Chen Mu noticed the Iron Cavalry.

Pull over.

The Iron Cavalry also noticed the white ambulance with the Hai City University logo.

The moment both Iron Cavalry stopped.

Two people in white coats quickly got off their vehicles.

They walked briskly up to Chen Mu, "Did you call 120?"

"Hai City University's school hospital?"

Chen Mu nodded: "Yes, it's us."

The person in the white coat continued to ask, "What's the patient's name?"

Chen Mu: "Le Chong."

After a simple verification process.

The two in white coats quickly boarded the school hospital's ambulance.

"Confirm the intracranial bleeding, administer medication to reduce intracranial pressure, and stop bleeding first."

Chen Mu stood by the car.

He reminded calmly, "He also has internal bleeding."

Regarding Chen Mu's reminder.

The two medical staff exchanged glances.

The slightly older one continued to measure the patient's vital signs.

Preparing to administer medication.

The younger one stood up and faced Chen Mu: "Doctor, so far, we have not found any signs confirming internal bleeding on the patient."

"Before the patient shows related symptoms, even if we have the medication, we cannot administer it randomly."

Chen Mu nodded in understanding: "While you're administering medication to relieve intracranial bleeding, it might also stabilize his internal bleeding condition."

The young emergency doctor.

Clarified earnestly: "So far, there are no clear signs indicating the patient has internal bleeding."

"As a doctor yourself, you should understand our regulations."

"Without clear signs, we cannot administer medication."

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"???"

"Dr. Chen has explained it so clearly, what's the harm in giving the patient medication? It's not like the patient won't pay."

"Some people in the chat should just keep quiet, is this really about money?"

"For the emergency center staff, they are not aware of Dr. Chen's expertise. If Dr. Chen's judgment is incorrect, and they administer medication meant for internal bleeding, it would be a wrong medication issue."

"The patient's current condition is unclear, with the risk of brain death at any moment. Administering the wrong medication would be a medical accident, would you take responsibility for that?"

"Let professionals handle professional matters. Since Dr. Chen made such a diagnosis, he must have his reasons, right?"

"..."

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"Is that so..."

Listening to the other party's remarks, Chen Mu pondered briefly.

Suddenly.

His eyebrows rose, "So, if I can prove to you that the patient has internal bleeding, your emergency center can assist with medication."

The young doctor nodded: "That's right, but how would you prove it?"

It's not that he underestimated Chen Mu.

In the field of clinical medicine, even if your theoretical knowledge is excellent.

Without enough clinical experience, the diagnosis might still be inaccurate.

This is also why many patients go to big hospitals for expert consultations.

They often find that the expert usually has two younger doctors with them.

This school doctor in front of him looks about the same age as him.

And is still just a school doctor.

He runs with ambulances at the emergency center every day yet doesn't dare claim he could spot internal bleeding that senior doctors can't.

Does this school doctor encounter more patients than he does each day?

"Could you please step aside?" Chen Mu politely asked.

Although the young doctor still had doubts about Chen Mu's capability.

After Chen Mu spoke, he immediately stepped aside to give way.

Just in case...

What if Chen Mu was right?

If Chen Mu was right, every second's delay could worsen the patient's condition.

"How will you prove he has internal bleeding?"

The middle-aged doctor, who had just finished administering an injection to Le Chong and fastened his seatbelt in the ambulance.

Looked at Chen Mu with some curiosity.

In his years as an emergency doctor, he had interacted with many school doctors.

But school doctors proficient in traditional Chinese medicine were rare.

Years ago.

He had dealings with an old Chinese medicine practitioner and had to admit the wonders of traditional Chinese medicine.

Many times.

An experienced traditional Chinese medicine practitioner could create miracles with a simple silver needle that modern medicine found hard to explain.

But still...

Although some practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine are impressive, those miraculous methods greatly depend on the practitioner's ability.

It's challenging to teach on a broad scale.

"Prove it like this."

Chen Mu extended his hand and straightforwardly plucked out a silver needle from the patient.

Then.

He lifted the hem of the patient's shirt, pressing gently on the lower abdomen.

A slightly cyan thumb mark appeared on the patient's lower abdomen.

"We also used the same method just now to check for internal bleeding and couldn't produce a mark..."

The young doctor following behind was dumbfounded at the sight.

Halfway through his remark.

He suddenly realized something, pointing to Chen Mu's hand, "Is it the silver needle?"

Chen Mu smiled without a word.

He simply inserted the silver needle back into the patient.

Pressed the patient's lower abdomen again.

And couldn't produce a mark again.

"Please fasten the seatbelt, we're about to drive."

Chen Mu instructed, and the young doctor promptly took his seat.

Obediently fastened the seatbelt.

The gaze he turned toward Chen Mu still bright with wonder, "Is traditional Chinese medicine really this miraculous?"

"This school doctor..."

Chen Mu: "My surname is Chen."

The young doctor: "Dr. Chen, my surname is Zhang, you can just call me Dr. Zhang!"

"How many years did you study traditional Chinese medicine?"

Chen Mu smiled: "I studied for about twenty-some years."

Dr. Zhang was instantly stunned, "Dr. Chen, how old are you?"

Chen Mu kept smiling: "About, twenty-something."

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"Alright, alright, is it that you started learning traditional Chinese medicine from birth?"

"I'm not really surprised by this answer. Those at Dr. Chen's level at this age have mostly learned traditional Chinese medicine from a young age."

"Indeed, when I applied for a university in Chinese medicine, a roommate from a family that ran a medical clinic was already assisting their mentor while we were still learning medical theories."

"I also have a roommate from a family that owns a medical clinic, and since he was five or six, he's been feeling various pulses. Such accumulation in a traditional Chinese medicine family can't be matched by four years of university."

"Yes, and medicine is inherently a field where you learn throughout life. The additional dozen or so years someone else has invested is bound to make them more experienced."

"..."

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Hearing what Chen Mu said.

The young Dr. Zhang.

Was also a bit shocked.

"So, from a traditional Chinese medicine family! Dr. Chen, my apologies!"

The thought of wanting to learn traditional Chinese medicine within him temporarily faded away.

Compared to over twenty years of hard work, he'd rather continue studying Western medicine.

It would at least allow him to treat patients sooner, like the teacher currently training him.

Listening to Dr. Zhang's praise, Chen Mu shook his head with a wry smile.

There was no such family; he was just a product of an old stubborn one bringing up a young stubborn one.

When Chen Mu turned to look at the patient on the bed.

He suddenly remembered something important, turning to his side to ask Teacher Shi Jiaduan, "Teacher Shi, what is the patient's blood type? And could you provide his previous medical examination report?"

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