Regardless of the outcome of Zhang Yang’s previous application of acupuncture on the pregnant woman at the Hegu point, this young man right before them had actually achieved what they previously could not.

Treating acute myocardial ischemia concurrently with massive hemorrhage—at least among this group, they could confidently claim to handle it completely.

Being scrutinized by so many people simultaneously, Zhang Yang appeared completely composed.

Back in his past life, when treating patients in the hospital, he had often had other doctors observing, and he had experienced scenes far grander than this.

His composure was natural because he had been through so much.

But the others were unaware, especially Wu Youdao.

Watching Zhang Yang nod silently, he deeply admired this composure; in his eyes, it was the mark of true stature, and his appreciation for this young man grew.

“This, what is your distinguished name, young brother?” Wang Guohai spoke first.

He seemed slightly embarrassed; he had just lectured the young man on studying hard, and now he had to seek his advice.

He found this reversal difficult to accept.

“Dr.

Wang, you’re too kind.

My name is Zhang Yang; you can just call me Xiao Zhang!” Zhang Yang offered a slight smile.

Hearing Wu Youdao address him earlier, he followed suit by calling him Dr.

Wang.

Whether in his past life or now, Zhang Yang possessed a virtue: a deep-seated humility.

The primary reason for this was his extreme youth.

Being inherently young, many senior practitioners were already jealous of his accomplishments; without humility, it would be too easy for others to brand him as disrespectful to his elders.

In the medical field, although mastery is paramount, seniority still holds significant weight, and certain older experts wield considerable influence within the profession.

In fact, many sectors in China currently operate this way—prioritizing credentials and seniority.

This was something of a weakness for Zhang Yang, so he always offered the requisite respect when dealing with these elders.

However, when it came to genuine academic disputes, Zhang Yang never backed down.

On many occasions, the results proved his persistence correct, just like today when that Dr.

Liu questioned the feasibility of his needling technique, and Zhang Yang directly refuted him.

“Xiao Zhang, we are actually very keen to know how you managed to alleviate the symptoms of acute myocardial ischemia using just a few needles?” Wang Guohai coughed lightly, his expression shifting slightly to one of awkwardness after speaking.

To ask advice from someone less than half his age was inherently awkward, and the fact that this person was still a student made him even more uncomfortable.

But the young man possessed genuine skill; he had no choice but to inquire now, especially since he was the Director of Gynecology and ultimately responsible for the girl on the gurney.

As soon as Wang Guohai finished his question, the other doctors perked up their ears, all eager to know the answer.

Hu Xin, Xiao Dai, Mi Xue, and Nan Nan stared with wide eyes, utterly bewildered.

They had no knowledge of Zhang Yang having saved the girl on the gurney earlier, so they had no clue what was transpiring now.

“Chengzi, you’ve been close to Zhang Yang recently, and he takes you everywhere.

You must know what’s going on, right?” Hu Xin suddenly tugged at Gu Cheng, whispering quietly.

A fierce look remained on his face, suggesting that if Gu Cheng didn't provide a satisfactory answer, he might face physical retribution.

“I know, but let’s talk outside!” Gu Cheng frantically waved his hands, pulling Hu Xin out of the large office.

The three girls, Mi Xue included, followed them; they had been together in the office and heard everything Hu Xin and Gu Cheng had said.

“Gu Cheng, what happened? Tell us quickly!” The first to demand answers as soon as they were outside was Mi Xue.

Mi Xue’s expression was laced with anxiety.

She had been extremely worried when Zhang Yang was pulled into the office earlier.

Even though things seemed resolved, and the situation appeared to have shifted, it hadn't eased her concern for him.

The more she didn't understand, the more worried she became.

“Mi Xue, don’t fret, I’ll explain slowly…” Gu Cheng shook his head again and began recounting the incident that had just occurred at the hospital, speaking with meticulous detail.

Before long, he had laid out the entire story.

Mi Xue, Hu Xin, and the others remained silent while Gu Cheng spoke, but they all looked stunned.

They hadn't realized that Zhang Yang had already saved someone before this—a patient misdiagnosed by a doctor—which was the reason the physician had pulled him into the office.

Now they finally understood that the older doctor pulling Zhang Yang away hadn’t been malicious at all.

They simply had no idea when or how Zhang Yang acquired such miraculous medical skills, and they certainly hadn't anticipated it.

“No wonder it took you so long to process the discharge papers—Zhang Yang was saving someone!” Hu Xin murmured.

Saving a person wasn't extraordinary; they were all warm-hearted university students who might intervene if they saw someone in danger on the street.

But saving someone in a hospital, especially a patient misdiagnosed by a doctor, was an entirely different matter.

This wasn't something just anyone could do.

Moreover, considering everything they had just witnessed in the office, it wasn't hard for them to guess that these doctors held Zhang Yang’s method of saving lives in high regard, otherwise, they wouldn't have proactively sought answers.

“How did that person end up?” Mi Xue suddenly asked, and the group all turned back to Gu Cheng.

They were all curious about this too.

“I don’t know, but Zhang Yang said she was fine, and he said it with great confidence!” Gu Cheng shook his head.

He truly didn't know the final outcome for the girl on the gurney, as they had already left the hospital by then.

However, judging by the doctors' current behavior, the girl on the gurney must be alright, otherwise, they wouldn't be asking Zhang Yang how he successfully improved her condition.

“She’ll definitely be fine; I have faith in Zhang Yang too!” Hu Xin grinned widely.

At this moment, he felt a strange sense of exhilaration.

Now he understood everything.

These doctors hadn’t called Zhang Yang in to hold him accountable; they were seeking instruction.

The thought that hospital doctors were asking his brother for guidance filled Hu Xin with an urge to burst out laughing.

What a boost to their reputation! It felt great.

Usually, medical students had to watch their tone when interning and dealing with doctors; when did doctors ever consult them, students? Hu Xin was also studying medicine, a third-year student facing internship soon.

He had often heard seniors talk about internships—the process was always filled with every flavor imaginable: sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty.

“Let’s go, let’s go back in!” Hu Xin laughed, taking Gu Cheng’s arm, and walked straight back into the office without preamble.

He was incredibly eager to witness the sight of these doctors consulting Zhang Yang.

The group returned to the office.

The large room had transformed again.

Zhang Yang and Wu Youdao were seated at one desk, while the others clustered around the periphery, listening intently to their conversation.

It was Zhang Yang doing most of the talking, with Wu Youdao offering sparse replies.

As Zhang Yang spoke, Wu Youdao would either furrow his brow, nod, or offer a slight smile.

The surrounding doctors all wore expressions of deep contemplation.

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