Chapter 1: The Divine Doctor Revives Life

  Wang Zhi and Zhou Boran walked through the operating room and came to the VIP ward of the intensive care unit. As soon as they entered the medical staff door, Wang Zhi saw several people standing at the door waiting anxiously. Among them were Zhang Peihou, the president of Central Hospital, Yang Yiming, a senior professor and director of internal medicine, Jiang Yuanhua, the head of the traditional Chinese medicine department, and Zhou Boran, who was walking in front of Wang Zhi. The four big bosses of Central Hospital had all arrived.

  What kind of person has such great energy? Wang Zhi walked calmly while guessing the patient's identity in his heart.

  For the VIP ward of the Central Hospital, Wang Zhi still knew that this was a place for some municipal leaders to undergo examinations and treatments. However, it was obvious that the person who came today was absolutely not just at the level of a municipal leader, because by now Wang Zhi had already recognized Mayor Lin Qiwai among those people, who was also Lin Xueyan's father. Although Wang Zhi had never seen him in person, he had still watched the news after all.

  Several heavyweight figures were pacing anxiously at the door, and when they saw Zhou Boran leading Wang Zhi over, they hurried to greet him. However, upon seeing Wang Zhi's appearance, several people couldn't help but reveal their disappointment. They had originally thought that Zhou Boran would invite someone of similar stature to themselves, but who knew it was a young man of such a tender age? At this age, even if his medical skills were good, he probably wouldn't be particularly exceptional.

  Although everyone was disappointed in their hearts, they were embarrassed by Zhou Boran's face and a few leaders still politely shook hands with Wang Zhi.

  "What's the situation?" As for the attitudes of several people, Wang Zhi was not at all concerned. He himself understood his own identity and level, and did not need others' recognition. After shaking hands with several leaders, Wang Zhi immediately asked Zhou Boran.

  "The patient is 75 years old, suddenly suffered from myocardial ischemia and arrhythmia, leading to a heart attack, and also triggered an old gunshot wound from 50 years ago. The condition is extremely severe, logically speaking, surgery should be performed immediately. However, we have confirmed that the risk of surgery is very high, with less than a 10% chance of success."

  "Hmm!" Upon hearing Zhou Boran's words, Wang Zhi slightly furrowed his brow. In his mind, he was also guessing that the complexity of the patient's condition should be due to the gunshot wound fifty years ago. Otherwise, a simple myocardial infarction wouldn't have left several expert-level doctors at a loss.

  "Let's go take a look first." Wang Zhi said softly after a moment of hesitation.

  "This doesn't look good, the patient is already in a critical state, if they're affected again, who knows..." Before Zhou Bo could respond to Wang Zhi's words, a middle-aged man who looked like a secretary interrupted, he really didn't believe that Wang Zhi could see anything.

  Upon hearing the middle-aged man's tactful obstruction, Wang Zhi glanced at him casually and said softly, "Never mind, you're busy, I'll leave first." To everyone's surprise, Wang Zhi really turned around and walked away, only to be pulled back by Zhou Boran who had finally reacted.

  As Wang Zhi's behavior was observed, several middle-aged men who were watching from the side were astonished, especially Mayor Lin Qiwai. He knew that Wang Zhi should have already recognized his identity, and since he himself had been waiting outside, the patient's identity in the ward room was about to be revealed. However, under such circumstances, Wang Zhi remained calm and composed, without showing any signs of fear or tension from seeing so many powerful figures, and even left directly after being stopped by Secretary Jing. This young man was not simple at all.

  "Alright, Wang Zhi, saving a life is like fighting a fire, don't be so petty." Zhou Boran pulled Wang Zhi and softly consoled him for a moment, then turned his head to the middle-aged man and said: "Secretary Jing, let Dr. Wang take a look instead, maybe he has a way."

  Jing Xi was also caught off guard by Wang Zhi's sudden move and felt a bit embarrassed, so she turned her head to Lin Qiwei upon hearing Zhou Boran's words.

  "Alright, let Dr. Wang take a look." Lin Qiwu thought for a moment and said, at this time the old man was on the verge of death, anyway, treat a dead horse as if it were alive.

  Actually, Wang Zhi wasn't just simply angry or being petty, it's just that he didn't really want to lend a hand to help.

  Although Wang Zhi is a legendary doctor, he's not a god after all. If something goes wrong with treating this patient of special status, it might lead to some trouble.

  Although Zhou Boran had already helped him out on one side, Wang Zhi was not good at leaving again, so he was half-pushed and half-just into the ward by Zhou Boran.

