Chapter 2317: Chapter 657: The Xuanjin Disaster Descends! (Climax)
The department head suddenly became excited upon hearing this and grabbed An Yiqing’s arm, "You figured it out?"
An Yiqing nodded, "Of course, but it’s not a serious illness, it can be treated. I’ll go to your office after class and give you a thorough examination."
"Good, good, very well!" The department head nodded repeatedly, while making space for An Yiqing.
Everyone was baffled, unable to understand what illness the department head actually had. But judging from his reaction, An Yiqing probably got it right again.
Next was the third person, a freshman girl.
"Young lady, you have too much cold energy, every time your period comes, the pain is unbearable, right? Moreover, your liver fire is too strong, it’s better to drink more water and eat more fruits usually. Headache? It’s alright, just neurological, I’ll prescribe you something, take it once a day, and it will be cured in half a month."
"This fellow student, your problem is quite severe. Do you often have abdominal cramps, and sometimes feel nauseous? Mild duodenal ulcer, quickly go to the hospital for treatment, treat it early."
"Have you hurt your leg before? It’s better now, but not completely cured. Fortunately, I found out today, otherwise, if you keep playing basketball for another month, don’t expect to keep this leg. Go to the hospital after class, don’t delay."
An Yiqing examined each person one by one, some by taking the pulse, some by looking at their face, and some by feeling their body, and she correctly determined all the symptoms. The students watching were stunned, and those who were diagnosed by An Yiqing felt like the world was surreal.
Is Ancient Medicine really so powerful? Can it reveal their problems just by a few touches?
In the span of an hour, An Yiqing examined more than ten students. Next up was the nineteenth, a pale-faced boy.
This boy was a third-year medical student, with excellent grades but very poor health. Due to his handsome appearance, he had always been called "Delicate Beauty" by everyone. The poor health of Delicate Beauty was well-known, but even the department head was unclear about what illness he had.
When An Yiqing saw Delicate Beauty, her water-like eyes lingered on his face for a moment, then she grabbed his hand. Everyone noticed that during the pulse-taking, An Yiqing’s frown got deeper and deeper, eventually forming a knot.
Everyone’s heart skipped a beat, could it be undetectable?
Under everyone’s complicated gaze, An Yiqing emerged from her contemplation and let go of Delicate Beauty’s hand.
"Classmate, you have congenital heart disease, why haven’t you received treatment?"
Delicate Beauty was stunned for a moment, then let out a bitter laugh, "It’s almost impossible to cure my illness, my family’s not well-off, why waste money on it?"
Everyone was shocked, Delicate Beauty actually has congenital heart disease! And the kind that can’t be cured! No wonder he’s always so pale, no wonder he never participates in any sports activities!
An Yiqing looked at him disapprovingly, "Although your illness is complex, it’s not incurable. Why are you resigning yourself to this?"
Delicate Beauty shook his head, "Don’t comfort me, I once went to the army general hospital for a check-up, they said my congenital heart disease is extremely complex, the chance of surviving surgery is only three percent. Rather than spending a lot of money only to end up dead on the operating table, it’s better to save some money for my parents in my remaining years."
Delicate Beauty’s voice spread throughout the classroom via the microphone on An Yiqing’s waist, many girls covered their mouths and their eyes turned red. A three percent chance of surviving the surgery, isn’t that already a death sentence?! Delicate Beauty is so handsome, and he’s about to die?!
The previously noisy classroom suddenly quieted down, even the department head frowned deeply. This student was always academically outstanding, but unexpectedly, he has such a life-threatening illness.
An Yiqing glanced at the bitterly smiling Delicate Beauty, "Classmate, since you don’t have many years left, why did you choose to study medicine? Isn’t it more painful to save others but not yourself?"
Delicate Beauty slowly exhaled a foul breath, his slender back straightened, a hint of excited flush emerged on his pale face, and his eyes gained a glimmer, "Because of poor health, I’ve wanted to be a doctor since I was young. Even if I can’t cure myself, I hope to help lessen the suffering of others. To put it selfishly, I hope to do more good deeds to accumulate blessings for my parents. So after I die, maybe they can live better."
