cheng. Looking at the hospital name on the discharge form, Zhang Yang lightly shook his head.
The hospital was named Changjing Third People's Hospital. Changjing was the capital of Dongnan Province, a relatively famous city, but its medical system was very average.
Zhang Yang searched his memories; there didn't seem to be any particularly renowned hospitals in Changjing, but he had a faint impression of this 'Third Hospital.' He couldn't recall where that impression came from at the moment.
“Excuse me, excuse me, hurry up!”
Several people were pushing a stretcher cart down the corridor. A comatose young girl lay on it, accompanied by two anxious middle-aged women.
“Wasn’t it just ordinary blood stasis? Why did it suddenly get so bad that she needs surgery!”
“Sister, don’t worry, Xuanxuan’s illness is very common. In Traditional Chinese Medicine, it’s called Xue Jia (Blood Clot/Stagnation), which is just stasis. She’ll be fine!”
As they passed by Zhang Yang, the two middle-aged women spoke tearfully and hurriedly. The moving Zhang Yang suddenly froze, stopping dead in his tracks.
Xue Jia, Changjing Third Hospital—these two phrases linked together instantly triggered a memory from long ago. Zhang Yang immediately understood why he had an impression of Changjing Third Hospital.
In his previous life, when Zhang Yang was still in university, he had heard about a severe medical malpractice incident.
A gynecologist at Changjing Third Hospital misdiagnosed a young girl’s dysfunctional uterine bleeding as common Xue Jia. This ultimately delayed her treatment. Later, before entering the operating room, she suffered massive hemorrhage, followed by acute myocardial ischemia, leading to death before treatment could be completed.
A young girl had thus passed away prematurely, killed by this medical accident.
If it had been an ordinary accident, Zhang Yang naturally wouldn't remember or have even heard about it.
The crucial element was the identity of the girl: she was the niece of Zhang Yang’s mentor. His mentor had been busy with the matter for many days, and Zhang Yang had even helped out, which left him with a profound impression.
Zhang Yang’s mentor possessed considerable influence and directly uncovered the accident the hospital tried to conceal. He escalated the issue directly to the Ministry of Health, causing an earthquake within the hospital, and many responsible parties were punished.
This event happened too long ago, and Zhang Yang hadn't paid attention initially, so he hadn't recalled it. The moment the woman mentioned Xue Jia, coupled with the name Changjing Third Hospital, he immediately connected the dots.
The medical accident his mentor spoke of—didn’t it happen during the '98 May Day holiday? Zhang Yang was almost certain that the girl on the stretcher was the victim of the very accident his mentor had described.
“Zhang Yang, what’s wrong?”
Gu Cheng curiously tugged at Zhang Yang. He was a fellow townsman, and although they didn't spend much time together usually, their bond was different from the others.
Zhang Yang rarely returned to his hometown; he never went back when his father was home. Only after his father was assigned to a different post elsewhere would he occasionally visit his grandparents during holidays.
But ordinarily, he often asked Gu Cheng to help him bring gifts to the elderly back home.
“She cannot go into the operating room!”
Zhang Yang murmured softly. After the major medical accident surfaced in his mind, he naturally recalled the girl who died unexpectedly because of it.
He hadn't paid attention to what the girl looked like just now, but as a physician—a highly revered one in his past life—Zhang Yang possessed that fundamental medical ethic.
If he hadn't known, it wouldn't matter. But now that he knew and encountered the situation, he could not tolerate such a young girl continuing to bear the cost of this medical malpractice and paying with her life.
“Chengzi, go stop that stretcher cart first!”
Zhang Yang turned and directly ordered Gu Cheng. Gu Cheng froze slightly, then subconsciously ran over.
He usually obeyed Zhang Yang the most—not just because Zhang Yang studied well and was a student union officer, but primarily because Zhang Yang had helped him significantly over time, making him the person he trusted most.
Gu Cheng ran over, and Zhang Yang subconsciously channeled his Qi and gathered his strength.
Zhang Yang had a secret in his past life that no one ever knew: his Zhang family lineage traced back to Zhang Zhongjing, a Medical Saint. From Zhang Zhongjing onwards, they passed down a secret Qigong method reserved only for sons, never daughters.
This Qigong was vastly different from the ones circulating socially now; it was genuine skill, similar to Hua Tuo’s Five-Animal Frolics, but significantly more potent.
In Zhang Yang’s eyes, it was a profound martial arts technique. In his previous life, dealing with ordinary people, a hundred or eighty wouldn't be an issue; he feared no number of opponents armed with cold weapons.
The most vital function of this Qigong was its coordination during the acupuncture process.
The reason Zhang Yang’s needlework was so miraculous lay primarily here. Without the coordination of this ancestral skill, his needling technique could at best compare to that of a master TCM practitioner, nowhere near the ‘Divine Needles’ capable of curing so many difficult and complicated illnesses.
After channeling his Qi, Zhang Yang breathed a small sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the ancestral technique he had practiced for over thirty years had not vanished with his soul transferring into someone else’s body; it still existed within him.
However, he could clearly sense that his current cultivation level was less than half of what it used to be, significantly reduced.
But as long as he had some, even half, Zhang Yang was confident in his ability to treat some difficult diseases, let alone the case before him, which was merely a gynecological misdiagnosis.
……………… Thank you to my friends for your support. Many old friends expressed their congratulations upon the upload of this new book; Xiao Yu is deeply moved. I also thank Brother Kou Dai, who has supported me all along, for the hundred-yuan reward on the first day. Thank you to old friends Yan Hui Man and Book Fan Cheng Jing for their rewards. Thank you all for your support!