Burning down my ex-husband's house! I won't raise these bastard children anymore

Lin Panpan came to the second patient.

This is a patient with thromboangiitis obliterans. His face is as pale as paper and has no blood.

The patient groaned in pain, his voice full of despair.

Lin Panpan carefully held the patient's ankle and gently touched his dorsalis pedis artery. She then carefully observed the patient's lower limb skin, which was covered with layers of scaling and very sparse hair.

The patient said with difficulty: "I didn't walk far before my calves became so sore and swollen that I couldn't move."

Lin Panpan checked his tongue, which was very dark purple and covered with bruises, and his pulse was deep and sluggish.

Lin Panpan knew in her heart that this was due to stagnation of qi and blood, and the blood vessels were blocked, which caused pain. In addition, the disease had been delayed for too long, resulting in qi and blood deficiency, and the limbs were not nourished.

Before she had time to rest, Lin Panpan walked towards the third patient.

The third patient suffered from intractable migraine. The pain was mainly concentrated on the right side of the head, as if there was a small hammer knocking inside.

The pain is throbbing, and during an attack there is nausea and vomiting. A little light or a slight sound will make the pain worse.

Lin Panpan observed the patient's facial expression and demeanor intently, only to find that she looked listless and lifeless.

Then check the tongue coating, which is thin, yellow and dry, and the pulse is stringy and rapid.

Lin Panpan thought to herself that this was caused by liver depression turning into fire, and the fire rushed up to the clear orifices, causing poor circulation of qi and blood and obstruction of the blood vessels, which led to this stubborn pain.

In 1974, the level of medical development was limited, and each of the diseases at hand daunted doctors, but Lin Panpan didn't think so.

In her opinion, although these diseases are difficult to treat, they are by no means unsolvable.

After careful consideration, she quickly wrote down the corresponding treatment method on paper.

Someone in the crowd was the first to spot the treatment plan Guo Deguang had written down earlier. They couldn't help but exclaim, "As expected of the Vice President, this treatment plan is so conservative and prudent, and every step is carefully considered. It will definitely be of great benefit to the patient."

Another young doctor agreed, nodding and saying:

"Yes, yes, Vice President Guo is experienced and knowledgeable, and he has his own way of dealing with these difficult diseases.

Unlike us, when we encounter this situation, our heads are in a mess and we don’t know where to start.”

"Vice President Guo is the backbone of our hospital. With him around, patients feel more at ease.

Take this treatment plan, for example. Every detail is perfectly considered, and it's clear he's very confident. We still have a lot to learn from Vice President Guo." A more experienced doctor also joined in the praise.

Guo Deguang's face was filled with smiles, and his pride was almost overflowing. He raised his chin slightly and said in a hoarse voice:

"That's right! My medical skills are not comparable to those of a little girl like her.

I don't know where he came from, and he dares to speak nonsense here.

You know, I've been practicing medicine for decades, and one of my ancestors worked in the Imperial Hospital, treating the royal family!"

A middle-aged doctor curled his lips and said sarcastically:

"That's right, a little girl like this, whose hair hasn't even grown out yet, how can she compare to you!

I think everyone should just take a look at what she wrote and don’t take it seriously.”

Another slightly fatter doctor echoed this with a hint of impatience on his face:

"Little girl, you and Vice President Guo are not even on the same level. You need to be humble and low-key.

If someone like you really becomes a doctor, wouldn't you be misleading young people?

You are simply a pest to society. The country's resources for training doctors have been wasted on you."

A younger nurse timidly stepped forward, wanting to speak up for Lin Panpan: "But... maybe she really is capable! It's too..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a senior doctor: "What do you know! Vice President Guo's medical skills and family background are there, how can he be wrong? Don't mess around here."

When Lin Panpan heard Guo Deguang bragging about his ancestors working at the Imperial Hospital, she couldn't help but sneer and retorted bluntly, "Imperial Hospital? The Qing Dynasty has been gone for many years. Are you dreaming of ancient times and trying to rebel against our country?"

Guo Deguang's face flushed crimson instantly, and he waved his hands in panic, his voice unconsciously rising:

"Don't talk nonsense! I just said that my ancestors were from the Imperial Hospital. When did I say I wanted to rebel against the country?

You...you...you girl, you are so sharp-tongued and unreasonable!"

The dean and Li Si walked forward, picked up the treatment plan written by Lin Panpan and read it carefully.

As they watched, the two of them couldn't help but nod frequently, with expressions of surprise and admiration on their faces.

The dean raised his eyes, looked at Lin Panpan with admiration, and sighed:

"Girl, you're really a hidden talent! I never thought that at your young age, you could come up with such a brilliant solution.

If we do as you say, maybe these three patients can actually recover. That's amazing!"

These words instantly aroused the curiosity of others, and those who had been mocking Lin Panpan couldn't help but come over.

"I'd like to see what she wrote."

"Yes, Dean, what exactly did she write that made you praise her so much?" everyone asked in unison.

Lin Panpan met the dean's gaze and said:

"Dean, I do think this plan is more feasible, and compared to some conventional methods, it is actually very conservative.

I have studied acupuncture and am quite proficient in the use of needles. If necessary, I can also help them with acupuncture to assist in their treatment."

Guo Deguang's face turned pale and red, and he shouted in anger:

"Dean, are you trying to get me out on purpose?

If you have this idea, you can be more direct. There's no need to humiliate me in this way and find a little girl to suppress me!"

The dean looked calm, but his eyes were filled with disappointment. He looked at Guo Deguang and spoke slowly:

"I admit that your plan has its merits and is quite standard.

But if you come and take a closer look at Lin Panpan's plan, you'll understand where the gap lies."

Guo Deguang walked to Lin Panpan's plan with reluctance on his face and quickly scanned the contents.

At first, he tried to find fault and refute in his mind, but as he read on, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the hand holding the paper trembled slightly unconsciously.

He frowned, but still tried to argue:

"How can you guarantee that her plan will work?

It might just be empty talk. What if problems arise? "

The dean looked at him deeply, his eyes full of regret:

"Lao Guo, to be honest, I am very disappointed with what you did today.

I always thought you were a good doctor with noble medical ethics and superb medical skills, but today I found out that you are too selfish.

Would you do this just to help your little grandson who wants to go to the hospital?

Do you really have no idea whether this plan is good or not?

The proposal you wrote is indeed inferior to others, yet you are still here denying it. Do you deserve to wear this white coat?"