"Old Wu, why bring up that previous matter again? The most important thing right now is Director Zhao's father's illness!"

Vice President Li Jiu was also present, and he quickly interjected. Time was critical; there were still people waiting for life-saving surgery in the operating room, and he did not want to hear another word about that past incident.

He suspected that Old Wu was using this opportunity to champion that young man again, which caused a slight flicker of anger in his heart. If Director Zhao's father truly died in their hospital, the hospital directors and vice presidents would be the first to suffer the consequences. How severe their misfortune would be depended entirely on Director Zhao's mood; if he truly blamed them, they would have nowhere left to cry.

Director Ma lowered his head in thought for a moment, then suddenly looked up and exclaimed, "Wait, Old Wu, are you suggesting someone can handle acute ischemia, perhaps even cure it?"

Director Ma hadn't experienced that previous incident, but he was in charge of the current patient. Thinking of myocardial ischemia, he immediately grasped the significance of Old Wu's hint.

"That's right. At least that young man has cured it before, and right under my nose!"

Old Wu nodded gently, recalling Zhang Yang's miraculous needling technique that day, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion. In terms of acupuncture alone, Zhang Yang truly surpassed him by a large margin.

"Old Wu, you mean...?"

Zhu Zhixiang suddenly asked. He had actually understood what Old Wu meant, but he dared not voice it out loud here.

Old Wu looked at Zhu Zhixiang and said slowly, "My meaning is very simple: if we still want hope, we had better invite that kid over immediately. He might be our last chance!"

"No! Absolutely not!"

Vice President Li Jiu shouted out fiercely, and many other doctors showed expressions of disbelief.

Old Wu actually wanted to bring in the intern they had previously discussed—the one they wanted to specially recruit but failed to—to treat Director Zhao's father. An intern! Even if this intern was exceptionally skilled, they dared not take such a reckless gamble.

Moreover, this intern was a university student, so young, and none of them had ever seen him work. No one had the great confidence that Old Wu possessed.

"If not, then everyone can just wait!"

Old Wu snorted lightly. He was well aware of the reason for Li Jiu’s vehement opposition.

Ultimately, they were afraid of shouldering responsibility. If the hospital failed to cure the patient in the end, they could use the excuse of having "done their best." Several experts from the Provincial People's Hospital were also present, and for their own sake, they would help cover for them.

When that time came, even if Director Zhao harbored resentment, he wouldn't voice it, or at least not immediately. But inviting someone who wasn't even a certified doctor to treat his elderly father would be giving Director Zhao a ready-made reason and excuse. Director Zhao could then use this point to make things difficult for them, and the directors and vice presidents would all suffer the consequences. This was the real reason for Li Jiu's objection.

"Old Wu, the person you mentioned, can he really alleviate the ischemic condition?"

Doctor Yang asked anxiously. He hadn't quite grasped the full context, nor did he know Zhang Yang's true identity, but he understood one essential point: someone existed who could manage acute ischemia. After all, both cerebral thrombosis and cerebral infarction involved cerebral ischemia; the blockage of blood flow by clots was what led to such severe outcomes for the patient.

"Yes, he can!" Old Wu nodded lightly, affirming his statement.

He had witnessed it with his own eyes, so he was confident.

"Director Zhu, if such a person truly exists, our chances of success rise above fifty percent. We could at least pull the patient back from the brink of death!"

Director Yang glanced at Zhu Zhixiang and said softly. Currently, it was the doctors from the Third Hospital leading the emergency consultation; he was merely a guest with limited authority to speak, hence his advisory tone. However, he genuinely wanted the patient cured. Setting aside the patient's status, curing such a case would significantly boost their own reputations.

"Old Wu, how confident are you?" Zhu Zhixiang gritted his teeth and asked Old Wu.

"I have no confidence at all, but in that kid's hands, it's at least fifty to sixty percent certainty!"

Old Wu shook his head. He didn't know Zhang Yang that well, and after some thought, he settled on fifty to sixty percent—purely based on his faith in Zhang Yang. That single glimpse of Zhang Yang's wondrous needlework was something he could never forget.

"Fifty to sixty percent. Good! Send someone to fetch him immediately, bring him here as fast as possible!"

A glimmer of hope flashed in Zhu Zhixiang’s eyes. Gritting his teeth, he issued the direct command. Director Zhao's father was in dire straits; if he died here, Zhu Zhixiang would be the first to face ruin. Director Zhao himself was currently fine, and as long as the Director remained in power, finding a pretext to remove him would be far too easy. Such incidents had occurred countless times in the hospital—when a leader's relative wasn't saved, the director paid the price first.

Rather than wait for disaster, he might as well take a risk. That young man was so highly praised by Old Wu; he must possess extraordinary skill and might just change the outcome. At this desperate juncture, Zhu Zhixiang was clutching at straws, casting caution aside.

…………

Half an hour later, Zhang Yang appeared at the Third Hospital, though his expression was somewhat grim.

When people are desperate, their efforts yield immense power. In less than ten minutes, they had tracked down Zhang Yang's new address. Wang Guohai personally drove a car, leading a small party to Zhang Yang's rented place to bring him over.

When Wang Guohai arrived, Zhang Yang was chatting with Mi Xue on the balcony. Hu Xin and the others had already eaten and left, leaving a rare moment of leisurely peace for the couple. Being disturbed at a time like this, anyone would be unhappy.

However, upon hearing that a patient at the hospital was in critical danger, he followed immediately. Having been a doctor for so many years, he knew well that some acute emergencies could not be delayed.

"Xiao Zhang, you're here. Here is the medical file, take a look first!"

Zhang Yang was ushered directly into the office adjacent to the operating room. As soon as he entered, Old Wu greeted him; there was no time for pleasantries now.

Zhang Yang said nothing, merely nodding, and immediately picked up the medical file to study it closely.

Mi Xue stood beside Zhang Yang, curiously observing the doctors in white coats inside the office. The youngest among them was over forty. So many physicians significantly older than him had their gazes fixed solely on Zhang Yang.

"Ma, Doctor Ma, is this the person you were talking about?"

As Zhang Yang reviewed the chart, Doctor Yang’s eyes widened; he could finally not hold back his question. He was addressing Director Ma, with whom he had been assisting in surgery earlier.

Director Ma’s mouth curved into a hint of resignation as he nodded slightly. "Yes, this is him. Old Wu has great confidence in him; we must trust Old Wu!"

Though Director Ma said this, his inner thoughts were quite different. No matter how he looked at it, Zhang Yang was far too young. Placing the hope for such a critical illness on such a young person felt somewhat like a joke.