"Dean! Dean! I beg you, please don't give up treatment, save my son again, please!"
On the way back, Han Lang saw a middle-aged woman kneeling on the ground, constantly begging the doctor. Beside her, a boy lay on a mobile bed, his face pale and his breath weak.
"His life is hanging by a thread, at most three days left!"
Han Lang glanced at the child from afar and immediately came to a conclusion in his heart.
Meanwhile, the doctor on the other side was indifferent, unmoved.
"It's not me giving up, it's you giving up. If you can't afford imported medicine, there's nothing I can do!"
"But... but... the hospital's medicine is expensive, over two hundred thousand yuan a day in medical fees. We really can't afford it!"
'Hiss!'
The onlookers gasped in shock.
"What medicine is it? Over two hundred thousand a day?"
"Is it an immortal elixir? Is this treating an illness or cultivating immortality!"
"It's probably price gouging. Doctors nowadays have no conscience!"
"I need to transfer my father to another hospital quickly!"
......
Hearing the crowd's discussion, the dean became anxious.
"Madam! Treating an illness naturally costs money! Our ICU rooms are equipped with the best imported equipment, and your son is using all imported medicine. If you can't afford it, you can't blame the hospital. You can only blame your son for not being born into a good family!"
The dean's words made the crowd even more astonished.
"Tsk tsk tsk... Listen to that, are those human words?"
"Are children from poor families not even qualified to be sick?"
"I can only say that the Gou family is truly despicable! If it were someone else, they wouldn't say such vicious words!"
The Gou family?
Han Lang was a little surprised. He quickly took out the admission form and saw that the hospital name was clearly written as:
Qingtian Hospital!
"Isn't Qingtian Private Hospital the Gou family's hospital?"
Han Lang sneered.
"Since it's a narrow path for enemies, I'll collect some interest first."
There was no conclusion on who was right or wrong in the bar incident, but he would eventually settle the score for the Gou family's arrogance in beating him and his father to the brink of death!
With that thought, he resolutely stepped forward and approached the sickbed. While carefully feeling the child's pulse, he said faintly:
"A good doctor treats illness, a mediocre doctor scams money! Madam, you need to open your eyes when seeking medical help!"
Han Lang's opening was filled with sarcasm.
The middle-aged woman was a bit confused.
But the dean's expression tightened, and he frowned, looking at the uninvited guest coldly and saying:
"Young man, what do you mean by that?"
"Nothing much. A doctor's heart should be benevolent. I just can't stand to see patients suffer!"
Hearing this, the middle-aged woman's eyes lit up.
"Young man, do you mean my son can still be saved?"
"Of course!"
"Pfft~"
Han Lang's answer made the dean scoff.
"This child's organs have already failed by more than eighty percent. Even I, Gou Xingzhi, can only prolong his life with special medicine. Are you, a young brat, more capable than me, a distinguished overseas returnee with a doctorate in Western medicine?"
Gou Xingzhi's words immediately cast doubt on Han Lang's abilities among the crowd.
"Dean Gou is right. This young man is so young, how can he be more capable than Dean Gou?"
"Exactly! Dean Gou is one of the most authoritative Western medicine practitioners in the entire Lecheng!"
"I think this kid is bragging!"
......
The crowd's discussion made Gou Xingzhi beam with joy, but Han Lang paid no attention. He simply said calmly:
"I don't really care who is more capable, but I will never do something like failing to cure an illness and then scamming money under the guise of special medicine!"
Han Lang's words enlightened everyone.
"That makes sense! Knowing they can't cure it, but still using expensive special medicine, isn't that just trying to drain the patient's value?"
"Dean Gou may have excellent medical skills, but this is too unethical!"
"Alas, the poor can't afford to be sick!"
......
Gou Xingzhi, having been exposed, became somewhat flustered.
"Treating an illness costs money, and it's a matter of mutual consent, as it should be. Who do you think you are, speaking nonsense here?"
Han Lang smiled slightly and did not argue further with Gou Xingzhi.
Since he intended to slap the Gou family in the face, he couldn't just stop at words. Only by surpassing them in action could he naturally make them lose face.
With that thought, he helped the middle-aged woman who had been kneeling on the ground, and said to her:
"Madam, your son's condition is very serious. If he's not treated soon, he might not live for three days. If you agree, I'll start the treatment now!"
As she was asked to make a decision, a hint of hesitation flashed in the middle-aged woman's eyes. This stranger was, after all, someone she had just met. Should she trust him?
But if she didn't trust him, and couldn't afford the special medicine, her child would die at any moment.
Realizing this, the middle-aged woman finally decided to take a gamble, treating him as a dead horse that might be revived by a living doctor. She immediately replied:
"I agree, I agree! Please do your best to save my son!"
Upon receiving the answer, Han Lang was not hesitant. He immediately took out silver needles.
Just as he was about to insert the needles, Gou Xingzhi's shout made him pause.
"Wait!"
"Kid! I have no objection to you treating him, but if you kill someone in our hospital, you'll have to bear the responsibility yourself!"
Han Lang knew that Gou Xingzhi was saying this to shirk responsibility, but he still inserted the silver needles without hesitation.
His movements were swift. Each silver needle, after being sterilized, was accurately inserted into a major acupoint on the boy's body.
A total of seventeen needles were inserted, but the boy's body showed no reaction.
This made Gou Xingzhi feel a bit smug.
"Hmph! At such a young age, you dare to challenge the authority of Western medicine. Who do you think you are?"
Gou Xingzhi's schadenfreude led the crowd to criticize Han Lang.
"Alas... At this age, where can you find a good TCM doctor!"
