Liu Chaoqiang also leaned in, a bad premonition stirring in his heart. Seeing Wang Guohai’s expression, he seemed to agree with Zhang Yang's treatment method—prescribing braised pork belly to cure an illness. This sounded utterly preposterous.

“Director Wang, could you explain in more detail!”

One of the doctors finally couldn't hold back and blurted out the question. Up until this point, they still couldn't grasp Wang Guohai’s meaning.

“It’s actually quite simple!”

Wang Guohai smiled, glancing towards Zhang Yang.

“Truly simple. I’ve just carefully reviewed the medical record. The patient wasn't this thin when she first came in. Losing weight due to illness is normal, but being excessively thin will negatively impact the illness itself!”

Wang Guohai spoke slowly, spreading the chart open so everyone could see.

When Huang Ju first sought treatment, she weighed 126 jin; for her height, she was slightly overweight. Now, Huang Ju barely weighed 90 jin—a significant loss.

“The patient is too thin. After losing so much weight, her uterus and its walls have contracted, which has exacerbated her condition, leading to complete uterine prolapse!”

Wang Guohai murmured, shaking his head slightly as he spoke.

As he explained, the other two doctors seemed to grasp something, their eyes widening.

“We always knew weight loss affected the condition, but we never paid attention to this point as the primary cause, searching only within the pathology for solutions. This means we were on the wrong track from the start; no wonder we couldn’t cure her!”

Wang Guohai sighed again. The two doctors’ eyes grew brighter, and they finally nodded firmly in unison.

They finally understood Wang Guohai’s point, and thus, the significance of Zhang Yang’s prescription.

Nearby, Liu Chaoqiang’s eyes were also wide open.

Liu Chaoqiang wasn't stupid; he was an attending physician with decent medical skills. Hearing Wang Guohai’s explanation, he understood what was happening.

No one had expected that the root of the patient’s ailment lay within her own body.

Previously, they had only focused on how to restore the uterus to its proper position. Since it was uterine prolapse, successful reduction meant the disease was cured. They never considered that there might be another way to improve her underlying condition.

That method was incredibly simple: gain weight.

By gaining weight, the entire body would become plumper, and the uterus would naturally enlarge, with its walls becoming thicker. Then, a simple suspension surgery could successfully reposition the entire uterus.

The problem was truly simple, yet because they were fixated on solving the patient's issue through medical procedures, they had overlooked this basic fact.

Forget them; even the specialists at the major hospitals were the same. They trusted their medical expertise too much, persistently seeking reasons for surgical failure while ignoring minor external factors.

Instead, Zhang Yang, a practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM), saw the situation more clearly than they did.

TCM culture inherently differs from Western medicine. TCM emphasizes nurturing life, and within TCM, there’s the concept that dietary therapy is superior to mere medication. Zhang Yang always approached problems holistically; after taking the patient's pulse today, he had already identified the most critical element.

That was why he wrote such a prescription.

Both braised pork belly and twice-cooked pork are excellent for rapid weight gain. Adding more oil, consuming more staple foods, and cutting back on snacks could quickly boost the patient’s weight in a short time.

However, that approach carried certain risks. Zhang Yang possessed a special acupuncture technique that could assist the patient, helping her gain weight quickly without adverse effects on her body.

That was why he dared to promise a cure within a month.

Once her weight increased, and the uterus and its walls returned to their original state, the subsequent issues would become much simpler. The upcoming surgery would not fail again. After the operation, the patient could recover quickly and achieve a complete cure.

“Zhang Yang, listening to you speak is better than studying for ten years!”

The doctor sitting next to Wang Guohai suddenly exclaimed with deep emotion. The doctor beside him also strongly agreed with a nod.

Before this, none of them had considered this angle; they had all been stuck in a rut, relentlessly seeking a solution through conventional medical methods.

Indeed, many doctors were like this—overly confident in their skills and reliant on modern science. “Dr. Li, what you just said is inaccurate. The person speaking just now was Director Wang; you should direct that remark to Director Wang instead!”

Zhang Yang smiled. The doctor who had addressed him was surnamed Li, Li Xia—a female attending physician in her forties, one of the backbone forces in the hospital’s gynecology department.

Wang Guohai paused sharply, then called out, “Zhang Yang, while I said it, I wouldn't have been able to articulate these points without your reminder!”

What he said was true; without Zhang Yang prompting him, he would never have considered this aspect.

Now, they had finally found the primary cause, breaking free from their previous stalemate. This meant the patient’s illness could indeed be resolved easily. A major problem that had long troubled him could finally be solved.

“Director Wang, I wish to personally take charge of this patient. I have an acupuncture method that can improve the patient’s constitution with half the effort, achieving twice the result!”

