Lu Xuan insisted on giving it a try, and Ye Xiang didn't mind letting this rising star in the field of traditional Chinese medicine experience what's known as a difficult and complicated disease.

The patient in the room next door had been hospitalized for three days. Although he had regained consciousness, his blood pressure remained high. Even Western medicine, known for its quick results, hadn't found a good solution. Could traditional Chinese medicine really help?

He admitted that traditional Chinese medicine indeed had its wonders.

But could Western medicine become the mainstream today for no reason?

Did he and Li Haoguo, both chief physicians, get to where they were through mere connections?

To put it bluntly, some associate chief physicians might slack off, but a chief physician must have some skills. They all have their own understanding of certain diseases, otherwise, they wouldn't qualify for this position.

Especially Ye Xiang, director of the neurology department—how could he have reached this position without some capability?

Want to give it a try?

Then go ahead and try.

However, Director Li Haoguo was clearly a compassionate person. He also knew about the difficult patient in the next room. The person was hard to handle, and the illness was stubborn. They had tried many methods in vain. Could traditional Chinese medicine really have a solution?

That was hard to say.

Li Haoguo politely suggested, "Dr. Lu, how about we give it a miss tonight? It's quite late, and it would be bad to delay your rest. If it were Friday, staying up late wouldn't be an issue, and you could just sleep in the next day. But you still have work tomorrow, and everyone's energy is limited. Staying up too late isn't ideal."

"Director Li, it's fine. I usually don't sleep early," Lu Xuan shook his head, thinking he might regret it later if he gives up this chance to gain more experience.

Lu Xuan didn't want to miss a single opportunity to improve himself.

Li Haoguo felt helpless. Truly, Lu Xuan wouldn't turn back until he hit a dead end.

Seeing Lu Xuan's determination, Li Haoguo said no more, thinking he'd step in to mediate if things didn't work out later.

"Director Ye, could you perhaps communicate with the patient first?" Ye Xiang, being the head of neurology, still needed to nod his approval on this matter.

Ye Xiang nodded. He had planned to check on the patient in the next room anyway, so it wouldn't take extra time to ask.

Ye Xiang came out shortly after entering the ward, and said softly, "The patient agreed. The old man is eager to get discharged. Hearing that we're considering trying traditional Chinese methods, he couldn't be more willing."

Upon hearing this, Lu Xuan felt a surge of joy, having worried moments ago that the patient might not agree.

Not long after, the group rushed into the next room.

After entering, Lu Xuan first inquired about some of the patient's conditions.

The ward was a two-person room. The patient Ye Xiang referred to was named Gui Rongrun, a sixty-five-year-old worker at a machinery factory, who had come to the Ninth Hospital for treatment due to persistent drooling.

For nearly five years, he'd often suffered from headaches, dizziness, palpitations, and insomnia. With a history of high blood pressure, he had suddenly felt dizzy and faint early in the morning three days ago, and after defecation, couldn't stand, collapsing to the ground. After being lifted by his family, they discovered his right side was paralyzed, he couldn't move, had a stiff tongue, couldn't speak, and drooled. Checking at the hospital revealed a stroke.

After understanding the patient's condition, Lu Xuan didn't rush to use acupuncture. He planned to take the pulse first.

Western medical judgment does not equate to traditional Chinese medicine's differentiation; they differ.

The body's Yin and Yang, excess or deficiency, could only be gauged through taking the pulse.

It wasn't something a few test results could determine.

However, while Lu Xuan wasn't in a rush, Gui Rongrun's son was impatient: "Doctor, can my dad be cured quickly? I've been almost driven crazy by the old man demanding discharge every day, urging me to find Dr. Ye every day."

Lu Xuan glanced at the young man: "Your dad's condition doesn't allow discharge yet. If he were discharged, it wouldn't just be paralysis; it might cost a life."

The young man looked helpless: "That's what I've been telling dad. He just doesn't believe it, insists on getting discharged, fearing losing his work. At this age, he still can't consider resting and enjoying life."

Gui Rongrun, for his part, never stopped his mouth, and even though his speech was unclear, if it were otherwise, the ward would've been deafened by the commotion.

Lu Xuan could now see the strength of this patient Ye Xiang had described.

If he spoke clearer and moved around, he might demolish the hospital.

With the patient anxious, Lu Xuan didn't waste time and directly stated, "Don't worry, let me take your father's pulse first."

Fortunately, Gui Rongrun was cooperative in this regard; as soon as Lu Xuan spoke, he extended his hand.

Lu Xuan promptly placed his fingers on the pulse positions.

Before long, he checked the pulse on the other hand and examined the tongue coating.

The pulses were slippery, rapid, and forceful; the tongue was red with a yellow, greasy coating.

Receiving insights from the Heart's Voice, Lu Xuan didn't rush into acupuncture, instead looking toward a few interns, "Any of you want to try taking a pulse?"

The group was startled, somewhat incredulously.

But they also hesitated, unsure whether to step forward.

Lu Xuan had to say, "Opportunities should be seized; if you shrink back, how can you accumulate clinical experience? Without experience, no matter how good your grades are, you won't be able to treat patients. If you can't treat patients, what's the point of studying medicine?"

"Is it just to get a diploma and then find a well-paying job?"

Maybe Lu Xuan's words struck a chord, as soon a young person in a white coat stepped forward: "Dr. Lu, I'd like to try."

Lu Xuan nodded at him: "Come on, don't miss the opportunity. Don't be afraid of getting it wrong or misdiagnosing. Try more times, and you'll get there."

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