"The collapse is leakage; her illness can actually be treated this way. I understand, I finally understand!"

Wu Youdao suddenly slapped the table, a look of sudden realization washing over him. The girl on the stretcher today suffered from a condition belonging to one of the categories of Beng Lou (prolapse/bleeding disorders), and all the treatment methods they had previously discussed fell within that scope.

What Zhang Yang had just said offered them an entirely new line of thought.

Zhang Yang paused in his explanation, looking at Wu Youdao with a slight smile. This old TCM doctor, Wu Youdao, truly possessed extensive knowledge; a few questions had nearly stumped him.

Fortunately, Zhang Yang was no ordinary person. Besides deep theoretical knowledge, he possessed more than a decade of experience from the future that Wu Youdao could not match.

One shouldn't underestimate those ten-plus years. In his previous life, Zhang Yang truly came into his own during that decade. He had participated in numerous TCM seminars and contributed to many TCM research projects; some difficult problems later solved in that era bore his contribution.

At this moment, he had merely presented a few minor problems that had been overcome in later generations, and it was enough to make Wu Youdao excitedly slam the table.

"Blood flowing that is not at the proper time, dripping incessantly, is termed Lou Xia (leakage); a sudden, torrential gush, like a mountain collapse, is termed Beng Zhong (collapse). Our ancestors categorized it as 'collapse' or 'leakage' based on the volume of blood loss. But there is no distinct boundary between 'collapse' and 'leakage'; they can usually transform. Yet, Zhang Yang, you have actually linked 'collapse' and 'leakage' together, describing it with the character 'Flow' (Liu), pioneering a therapeutic method we never could have conceived!"

Wang Guohai also exclaimed with admiration. As the director of Gynecology, he was quite knowledgeable about traditional Chinese medicine applications in his field. Zhang Yang’s recent words had greatly benefited him as well.

"Director Wang, you flatter me. I've merely read a few medical texts, learning from books," Zhang Yang replied with a modest smile and a shake of his head. When Hu Xin and the others had left earlier, these doctors had pressed him hard.

The question Wang Guohai had asked earlier was one every doctor wanted to resolve—it was a conundrum, even a medical breakthrough. Solving it meant they too had conquered a difficult problem.

If they wished, they could write a medical paper about it, a paper that would directly influence their careers going forward.

Of course, if a paper were written, it would necessarily require an additional name on the byline: Zhang Yang’s. Since the knowledge originated from him, failing to credit Zhang Yang would speak volumes about that doctor’s basic moral character.

"You are too humble. The books you speak of—are they ancestral, perhaps?"

Wu Youdao gently shook his head, regarding Zhang Yang with a look full of subtle meaning, his eyes tinged with envy.

Zhang Yang lowered his head slightly, his eyes flickering briefly, and then spoke slowly, "I'm not entirely sure. Just a few old books from home that I look through when I have nothing better to do, and that's how I learned."

As he spoke, Zhang Yang felt a slight, unnatural pang of guilt.

He did have old books at home, but they absolutely did not contain the methods for this specific treatment. What he had just stated was a research breakthrough from the future, one he himself had been involved in.

These older doctors kept pressing him on how he managed to treat that emergency case of the girl on the stretcher; he had been forced into a corner and brought out that knowledge as an emergency measure.

As for the true healing method, Zhang Yang had no way to explain it. He couldn't just tell these people that he possessed ancestral Qigong and had used it in conjunction with the treatment to halt the girl’s massive hemorrhage.

This secret, he would tell no one, just as he had told no one about his ancestral Qigong before his transmigration—it was his trump card.

"Esteemed seniors, it is getting late today, and we all need to return. Let us conclude here for today. I trust the girl’s condition will not recur; please proceed with treatment with confidence!"

Seeing that Wu Youdao intended to speak further, Zhang Yang quickly rose, bowed to the assembled elders with clasped hands, and offered a smile.

Wu Youdao paused slightly, gave Zhang Yang a deep look, then smiled and nodded, saying directly, "Very well. We have troubled you today. Should the opportunity arise another day, we will certainly express our gratitude properly!"

"Elder Wu, you are too kind. Then we shall take our leave first!"

Zhang Yang smiled lightly, and this time, without waiting for Wu Youdao’s reply, he turned back to where Mi Xue and the others were waiting. After exchanging farewells with the old doctors and professors in the room, the six students left the office.

Zhang Yang practically fled the scene. He dared not remain with these doctors any longer, lest they press him further and he revealed some telltale sign.

Before leaving, the group didn't forget to check on the patient’s room. Boss Zhou and Madam Zhou were both there, immersed in the pure joy of their new beginning.

The two were nestled together, gazing sweetly at their newborn baby.

"Zhang Yang, are you alright?"

Seeing Zhang Yang and the others enter, Boss Zhou quickly stood up, raising a hand as if to shake Zhang Yang’s, but halfway through, he retracted it, standing there awkwardly.

Before Zhang Yang could speak, Mi Xue stepped forward first and said softly, "Brother Zhou, the doctor already explained it clearly. The needles he inserted earlier were not dangerous; the other doctors simply misunderstood. You can ask them again later if you don't believe it?"

"Really? That’s wonderful! Zhang Yang, I apologize. I shouldn't have misunderstood you!"

Boss Zhou was slightly startled, then his face broke into relief. He had indeed been terrified by the doctors’ earlier alarm, but seeing his wife and child safe and sound, he immediately felt he owed Zhang Yang an apology.

In any case, everything Zhang Yang had done up to that point was for him.

Needle insertion aside, if Zhang Yang hadn't remained calm and directed things, the completely flustered and helpless Boss Zhou wouldn't know what chaos might have erupted.

Boss Zhou was an honest man, and feeling that he had wronged Zhang Yang was the reason for his current awkward demeanor.

"It’s alright, Brother Zhou. We were all just concerned for Sister-in-law," Zhang Yang smiled, holding no resentment toward Boss Zhou in his heart.

It was natural for someone who didn't understand to express doubt. Boss Zhou not only lacked understanding but had also been frightened by the doctors; managing to speak up for Zhang Yang at the end was already quite commendable—at least the man had a good heart.

Zhang Yang felt no dislike for a person like that.

At this moment, Zhang Yang finally understood why his 'past self' and Mi Xue’s group had such a good relationship with Boss Zhou and Madam Zhou. A man like Boss Zhou was indeed worth befriending.

After looking at the baby for a while, Zhang Yang and his group departed. Wang Guohai even personally escorted them well clear of the hospital grounds.

Only after they left did Wang Guohai return to the office. The other doctors were still deeply engrossed in discussing Zhang Yang’s earlier words, feeling the depth of their insights grow with every reflection.

Zhang Yang’s fame as a great physician in his past life had certainly not been undeserved.

"Elder Wu, why did you just let him go like that? I asked where he lived just now, but he refused to say. If we let him go like this, how will we find him next time?"

Back in the office, Wang Guohai voiced his concern to Elder Wu, a hint of anxiety on his face.

When he saw Zhang Yang's group off, he had indeed tried to inquire about Zhang Yang’s contact information, but Zhang Yang had skillfully steered the conversation elsewhere, politely stating he preferred not to be disturbed, which left Wang Guohai unable to press the matter.

As soon as he returned, he brought up the subject. In his view, someone so young possessing such profound medical skill was an utterly rare genius, and their hospital needed to seize this opportunity.

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