Ju Hua Zai Liu Lang

Chapter 214 Poisoned

"Poisoned?" Roland pondered, "We've already examined him with various instruments and drawn blood, and everything appears normal. If he were truly poisoned, it's impossible that we wouldn't be able to detect it?"

She wasn't questioning Li Se's medical skills, merely expressing genuine confusion.

But as soon as she spoke, Dean Qian beside her assumed Roland was casting doubt. He sneered, "So, President Roland, how could someone so young possibly know Traditional Chinese Medicine? It's better to let him leave. Poisoned, you say? What a joke. Do you think our Western medical examinations are for nothing?"

"Young people these days don't follow the proper path."

"I knew it, how could someone so young be skilled in TCM?"

"So he's a fraud then."

Many doctors at the sanatorium began to mock him.

Roland stated coldly, "What do you know? Li's diagnosis will not be wrong. His medical skills are far superior to mine!"

Dean Qian immediately fell silent, wondering inwardly. Wasn't she just questioning him a moment ago? Why was she supporting this young man now? He couldn't understand it at all.

However, he dared not offend Roland easily. She was the president of the American Medical Association, and even setting aside that title, Roland's background was not something a mere sanatorium dean could offend.

Ignoring Dean Qian, Roland turned to Li Se and asked, "Li, what kind of poison is this patient infected with?"

"We'll know once we test it," Li Se said. He took out his acupuncture needles, disinfected them with spiritual energy, and was about to insert them into the patient's finger.

"Stop!" Dean Qian hastily shouted.

"Dean Qian, is there a problem?" Li Se asked with a frown.

"Although you were recommended by President Roland, this is a sanatorium, and I am the dean. I am responsible for the patient. You can examine him, but you cannot treat him!" Dean Qian's attitude was resolute.

If Li Se were a Western doctor, he might have allowed him to treat the patient. But as a practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine, it was almost impossible.

He fundamentally did not believe that TCM could cure diseases, and now it was a young man – this was pure nonsense.

"Dean Qian, I can vouch for Li!" Roland said.

"President Roland, this isn't a matter of vouching or not," Dean Qian explained. "This is the rule of our sanatorium. This young man might have good skills, but we truly cannot allow him to treat the patient. It breaks the rules, unless the patient's family agrees."

Roland was somewhat displeased and was about to say something when Li Se patted her shoulder and then said to Dean Qian, "Please notify the patient's family."

Dean Qian nodded and immediately went to inform the patient's family. The family member was the patient's wife. Upon hearing that a young TCM doctor was to treat her husband, she immediately disagreed, "I disagree! How can I possibly let my husband be treated by a barefoot TCM doctor?"

Dean Qian seemed to have anticipated this outcome and said with a smile, "President Roland, you see, it's not that our sanatorium disagrees, but the family is unwilling. We must respect the family's wishes!"

In any case, he would not believe that someone Li Se's age could be a skilled TCM doctor.

"Please believe Li, his medical skills are absolutely fine," Roland naturally had to speak up for Li Se.

"I absolutely disagree!" The woman's attitude was very firm.

Li Se smiled and asked, "Have you been feeling fatigued and drowsy frequently lately?"

"Yes, how did you know?" The woman was somewhat surprised. Her mental state had indeed been poor recently, often feeling sleepy. Once she fell asleep, she would sleep for a long time.

"I am a doctor, so I can see it," Li Se smiled slightly and wrote out a prescription. "This is due to an irregular lifestyle. After taking this prescription for three days, you will recover. Also, eat more fruits and vegetables, and increase your exercise."

"Thank you, Doctor!" The woman immediately believed Li Se. "I agree to let you treat my husband."

"This doesn't follow the rules..." Dean Qian truly hadn't expected Li Se to win over the patient's family so easily and tried to intervene.

The woman waved her hand, "There are no such rules. I believe him."

Dean Qian couldn't say anything more.

Only then did Li Se insert the acupuncture needles into the patient's finger. Blood flowed out. Initially, the blood was bright red and unremarkable, but after about ten seconds, the bright red blood turned black.

"What is happening?" Roland exclaimed in surprise.

"It should be a contagious virus with a relatively long incubation period," Li Se said with considerable gravity.

Upon hearing about a contagious virus, many people present showed fear. Charles, in particular, yelled, "Quick, put on masks and protective clothing! What if we get infected?"

"With Li here, what are you afraid of?" Roland said with slight displeasure, then looked at Li Se and asked, "My dear Li, do you have a way to treat this?"

"Acupuncture is needed!" Li Se nodded and took out the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate.

"This... this is the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate?" someone with discerning eyes exclaimed.

Although everyone present was a Western doctor, it didn't mean no one knew about TCM acupuncture. The one who recognized the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate was an older Western doctor who enjoyed reading TCM books. He had seen introductions to the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate, and the pictures were identical to the needles Li Se held.

Li Se looked at the older Western doctor and smiled, "I didn't expect a Western doctor like you to know about the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate."

"How much does this set of needles cost?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"Likely over ten million..." the older Western doctor mumbled.

Many people couldn't help but gasp. My goodness, what was going on with TCM? The learning difficulty was already immense, and a set of needles cost over ten million. Was it trying to reach the heavens?

"This is not surprising," the older Western doctor said with a smile upon seeing everyone's shock. "In ancient China, TCM was the primary form of medicine, and acupuncture was indispensable. Ancient famous physicians would naturally have sets of fine needles made for them, and even emperors would have sets made to reward these famous physicians. These needles were naturally priceless, and could even be collected as antiques."

Li Se sighed upon hearing this. Such valuable needles were rare on the market nowadays; many had already been collected by wealthy individuals, and some were even unaccounted for. An item used for healing being hidden away rendered it truly useless.

After more than ten minutes of acupuncture, Li Se withdrew the needles and said to the woman, "He is fine now and will wake up shortly."

"Thank you, divine doctor!" the woman said gratefully.

The sanatorium staff immediately examined the patient and, after confirming there were no issues, Dean Qian sighed, "This is a divine doctor!"

Many doctors at the sanatorium nodded repeatedly. To possess such medical skills at such a young age, his future was bound to be extraordinary.

Li Se and Roland soon left the ward and went for a stroll in a nearby garden.

"My dear Li, you are truly amazing. We couldn't diagnose it, but you confirmed it with just a pulse diagnosis," Roland said, looking at Li Se with a hint of adoration.

"It's normal for instruments to not be able to detect this poison, because it has an incubation period," Li Se said nonchalantly.

"Li, I want you!"

Looking at Li Se before her, Roland's hormones surged. She suddenly lunged at Li Se.

Caught off guard, Li Se was pushed to the ground by Roland.

"President Roland, don't be rash," Li Se said, trying to break free, but Roland's legs and arms clung to him like an octopus, firmly locked.

Roland said excitedly, "Don't resist, the more you resist, the more excited I get. Let's do it right here, how about it?"