After just a few moments of pulse-taking, he claimed to be confident. This was hard to believe when they had previously used various cutting-edge instruments to examine the patient, knowing everything about her, and still couldn't claim certainty.

Could it be that Zhang Yang, with just a touch of his fingers, could achieve better results than their instrument readings combined with consultations involving multiple doctors?

Not only Liu Chaoqiang doubted this point, but the other two doctors did as well.

However, Wang Guohai was somewhat agitated. He had personally witnessed Zhang Yang's miraculous medical skills and retained a degree of faith in his words.

Zhang Yang ignored their expressions and turned back, smiling gently at Huang Ju.

"Auntie, what do you usually like to eat?"

Huang Ju, who had been looking at Zhang Yang in confusion, froze upon hearing the question.

Even Wang Guohai was momentarily taken aback. While it was true that many doctors inquired about a patient's usual diet, that was typically during the initial diagnosis. With Huang Ju’s condition already fully understood, asking about her eating habits seemed redundant.

Huang Ju turned her head again, glancing at Wang Guohai.

Wang Guohai nodded to her, and Huang Ju finally spoke: "I usually eat on schedule. I don't dislike anything in particular, nor do I have any strong favorites. Oh, right, I like bitter melon and water spinach!"

Living alone, Huang Ju wasn't a picky eater; she ate whatever the hospital cafeteria provided.

Hearing the words "bitter melon," Wang Guohai and the other doctors frowned slightly. Uterine prolapse was not well-suited for bitter melon, though a small amount wouldn't cause significant harm. The hospital usually didn't serve much of it anyway.

"What about snacks?"

Zhang Yang casually asked another question, glancing at the small mountain of shelled sunflower seed husks on the nearby table.

"I love snacks. My favorites are sunflower seeds and peanuts!"

When talking about snacks, Huang Ju’s demeanor clearly brightened compared to before. She instinctively reached out to grab some sunflower seeds to offer Zhang Yang, but midway through the motion, she remembered Zhang Yang was a consulting doctor and laughed awkwardly.

The doctor was there to treat her, not to share snacks.

"I see. You can eat fewer sunflower seeds and peanuts from now on. I will write you a prescription. Follow what's on it, and combine it with my treatment. I guarantee your condition will be cured within a month!"

Zhang Yang said with a smile. They had brought paper and pen when they came out, and Zhang Yang took them and began writing nearby.

Liu Chaoqiang pursed his lips. One month—Zhang Yang certainly dared to boast. However, he remained silent this time; the patient was present, and he understood basic decorum.

As Zhang Yang wrote the prescription, Wang Guohai desperately wanted to lean over and see, but he held back. Some doctors disliked being watched while writing prescriptions; he was one of them.

The prescription was written very quickly; Zhang Yang stopped in less than a minute.

"Director Wang, this prescription requires cooperation from the hospital. Please take a look first!"

After finishing, Zhang Yang didn't hand the paper to the patient but passed it directly to Wang Guohai.

Wang Guohai accepted the paper with confusion and immediately looked at it. With just one glance, Wang Guohai’s eyes widened in astonishment, and he exclaimed involuntarily, "Braised pork belly, twice-cooked pork, add lots of oil, eat more rice?"

Then he quickly questioned, "Zhang Yang, are you sure you wrote this prescription correctly?"

Liu Chaoqiang and the other two doctors crowded closer. Seeing the simple words on Zhang Yang's prescription, they were all stunned.

A faint sneer touched the corner of Liu Chaoqiang’s mouth; he felt a sense of vindication. He instantly concluded that Zhang Yang was deliberately seeking attention. Curing the patient in a month was impossible, and prescribing braised pork belly—this was a prescription form he had never seen or even heard of.

"Director Wang, let's step out and talk,"

Zhang Yang smiled and shook his head. With the patient present, certain things were inconvenient to say directly. In a medical consultation, some words should not be spoken to the patient.

Liu Chaoqiang and the other two doctors followed outside, and the group went to the nurses' station together.

Their arrival flustered the young nurses in the station, who quickly cleared seats for them. One nurse rushed to find them cups and pour tea.

"Zhang Yang, you can speak now,"

After sitting down, Wang Guohai asked impatiently. Zhang Yang’s prescription made him highly confused, giving him a feeling that it was almost farcical.

Liu Chaoqiang and the other two doctors also pricked up their ears, eager to hear Zhang Yang’s explanation. They had never encountered such a prescription either.

"Director Wang, the patient's uterus was not repositioned after two surgeries. I wonder if you have ever summarized the reasons why?"

Zhang Yang looked at Wang Guohai, smiled faintly, and turned the question back to him.

"Of course, we summarized. We performed reduction and repair, and we did uterine suspension surgery. Her condition is highly unusual; her uterus has completely prolapsed, placing her in the most severe category. Ordinary suspension procedures simply wouldn't suffice, leading to the final surgical failure!"

