Great Chinese Doctor

Chapter 147: Gentle Smile

"The patient's ward is in front of me. I can't go in. You just need to focus on discussing the patient's condition and don't talk about other things."

Pan Ming pointed at the door of the ward, where four majestic soldiers were standing. He nervously pulled Qin Qingye and gave him serious instructions in a low voice.

Qin Qing also saw this, smiled gently, and comforted him: "Uncle Pan, don't worry, I know what's going on."

"That's good. These people have extraordinary auras. I'm worried that you might accidentally offend them. I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to help you out then."

Pan Ming frowned. In his opinion, even if Qin Qing had superb medical skills, these might become insignificant in the face of power. What's more, she was still a young person and might be negligent.

Pan Ming didn't know that Qin Qing had also joined the military and had the rank of colonel. If he knew, he probably wouldn't be so worried.

Qin Qing also chuckled, imitating his tone, and responded in a low voice: "Uncle Pan, didn't you say that the patient inside is a soldier? How could a soldier abuse his power? You don't have to worry, what you are worried about will never happen."

"That's right."

Pan Ming nodded and began to reflect on himself. He felt that he might have been judging others by his own standards, and his nervousness eased a little.

He patted Qin Qingye's shoulder, as if entrusting her with an important task.

"Go ahead. If you can save him, you will have done a great deed and will get a lot of benefits. Even if you can't save him, you are still young and no one will do anything to you. I'll be waiting for you outside, so don't worry."

Qin Qing also signaled Li Wangjin behind him to follow, and then nodded to Pan Ming and assured him: "Uncle Pan, you know my medical skills. Even if I can't cure the root cause and save people, I still have some confidence in curing the symptoms."

Arriving at the door of the ward, Qin Qing also showed his medical qualification certificate and said calmly: "I am the doctor invited by Lu Huairen. This is my medical qualification certificate. Please inform me."

"Okay, please wait, I'll ask for you right away."

A moment later, the officer appeared with a scanner in hand and said politely: “Doctor Qin, we need to check whether you are carrying any dangerous items, please understand.”

Qin Qing shrugged indifferently and opened his arms to show his cooperation: "No problem."

After some inspection, the officer confirmed that Qin Qingye was not carrying any dangerous items, checked her medicine box, and then gestured for her to come in.

"Doctor Qin, please come in."

Qin Qing also nodded slightly and walked into the ward. Li Wangjin followed him in after undergoing the same examination.

However, as soon as he entered the ward, Qin Qing saw seven or eight doctors in white coats with serious faces.

When they saw a young girl who was less than 20 years old coming in, they couldn't help but show surprise on their faces, followed by a dark face and a scolding.

"Nonsense! Didn't you say you wanted a doctor? Why did two young men come in? Don't tell me these two young men are the doctors we invited here?"

A man in his fifties, with half-hundred hair and a face full of anger, spoke first, his tone full of dissatisfaction and contempt. He glanced at Qin Qingye and Li Wangjin, obviously doubting their age and ability.

To say how angry he was, he wasn't really that angry, but it was Qin Qing and Li Wangjin's bad luck to be caught in the crossfire of this man's anger.

They have been staying by the patient's side these days, searching and experimenting day and night for ways to resist neurotoxins, but even after extracting so much blood, the results of each examination were unsatisfactory.

As time went by, he became more and more anxious. His anger was like a volcano ready to erupt at any time. The arrival of Qin Qingye and Li Wangjin undoubtedly became an outlet for him to vent his emotions.

Qin Qing also glanced at him lightly, and then ignored him.

He nodded politely to the doctors present without changing his expression, then walked straight to the patient's bedside.

When Qin Qingye saw who was lying on the bed, his eyes flickered slightly, and he said directly: "I am Qin Qingye, specializing in Chinese medicine. Mr. Lu Huairen recommended me to participate in the treatment. Please stretch out your hand to feel my pulse."

"It's you!"

From the moment Qin Qingye walked in, the man was still resting with his eyes closed, but when Qin Qingye spoke the first sentence, a flash of joy appeared in his eyes.

Qin Qing also raised his eyebrows and said in a light tone: "Oh? From your tone, it seems that you know me? But I pride myself on having a good memory, and I don't know you. Could it be that you recognized the wrong person?"

"No. Elevator," the man said firmly.

Qin Qing was really surprised this time. She didn't expect that she had become fat and changed her image. How did this guy recognize her at a glance?

Although curious, she did not ask further questions.

She looked at the man's handsome face, which was sick and listless. "It's only been half a month, and yet you've become so seriously ill."

The man pursed his lips, not wanting to say more, and directly stretched out his hand to ask Qin Qing to take his pulse.

"Wait!"

Several doctors behind him immediately resigned. No one knew what was going on in their minds, but they felt that if this little girl who had appeared out of nowhere got the upper hand, they would be inexplicably jealous.

Jealous to the point of madness.

It was still the same doctor who spoke at the beginning, with obvious doubt and distrust in his tone.

"Little girl, you said you were studying Chinese medicine? Ha, what nonsense! Everyone knows that if you want to learn Chinese medicine, the first thing you need to prove is your age—"

"You are not old enough to be a master of traditional Chinese medicine. Even if you were born to study medicine, even if you are a genius among geniuses, you are still not qualified. Humph! I want to ask you, who is your master? What kind of master taught you such an irresponsible apprentice?"

Listening to his righteous rebuke, Qin Qing's eyes narrowed. As he turned his wrist, a cold light flashed across, and the doctor who had been chattering suddenly stopped talking.

Not only did he stop talking, he couldn't even move his body. He looked as if he was being frozen.

"Hey, Professor Yuan, what's wrong with you? Why aren't you talking?"

"No, haven't you noticed that Professor Yuan seems unable to move." Someone poked him.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Someone came up curiously and waved in front of Professor Yuan. No one spoke or moved, just rolled their eyes.

Only the man on the hospital bed, who seemed so weak that he had difficulty breathing, looked at Qin Qingye, his eyes as dark as deep pools locked on her, and his dark eyes seemed to say: I know it's you!

There was also a strange look in Qin Qing's eyes, which disappeared in an instant. She smiled faintly at the man and nodded, as if she was not interested in anything.

"I think I can cure your disease, but I need to confirm it. Please stretch out your hand."

The man's eyes swept across Qin Qingye's face, and then he happily extended his hand.

The smooth and soft little hand was placed on the pulse, and after three breaths, the smooth touch left, and a light "tsk" was heard from the girl above.

"You really didn't deserve to die. Fortunately, you used the medicine I gave you, otherwise -"

She smiled gently.