All Novel Full Chapter 672
Chapter 672: Chapter 664: So it turns out…
Chapter 672: Chapter 664: So it turns out…
“My son had an argument with his fiancée, she angered him so much that he collapsed on the spot, and his leg had just undergone surgery, now there’s a problem with the leg again, the other doctors are saying that his life might not even be savable.
The child’s mother has already reached her limit, she’s hospitalized too.”
“Doctor, please tell me.”
The man asked again, his fear palpable.
“How is my son?
Can he still live?
He’s my only child.
If something happens to him, wouldn’t that be the end of us?”
The man pounded his chest in distress, the pain making it hard for him to breathe.
“We need to observe him a bit longer,” Tang Yuxin organized the case files on her desk.
In fact, she already had some idea.
She had seen similar conditions in Chen Zhong’s notes, where a leg injury was the primary cause, and emotional distress a contributing factor.
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The man wanted to ask more, but seeing the disinterested look on Tang Yuxin’s face, he didn’t dare to press further.
He feared upsetting the doctor, knowing that it would be his son who would suffer in the end.
If it had been before, he would have loudly demanded answers and used money to bulldoze through any obstacle.
But now, he would rather kneel before the doctors, begging them to save his son.
Money was easy to come by, but a good doctor was not.
He had even heard that this young doctor was a genius of the hospital, truly a prodigy.
She must possess exceptional skills, and perhaps it was just that slight edge that could save his worthless son.
Otherwise, he would not have bypassed the closer hospitals to come here.
Only his son, to think that for a woman, he had reduced himself to such a state.
And what sin had he committed in a past life to have such a son who would go to such lengths over a woman.
Tang Yuxin then entered the ward, where the man was lying in the intensive care unit, isolated, with just one man lying inside.
She walked over and saw that the man’s complexion had improved significantly from the initial assessment, although still lacking much color, he now looked more like a normal person, though he had not yet regained consciousness.
Lifting the blanket, she took the man’s wrist, her fingers feeling his pulse.
After diagnosing for a while, her initial tenseness eased considerably.
When she came back, she had brought her silver needles for life-saving purposes, sterilized them, and began the acupuncture.
Chen-style Rejuvenation Acupuncture Technique flowed from her hands as if it were an instinct.
Knowing where the acupoints were, the depth and precision of needle insertion were almost intuitive.
In no time, the man’s complexion visibly improved, his breathing growing much stronger than before.
She reached out and removed the man’s oxygen, indeed, it was no longer needed.
All right, it’s taken care of.
After putting away the silver needles, Tang Yuxin stretched languidly.
Don’t ask why a man whose heart had stopped several times was now recovering just because she had administered a few needles.
In medicine, some things are inexplicable.
To put it simply, it’s also related to the patient’s will to live.
The vitality in this man was almost gone, and to replenish it, external surgery or continuous artificial nourishment are far from sufficient.
The fastest and most effective way is actually the body’s own replenishment of vitality.
And just like that, he recovered.
She left the intensive care unit and called for a nurse.
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“What’s the matter, Dr.
Tang?”
The nurse, too, showed a face of exhaustion.
Indeed, the night had been quite busy, so busy that up to this point, there had been no respite.
“There’s nothing particularly pressing,” Tang Yuxin pointed to the person inside, “just move him to the general ward.”
The nurse blinked her eyes in disbelief.
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They had been working tirelessly just for this patient, who was barely clinging to life a moment ago.
Was he now well enough to be transferred to a regular ward?
“Let’s go,” Tang Yuxin patted the nurse’s shoulder, “just hang in there a little longer, dawn is almost upon us.”
Indeed, dawn was near, and so was the end of their shift.
Only then did the nurse nod, somewhat dazedly walking into the ICU.
But upon laying eyes on the patient inside, she almost cried out in shock.
Of course, the sleepiness that was creeping into her eyes had instantly vanished.
No need for an examination, just a glance at his complexion was enough to tell that this person was utterly normal.
What had Dr.
Tang done?
She was a miracle worker, oh my god, she felt faint.
She hastily moved the patient to another bed, and of course, there was no need for further tests.
Tang Yuxin was a doctor herself, and she would certainly not make such a decision without certainty.
Once again, the middle-aged man stood before Tang Yuxin, nearly kneeling before her in gratitude.
“Dr.
Tang, my son woke up just now, and he apologized to me.
He said he would get better.
Dr.
Tang, I really can’t thank you enough.
If it weren’t for you, I might have been collecting my son’s corpse,” he corrected himself—not just his son, but his wife as well, leaving him alone in this world.
He might as well have died too.
“This is our duty,” Tang Yuxin replied politely.
She didn’t feel like she had done anything out of the ordinary; these were the responsibilities she held as a doctor.
Frankly, it was her obligation associated with donning this white coat and taking on this job.
The man still looked at her with grateful, tear-filled eyes, but was lost for words.
Tang Yuxin once again reviewed the patient’s medical record.
Jin Wenhan—the name was still so familiar, yet her memory was clear, and she didn’t recall much about this person.
But if a name was familiar to her, aside from those she knew, it could only be of a patient.
Her patients, she still remembered them all.
After all, she had just arrived at this hospital not too long ago.
The cases she had taken over were all critical, and on average, she heard their names at least a dozen, if not dozens of times a day.
However, the name Jin Wenhan carried a strange mixture of familiarity and foreignness.
It seemed she once performed a surgery on this person.
Jin Wenhan.
His legs.
A surname Jin?
Someone with the surname Jin?
“May I ask where your son received the surgery on his leg?”
Tang Yuxin set down the medical record and asked tentatively.
Based on the patient’s leg condition, recovery to this extent was not easy, and as far as she knew, she wasn’t aware of anyone else in the country who could perform orthopedic surgery to such perfection.
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