"This mother is really bold to entrust her child's life to such a person."
"Exactly! If she hadn't agreed then, the child might have lived a few more days!"
......
Hearing the discussions, the middle-aged woman also showed a hint of regret.
However, Han Lang showed no intention of stopping.
As the last needle was inserted into the boy's chest, the other seventeen needles seemed to find their anchor, emitting a humming sound like a hundred birds paying homage to a phoenix.
At the same time, within the boy's body, unseen by everyone, the eighteen silver needles formed a large formation. With the support of this formation, the boy's weakened organs began to radiate vitality as if stimulated.
"Is this... 'Nirvana' from the 'Eighteen Needles of Shennong'?"
An old man passing by was so shocked by this scene that his jaw dropped. However, no one noticed him at this moment, because the boy on the sickbed seemed to have woken up!
"Mom... Mommy!"
The boy's voice was very weak, but he had truly opened his eyes and called out to his mother.
The middle-aged woman's eyes instantly welled up with tears. She caressed her son's gradually rosy face and responded gently and lovingly.
"Tongtong, don't be afraid, Mommy is here, Mommy is here!"
The surrounding crowd was in an uproar again, and even Gou Xingzhi was full of disbelief.
"Slap!"
"Slap, slap!"
Someone started it, and soon thunderous applause erupted from all around.
Facing the praise, Han Lang remained calm.
As he withdrew the needles, he looked at Gou Xingzhi with disdain and said:
"You repeatedly asked me who I am, and now I will tell you!"
"From now on, I will treat the illnesses that Qingtian Hospital cannot cure!"
"Also, listen carefully!"
"I will take in patients that the hospital dares not take! I will take care of patients that the hospital dares not manage!"
"In a word! I will manage the patients that your hospital can manage, and I will manage the patients that your hospital cannot manage!"
"A benevolent doctor, practicing medicine for the people! This is me!"
"Is that clear enough?"
His gaze was piercing, leaving Gou Xingzhi speechless for a moment.
Then, he walked to the hospital front desk on his own, got paper and pen, wrote something, and instructed the middle-aged woman:
"The child has been ill for a long time, so excessive tonics are not advisable. After returning home, pay attention to a light diet and avoid greasy food. You can drink more fish soup."
"This is a prescription for strengthening the foundation and cultivating vital energy. The medicinal ingredients are common and can be found anywhere. Boil three bowls of water down to one bowl. Take one dose in the morning and one in the evening!"
"In addition, the child needs two more acupuncture sessions, ten days apart each time. Remember to come find me then! This is my phone number."
The middle-aged woman took the prescription and bowed deeply to Han Lang with overwhelming gratitude.
"Thank you, miracle doctor! Thank you, miracle doctor! I've already sold everything I own to pay for treatment, and I don't know how to repay you!"
Han Lang quickly helped her up and casually pointed to the exquisite hairpin on the middle-aged woman's head.
"A benevolent doctor's fee is voluntary. Your hairpin is very exquisite, how about it as my consultation fee?"
This statement undoubtedly slapped Gou Xingzhi in the face!
Even the surrounding crowd discussed it.
"Indeed, a hidden master who treats money like dirt! Admirable!"
"Compared to Qingtian Hospital's greed, this is truly outstanding!"
"This is true benevolence in medicine!"
......
Gou Xingzhi's old face turned red.
The middle-aged woman hurriedly took off the hairpin and respectfully handed it to Han Lang.
"Thank you for your great kindness, miracle doctor. I will find a way to make up for the consultation fee."
Han Lang waved his hand, unconcerned, then pushed the wheelchair and squeezed through the crowd, appearing like a master who hid his achievements and fame.
Seeing this, the old man in the crowd hurried after him.
"Young man, please wait!"
"Is there something you need, sir?"
The corridor where Han Lang was was empty, so he could confirm that the old man was calling him.
"I am Sun Liansheng, Chairman of the Chinese Medicine Association. Forgive my intrusion, may I ask if what you just performed was the 'Nirvana' from the long-lost 'Eighteen Needles of Shennong'?"
Han Lang was somewhat surprised. The 'Eighteen Needles of Shennong' were extremely difficult to learn and were never passed down. How did this old man know about it?
"That's right! Sir, how do you know?"
"It's the greatest fortune of my life! The greatest fortune of my life! I never thought that at my age, I would have the honor to witness such an ancient divine skill. I can die without regrets."
Sun Liansheng was extremely excited, as if he hadn't heard Han Lang's question.
However, he soon realized he had lost his composure and immediately apologized.
"I'm sorry, young man. I'm just too excited."
"To be honest, I was fortunate enough to see an introduction to the 'Eighteen Needles of Shennong' in an ancient physician's autobiography. That senior, like me, had the緣 to see it. Moreover, according to him, to perform the 'Eighteen Needles of Shennong', one must first learn the extremely difficult 'Shenxi Hand'. Is that true?"
Hearing Sun Liansheng's explanation, Han Lang was mostly relieved.
Although the 'Eighteen Needles of Shennong' were not passed down, it was not surprising that someone had seen them in the long river of history.
"That's true! The 'Eighteen Needles of Shennong' must be performed in conjunction with the 'Shenxi Hand'!"
"Then... then..."
Sun Liansheng was so excited he was speechless.
Although the 'Shenxi Hand' was lost, it was always considered the pinnacle of acupuncture techniques in the legends of the Chinese medicine world.
Not to mention the 'Eighteen Needles of Shennong', even ordinary acupuncture techniques, when performed with the 'Shenxi Hand', would have their effects greatly enhanced.
"Then, young sir, would you be willing to teach me a few moves? This old man is willing to become your disciple!"