Zhang Yang smiled, dropping the argument about who deserved credit, and directly proposed his idea.

For the patient to gain weight safely, his specialized acupuncture was essential. With it, within half a month, the patient would gain sufficient weight without any negative impact on her health. Following that, surgery could be performed, and after a period of post-operative care, the patient would be nearly fully recovered.

“Good, no problem. You will be responsible for this patient from now on!”

Wang Guohai, in high spirits, immediately agreed. Since Zhang Yang found the treatment method, it was natural for him to take charge. As long as the patient was cured, Wang Guohai didn't care who was the lead physician.

He didn't care, but that didn't mean others didn't. Liu Chaoqiang’s face turned quite grim. He had been the one responsible for this patient all along. Now that a viable treatment existed, to hand the patient over to Zhang Yang made him feel like his achievement was being snatched away. At that moment, he failed to consider that the treatment concept itself originated from Zhang Yang—without him, they would never have thought in this direction.

One must admit, this revealed a profoundly selfish person.

“Director Wang, this patient is mine. Furthermore, he is merely an intern and is not qualified to be directly in charge of a patient!”

Liu Chaoqiang quickly interjected. Curing this patient was a perfect opportunity to redeem his previous failures, and it counted as credit he couldn't stand to see taken.

He didn't think about the origin of the idea, but others certainly did. Hearing his words, Wang Guohai’s face immediately darkened.

“The patient was yours previously, but what have you accomplished? Zhang Yang isn't qualified, you say? Then I will take direct responsibility for this patient, and Zhang Yang will assist me. Is that acceptable?”

With that, Wang Guohai snorted, picked up the chart, stood up, and cheerfully headed toward the ward with Zhang Yang.

The consultation had concluded, and they now had a new treatment plan targeting the patient's condition. Naturally, they could return to the room to deliver the good news.

The other two doctors glanced at Liu Chaoqiang and shook their heads together. They couldn't fathom why Liu Chaoqiang would fight over the patient at this moment. What was most outrageous was his using Zhang Yang's intern status as leverage—it was a direct contradiction of Wang Guohai’s decision. Director Wang had just agreed with Zhang Yang without mentioning his status.

Now, Wang Guohai had firmly taken the patient under his own wing, and no one could object, as he was the head of the Obstetrics and Gynecology department. Although the patient appeared to be under his charge, everyone knew who the real responsible party would be. Once the patient was cured, Wang Guohai would certainly hand the credit back to Zhang Yang. As a department director, he had no need, nor inclination, to steal that credit.

The four of them departed, leaving Liu Chaoqiang standing alone, his face fluctuating between ashen and pale. Liu Chaoqiang glared resentfully at the retreating figures and then also left. However, he did not go to the ward but straight to his office. The patient was no longer his responsibility; there was no need to follow. Moreover, he was boiling with bottled-up anger, anger that had nowhere to vent, which only deepened his resentment toward Zhang Yang. In turn, he even began to hate Director Wang.

When the group returned, the patient, Huang Ju, was leisurely eating sunflower seeds and watching television. Seeing them return so quickly, Huang Ju immediately sat up straight. Consultations in the past usually meant days of absence; she never expected them back so soon. Simultaneously, she noticed that the Doctor Liu who usually attended to her was absent this time.

Soon, however, she stopped paying attention to these minor details.

Director Wang directly informed her that her condition had seen a major breakthrough, and the hospital was highly confident in treating her. Henceforth, Director Wang would personally oversee her treatment, with Doctor Zhang assisting. This Doctor Zhang possessed very magical acupuncture skills that would first help restore her body. Additionally, her daily diet would change; the hospital canteen would specially prepare meals for her.

With delicious food promised, Huang Ju naturally had no objection, though she felt a twinge of regret about having to stop eating snacks. She often lived alone without children and frequently passed the time watching television; not munching on something while watching always felt slightly unnatural. But to cure her illness, she would obey the doctors and cooperate with the treatment this time. Anyone who has suffered through illness for over half a year, constantly tormented by pain, becomes highly compliant. Compared to eating snacks, escaping the agony was paramount.

In the ward, Wang Guohai immediately drafted a simple treatment plan based on Zhang Yang’s specifications. The treatment was under Wang Guohai’s purview, but the actual implementation would be handled by Zhang Yang.

Once the plan was set, Zhang Yang gave Huang Ju her first acupuncture session—a simple session designed to stimulate her appetite, finished in under fifteen minutes. By dinnertime, Huang Ju would eat significantly more than before, and her body would absorb the nutrients better.

This is the guaranteed second chapter. This specific case was one Xiao Yu heard about before. There was a more complex reason involved that Xiao Yu has forgotten, so it was omitted. Readers, please do not scrutinize this too closely; after all, this is a novel meant to serve the plot!