My gratitude to old friend Yan Hui Man for the hundred-yuan tip, and to friend Shuai? Feng for the tip! ……………… No sooner had Zhang Yang and his party departed than the Third Yangtze River Hospital was thrown into utter chaos because of him. A misdiagnosis at a hospital isn't unheard of, but a misdiagnosis that nearly costs someone their life is no small matter.

The hospital director and the vice director were now both standing outside the Emergency Room. With them was the old Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor from earlier, and several hospital security guards were searching everywhere for Zhang Yang, but to no avail.

Vice Director Li Jiu, a man in his early forties and thus quite young for the position, also serving as the Head of Internal Medicine—a highly competent physician—stared in disbelief at the elderly TCM doctor. “Doctor Wu, are you saying that man cured acute myocardial ischemia with just a few needles?”

Li Jiu had studied Western medicine but possessed a respectable understanding of TCM. To him, acupuncture was merely a supplementary treatment; he never believed it could directly cure an illness.

And certainly not something as severe as acute myocardial ischemia, cured simply by manipulating a few ordinary needles.

“Yes, his technique was profoundly skilled. I am ashamed to admit my inferiority!”

The old TCM doctor nodded solemnly, recalling the process of Zhang Yang’s needling just moments before.

Whether reading the pulse or administering the needles, Zhang Yang had displayed such consummate skill that he didn't seem like a young man at all. His practiced movements surpassed even his own.

“Doctor Wu, aren't you being overly modest?”

The Director frowned slightly and spoke softly.

Doctor Wu’s full name was Wu Youdao, sixty-five years old, and a renowned elderly TCM practitioner in the Yangtze region. After retirement, the Director personally rehired him to anchor the TCM department at the Third Yangtze River Hospital.

Since Doctor Wu’s arrival, the hospital’s reputation had indeed improved significantly, transforming the once stagnant TCM department into one as vibrant as any other. It was precisely because he trusted Wu Youdao’s abilities so implicitly that the Director couldn’t help but question the claim.

“I am stating facts. If you don't believe me, there is nothing I can do!”

Wu Youdao shook his head lightly, glancing at his watch. He remembered Zhang Yang saying the needles needed to remain in place for two hours. He was waiting for that time to pass so he could examine the needles Zhang Yang had used.

“It’s not that we don’t believe you, it’s just that it’s almost unbelievable!”

Li Jiu quickly clarified, and the Director nodded in agreement.

According to the on-duty doctor, the nurse, and Doctor Wu himself, the person who saved the patient was a young man around twenty.

For someone so young, even if he had started studying medicine since childhood, possessing such medical mastery was impossible, let alone saving a critically acute patient with only a few needles.

“If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it either!”

Wu Youdao managed a wry smile. He understood Li Jiu’s reaction; the way Zhang Yang saved that life today was truly uncanny.

As an experienced TCM doctor, Wu Youdao knew there were hidden masters in the world capable of treating ailments that modern Western medicine struggled with, but he had never heard of anyone curing acute myocardial ischemia solely through needling.

This could only mean that the young man’s medical skill was far superior to his own.

In reality, Wu Youdao was overestimating Zhang Yang somewhat.

While Zhang Yang’s medical skill was excellent, it wasn't capable of curing everything. Acute conditions had always been the most challenging problem for TCM, and Zhang Yang was no exception.

The main reason he could treat the girl so quickly and accurately was that he had prior knowledge of everything. He knew the girl had suffered massive hemorrhage and would subsequently develop the critical condition of acute myocardial ischemia, allowing him to target his treatment and needle placement precisely.

Otherwise, Zhang Yang would have needed to conduct a full diagnosis before daring to insert needles. That process might have wasted crucial time; the patient’s greatest danger was the lack of time to spare, as acute myocardial ischemia can kill within minutes.

“Doctor Wu, do you know who that young man was?” the Director asked again. Wu Youdao’s conviction was making him start to believe the story, even if his rational mind struggled to accept it.

However, if this incident was true, this temporary savior warranted serious attention. The Director deeply understood the principle that a mountain gains its spirit from the immortal dwelling upon it, which was why he had invited a renowned doctor like Wu Youdao. Someone so talented at such a tender age had an unimaginable future; bringing such a person into the hospital would be of immense benefit.

“I don’t know. He is not a hospital employee, and he didn't leave a name when he left!”

As Wu Youdao spoke, he recalled Zhang Yang’s young face again. Zhang Yang looked almost excessively young. His high level of skill, combined with his age, was somewhat disheartening to Wu Youdao, who had dedicated his entire life to TCM; he felt surpassed by a youngster.

“Xiao Hu, come here!”

The Vice Director beckoned a nurse standing nearby. Nurse Xiao Hu immediately hurried over. Li Jiu repeated his previous question, and Xiao Hu immediately shook her head. “I don’t know who he is either; I’ve never seen him. But he had a lot of external injuries on his body, so I thought he might be a patient from the Surgery Department!”

“That’s possible; the young man did indeed have injuries on him,” Wu Youdao immediately added. Today, he had been so focused on Zhang Yang’s technique that he had overlooked the external wounds. Xiao Hu’s comment made him realize that Zhang Yang, not being hospital staff and arriving injured, was most likely a patient. If the story of a patient saving another patient got out, their hospital would be deeply embarrassed.

“I’ll go ask the Surgery Department. They don’t have that many patients; as long as he’s one of ours, we’ll find out who he is!” Li Jiu declared. He thought similarly to the Director; he wanted to know the rescuer’s identity as soon as possible, hoping to recruit such an individual to the hospital. A truly talented doctor was an absolute treasure for any institution.

Information from the Surgery Department arrived quickly. Soon, Zhang Yang’s records were being pulled up, completely unaware that the Third Yangtze River Hospital had now set its sights on him.

Even if he had known, he wouldn't have regretted his actions; what needed doing still had to be done, as it concerned a living soul.

At that moment, Zhang Yang was sitting in a taxi, staring blankly at the virtual screen appearing before his eyes, the mechanical female voice still sounding in his mind:

“System fully activated. Scanning Host data…”

“Scan complete. Populating Host data…”

“Population complete. Host has successfully completed Hidden Mission: ‘The Mentor’s Regret.’ This mission was classified as Level Two. Congratulations to the Host for receiving the Level Two Mission Reward!” ……………

Xiao Yu made major revisions to some drafts today, as she was dissatisfied with some prior settings and scrapped them entirely, causing some subsequent drafts to be discarded as well. However, Xiao Yu believes quality is fundamental; only truly high-quality writing will be appreciated and sustained by readers, so scrapping some work was worth the effort. This chapter serves as a transition as Xiao Yu sorts out her ideas to bring everyone a work they will enjoy!

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