This time, Liu Chaoqiang spoke up. He had participated in both surgeries, and Zhang Yang’s mention of two failures felt like a direct jab at him.

"You had a summary, so why didn't you devise a solution?"

Zhang Yang stopped looking at Wang Guohai and turned to stare directly at Liu Chaoqiang, his tone laced with slight blame, though more like a reprimand.

Under Zhang Yang’s steady gaze, Liu Chaoqiang felt a slight flutter of panic.

But he quickly recovered and called out angrily, "How do you know we didn't devise solutions? We conducted extensive research, invited specialists from major hospitals, considered increasing the suspension strength, and looked into repairing the swollen inner lining—it’s just that these methods were infeasible for various reasons!"

By this point, even Wang Guohai was looking at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang’s words seemed to target the entire hospital staff. They had failed to cure the patient, but it wasn't for lack of trying. They were anxious to treat the patient and discharge her quickly, as keeping her hospitalized was certainly becoming a major problem.

Liu Chaoqiang’s statement elicited only a slight chuckle and another shake of Zhang Yang’s head. "What good does that do? In the end, you only sought reasons within technical confines. Your thinking is rigid and uninspired. No wonder there has been no real progress!"

"What did you say? Who are you calling rigid and uninspired?"

Liu Chaoqiang jolted momentarily, then roared in anger.

The nearby nurses were startled by his shout. They all knew Liu Chaoqiang; in their eyes, he was a very stern man, and seeing him erupt was far more terrifying.

"What? Are you unconvinced?"

Zhang Yang sneered. Liu Chaoqiang sprang to his feet, but the two doctors beside him quickly restrained him, preventing an immediate physical confrontation with Zhang Yang.

If a fight had broken out, Zhang Yang wouldn't have been afraid; with his thin arms and legs, he could have tossed Liu Chaoqiang out with one hand.

"Zhang Yang, you still don't fully grasp the situation. Don't speak so carelessly,"

Wang Guohai sighed, saying softly to Zhang Yang, his expression quite serious. He was somewhat displeased with Zhang Yang's words. If Liu Chaoqiang failed due to rigid thinking, didn't that imply the Director himself was equally constrained? He had personally overseen this patient's case, but simply lacked effective solutions.

"The situation isn't nearly as complicated as you describe; it's quite simple. You just overcomplicated the issue!"

Zhang Yang shook his head again. His tone softened considerably when addressing Wang Guohai; his earlier comments were primarily aimed at Liu Chaoqiang. However, the implication that all the doctors were culpable remained unchanged.

Wang Guohai's brow twitched, and he slowly managed to calm his slightly agitated heartbeat before asking, "Zhang Yang, do you have an idea? If you do, just say it directly so we can all research its feasibility!"

"I do have an idea, and it’s very simple. That prescription I wrote is aimed at the patient. Don't you think the patient is severely underweight?"

Zhang Yang nodded and said quietly, finally posing a question back to them.

Underweight?

Wang Guohai’s brow twitched again. He hadn't expected Zhang Yang to suggest this. The patient was indeed very thin, her complexion sallow—a common result of prolonged, severe illness affecting the entire body.

The other two doctors exchanged glances, their eyes filled with bewilderment.

Liu Chaoqiang, meanwhile, had calmed down. He could sit without needing support. Physically assaulting a colleague in the hospital was a serious offense, even if Zhang Yang were just an intern. Furthermore, the Dean placed great importance on Zhang Yang; if he had resorted to violence, he would have been the one to suffer the consequences.

Wang Guohai's brow suddenly furrowed tightly, and he kept shaking his head to himself.

"No, no!"

Wang Guohai muttered a few words, then fiercely grabbed the medical chart, studying it closely.

Wang Guohai’s reaction brought a smile to Zhang Yang’s face. It seemed Wang Guohai finally grasped his meaning. If he could understand with just a little guidance, that was better than the others. The other two doctors still appeared thoroughly confused.

"I get it, so that’s the root cause! The root cause is here!"

Wang Guohai suddenly shouted, sounding visibly excited. The nearby nurses were startled; none of them had expected the usually stern Director Wang to exhibit such a side.

"Director Wang, I don't understand what you mean?"

One of the doctors nearby cautiously leaned in and asked softly. Wang Guohai's demeanor baffled him, though he was intensely curious.

"You still don't understand?"

Wang Guohai glared, then immediately continued, "Zhang Yang is absolutely right. We were stuck looking for technical reasons all along, putting the cart before the horse, and neglecting the fundamental issue of this illness. If we haven't found the true root cause, how could we possibly cure the patient!"

Wang Guohai glanced at Zhang Yang and continued, "Now I finally understand. Dr. Zhang’s prescription is correct; it should be written exactly like that. Haha, I never would have imagined that a prescription could call for braised pork belly. This prescription is fascinating, truly fascinating!"

Wang Guohai laughed heartily as he spoke, his quiet voice brimming with excitement. Zhang Yang stood to the side, smiling and nodding.