  Since he had already entered the ward, Wang Zhi knew that he could not escape, fortunately, he was allowed to treat him. He walked up to the bedside and gently placed one hand on the old man's wrist to check his pulse. Then, with one hand, he regularly touched the old man's body for a while before slowly retreating back.

  "How is it?" Zhou Boran asked in a low voice.

  "What do you think?" Wang Zhi looked at Zhou Boran with a bit of anger and said, "You're also a well-known doctor, how can you not even understand basic common sense? Look at what you've all done."

  Wang Zhi pointed to the intravenous drip bottle on one side that was being administered to the elderly man and sighed, "Strong antibiotics, stimulating vitality drugs, he's already seventy-five years old, don't you think he's dying fast enough?"

  Zhou Boran's face turned red at Wang Zhi's words, and he stuttered an explanation: "We have no choice, we can only hang on to our lives for now."

  Actually, Wang Zhi also knew Zhou Boran's intention, but this way, it increased the difficulty of Wang Zhi's treatment. You see, Wang Zhi's Nei Jia needle technique mainly relies on stimulating one's own potential and then guiding it correctly, so that the patient has a certain self-healing ability. However, now the old man's potential has been stimulated almost to the limit, and even if Wang Zhi treats him, he will have to spend a lot of effort.

  Too lazy to argue with Zhou Boyan again, Wang Zhi walked up to the old man once more, quickly pulling out the needle from the old man's arm. One hand swiftly pressed down on the old man's major acupoints, thick internal energy instantly pouring into the old man's several major acupoints, stabilizing his vital energy.

  At this time, Wang Zhicai tore open the old man's clothes, took out the golden needle, and quickly inserted it into the Neiguan, Juque, Xinping, Zanzhong, Sanyinjiao, and Zusanli acupoints. The needle was inserted three inches deep, first pulled and then twisted. Both hands moved quickly on several golden needles, and this lasted for about thirty minutes. Wang Zhicai finally withdrew, but the golden needles remained in the patient's body.

  As Wang Zhi stepped down, the ECG and heart rate monitor connected to him began to beat slowly.

  Seeing such a quick effect, the onlookers were all relieved and stared at Wang Zhi in shock, their faces pale. Earlier, when Wang Zhi was treating him, each of them had been sweating bullets.

  Wang Zhi didn't have time to reason with the crowd, he quickly walked to a nearby table, picked up paper and pen, and swiftly wrote down a prescription. He handed it over to Jiang Yuanhua on the side: "Hurry up and arrange for someone to decoct it, remember to use low heat, discard the first three decoctions, I only want the fourth one."

  Jiang Yuanhua had already been subdued by Wang Zhi's acupuncture skills earlier, and Wang Zhi's time in the Chinese medicine department was not short either. Jiang Yuanhua had heard of Wang Zhi's situation before, but due to Zhou Boran's early warnings, Wang Zhi's performances were within Jiang Yuanhua's expectations and did not surprise him too much. However, seeing Wang Zhi administer acupuncture personally today, Jiang Yuanhua was truly shocked, this incredible acupuncture skill he could never learn no matter what.

  The shock in his heart had not dissipated yet, but he received another prescription from Wang Zhi. He subconsciously took a glance and his heart started racing violently again.

  This prescription, Jiang Yuanhua couldn't believe it, he also knew that the interpretation of myocardial infarction in traditional Chinese medicine is the invasion of cold evil into the heart package meridian, and the upper focus has wet phlegm internal obstruction. However, the old man had a previous illness, and using general Chinese medicine to treat myocardial infarction would not work at all. But Wang Zhi's prescription was strange, with only slight modifications to the original prescription, it fully considered the old injury and had a certain therapeutic nourishing effect on the old injury.

  After finishing the prescription, Wang Zhi returned to the old man's side again, pulled out the golden needle, and checked the patient's pulse once more before feeling at ease. Now that the blockage in the old man's heart and blood vessels had been cleared by Wang Zhi's internal energy, plus the medicine from earlier, as long as he took good care of himself, he would definitely be able to live for another ten years.

  Actually, Wang Zhi's previous action can no longer be considered as treating the illness, but rather prolonging life. The old man's condition earlier was already equivalent to being dead, and in this world, apart from Wang Zhi, there is no one else who could have saved him. Wang Zhi was able to save him on the one hand because of his exquisite medical skills, but more importantly, it was due to his profound inner energy. His previous action can be said to have performed a marrow-washing and brain-clearing treatment for the old man, completely clearing out the stagnant substances in the old man's blood vessels, allowing the old man's vitality to be reborn.

  All of this can only be achieved by Wang Zhi, because in this world, apart from Wang Zhi, who else has the power of a thousand years?