Rebirth: Taking Away the 10 Billion-Dollar Assets of His Bad Dad

At this time, a doctor came out, and Nuannuan immediately ran over and asked anxiously:

"How is she?"

The doctor shook his head and sighed:

"He woke up for a while, then fell into a coma again. But the situation is very serious! He has extensive burns all over his body, and the wounds are severely infected. Unless a miracle happens, otherwise..."

The doctor looked heavy-hearted, with a look of regret on his face:

"Still so young, really... ah!"

Yang Qing said:

"Why don't you let me go in and take a look!"

The doctor frowned and looked at Yang Qing with suspicion:

"you are?"

Feng Pojun said:

"Oh! This is Instructor Yang from our Military Affairs Bureau!"

The doctor uttered a "oh" with a look of disdain on his face. He thought to himself, "The instructor is nothing more than a martial artist. How could he possibly know medicine? And there's no way he could be better than these experts!"

"Medicine is very rigorous, Instructor Yang, right? I know you're eager to save people! But even if you want to save people, you can't joke with the patient's life!

I ask you, do you have a medical qualification? Do you have a medical school diploma? Do you have a successful experience…”

"The patient is dying. What are you doing here?"

Suddenly, a sharp voice came from behind them. They turned around and saw a white-haired old man in a white coat walking towards them!

When the doctor saw the old man, his originally proud and upright posture immediately lowered a few feet:

"Dean Ling!"

Dean Ling glared at the doctor and said:

"Curing patients and saving lives, every second counts! And you're still here chatting?"

The doctor said with a sad face:

"Dean Ling, this is not my fault!"

After saying that, he pointed at Yang Qing and said:

"It's him. He doesn't have a medical license, but he wants to treat patients. I'm not telling him..."

Before he could finish, Dean Ling raised his hand to stop him from continuing:

"A doctor should have a compassionate heart. How can you make a conclusion based on your speculation?"

Dean Ling glanced at Yang Qing and asked with a smile:

"This young man is so young, I wonder how many years he has studied medicine?"

Yang Qing was embarrassed by this question. What should he say? 300 years? Who could believe that?

Dean Ling saw this hesitation as a sign of guilt, and he smiled faintly and said:

"Alright! Little brother, we still have people to rescue. You should wait outside for a while!"

After saying this, he was about to take the doctor into the ward, but Yang Qing quickly stopped him and said:

"You don't seem to have a good solution for her condition right now, so why don't you let me try? I only need a set of silver needles!"

Dean Ling was obviously a little impatient, thinking to himself, I've already given you a way out, why are you so ignorant?

"Silver needles? You're not trying to tell me you know Chinese medicine?"

The doctor from before couldn't help but sneer:

"Traditional Chinese Medicine? Hahaha! Traditional Chinese Medicine is a trick used by the ancients to fool fools. It's all a crooked way! How can it be compared with Western medicine? Traditional Chinese Medicine? Haha! Ridiculous!"

Yang Qing's face darkened and he said:

"Are you from Daxia? Do you know anything about Traditional Chinese Medicine? Traditional Chinese Medicine is a treasure left by our ancestors. How can you treat it with such contempt?

Looking back at the 5000-year history of Daxia, the medical saint Hua Tuo scraped bones to treat poison, Bian Que's medical skills were considered divine, Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs, Li Shizhen worked hard to write the "Compendium of Materia Medica", and the King of Medicine Sun Simiao, which one is not a representative figure of traditional Chinese medicine?

Even if you don't understand Chinese medicine, you should at least understand history, right? Just because you learned some foreign stuff, you've forgotten our ancestors?"

The doctor was also angry at what Yang Qing said, and said sternly:

"Stop talking nonsense! Have you ever seen Hua Tuo or Bian Que? Do you say the same thing as others? Have you ever seen a Chinese doctor treat an illness? If Chinese medicine could cure illnesses, then why would we have so many hospitals?"

Yang Qing was also so angry that he laughed:

"I originally thought you were just prejudiced, but I didn't expect you to be brainless! Medicine is all about letting a hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought contend! Traditional Chinese medicine has its essence, and Western medicine has its strengths. Only by learning from each other's strengths and making progress together can we meet different medical needs!

If, according to your logic, Western medicine can cure all diseases, then what is the point of having crematoriums?"

The doctor's face turned pale after hearing what Yang Qing said, and he said with a stiff upper lip:

"Medicine is not omnipotent and can't cure every disease! We are doctors, not gods!"

Yang Qing shrugged:

"That's it, then? If I remember correctly, you just said you were helpless with the patients inside, and you had no better solution! Then why not let someone else try? Do you have to wait for the injured to die in your hands to prove your authority?"

The doctor scoffed:

"I'm a doctoral graduate from a US medical school, and I can't do anything about it. How could you possibly do anything about it? Aren't you afraid of getting your tongue caught in the wind? Don't you even think before you brag?"

Yang Qing shook his head in disappointment.

At this time, Dean Ling said slowly:

"So you're a Chinese medicine doctor?"

Yang Qing laughed. If I'm not a Chinese medicine practitioner, what do I need silver needles for?

"Exactly!"

Dean Ling looked at Yang Qing, his eyes still tinged with suspicion! He was a domestically trained doctor of medicine with nearly 40 years of experience! He didn't question Traditional Chinese Medicine, but those he considered capable practitioners had all gone through years of research and experience, and all were in their sixties, seventies, or even eighties or nineties!

But the young man in front of me is really too young, he is only in his early 20s. You say that he has made some achievements in traditional Chinese medicine, but no one will believe it?

Yang Qing took a quick look and immediately saw Dean Ling's doubts, and said:

"Now there's nothing you can do. You've already sentenced the patient to death! Right?"

Dean Ling frowned and looked at the doctor again. The doctor then nodded with a sad face.

Dean Ling took a deep breath and said earnestly:

"But so what? Do you have a solution?"

The doctor sneered:

"We can't do anything, so what can he do? I just don't believe it. I studied medicine for 12 years, how can I be worse than this kid who hasn't even grown all his hair yet?"

At this time Feng Pojun could not help but shouted:

"Please be mindful of your words! This person is the chief instructor of our Military Administration Bureau! Qi Rong, are you so dismissive?"

Dean Ling was shocked and immediately looked Yang Qing up and down:

"How could such a young man be the chief instructor of the Military Administration Bureau?"

This news shocked him greatly. As the hospital director, he had to deal with the Martial Arts Management Bureau quite a bit. The amazing recovery abilities of those injured warriors had already shattered his worldview!

Last time, a warrior suffered a comminuted fracture of his leg. The injury was extremely serious, and the wound was even severely infected, which was already life-threatening! The hospital recommended amputation!

However, the Martial Arts Management Bureau invited a doctor from the imperial capital and drove all the doctors out of the hospital ward. It only took an hour, and when they came out again, the injured warrior was able to walk!

Everyone in the hospital was shocked at the time, and this also gave him a new understanding of martial artists and traditional Chinese medicine!

At this moment, Dean Ling looked at Yang Qing again, and instead of looking down on him, he felt a hint of respect:

"Sir, do you have a specific treatment plan?"