Chapter 222: Chapter 219 The Prescription for Curing Diseases
He always said that, so Zhang Hao didn’t ask anymore, taking people’s advice to have a full meal.
He drove to the competition venue and saw that the other doctors had already arrived.
But his arrival still caught the attention of others.
"There’s no helping it; with outstanding ability, you become a shining star wherever you go. You’re going to have to get used to this kind of attention."
Hearing Zhang Hao’s self-praising words, Qin Miaoke doused him with a bucket of cold water.
"If my grandpa heard you say that, he would probably regret having taken you as his apprentice."
Although this bucket of cold water didn’t extinguish all of Zhang Hao’s arrogance, it still made him feel uncomfortable.
He retorted, "Your grandpa didn’t teach me anything. He was just a mentor in name."
"Besides, I haven’t been using his name to get whatever I want, raining or shining. What’s there for him to be unhappy about?"
One sentence left Qin Miaoke at a loss for words, and she could only stand next to Zhang Hao with her bag, enduring the gazes of the other doctors.
When Wen Xia saw Zhang Hao, she actually took the initiative to greet him this time: "Doctor Zhang, we meet again."
Wen Xia had won the comeback match the day before; otherwise, it would have been impossible to see her there today.
Yet, the presence of Zhang Hao undoubtedly reminded these doctors of their negligence yesterday.
"Of course, we’d meet today since I was the only one who won in the first round yesterday," Zhang Hao said.
Wen Xia knew he was bringing up exactly what she didn’t want to discuss.
However, after interacting with him, she felt that he wasn’t as ignorant as she had imagined.
"It seems that Elder Qin didn’t make a mistake in taking you as an apprentice."
Whether he was the right apprentice or not, Zhang Hao didn’t know, but Wen Xia surely had her reasons for suddenly saying this.
"Actually, my study of traditional Chinese medicine was just a side pursuit in university; my major was surgery."
"So even though I am now the head of the traditional Chinese medicine department, they still come to me for things related to surgery."
"Just before coming here today, I made a point of visiting a surgical patient, though their condition wasn’t very serious."
"After the competition ends today, I’ll still have to go back and write a prescription for them."
As soon as he said this, the other doctors immediately became interested.
They came over to Zhang Hao, inquiring about the patient’s exact condition.
Zhang Hao gave them a simple explanation, and each fell into deep thought.
Only Wen Xia was the quickest to respond: "I do have an effective remedy for him, but there are a few medicinal herbs in the prescription that are quite hard to find. If they can be sourced, he will definitely recover."
Another doctor chimed in at that time: "Yes, just one strong dose, and the patient will absolutely return to normal."
Watching them discuss this, although they claimed to have methods, none was willing to divulge any specifics.
Zhang Hao glanced at Qin Miaoke standing beside him and smiled helplessly.
It wasn’t until the referee came to inform everyone that they could start preparing for today’s competition.
Contrary to Zhang Hao’s expectations, his opponent for the day was no longer Wen Xia but a different doctor.
Not being able to compete against a beautiful woman like Wen Xia still left Zhang Hao feeling somewhat disappointed.
However, the opponents were chosen randomly, and it was good that Qin Miaoke was next to him. The doctor he was competing against today had quite a reputation.
At the very least, he was a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine from the city hospital.
When Zhang Hao heard that this traditional Chinese physician was from the city hospital, he was taken aback.
"You work at the city hospital?"
The doctor nodded earnestly, "That’s right, I’m from the city hospital. Is there a problem?"
Zhang Hao hesitated for a moment but didn’t say anything.
He had thought Lin Zhen wasn’t planning to participate in this exchange tournament organized by the city. It turned out Lin Zhen had simply kept a low profile, not showing his intentions.
The content of the competition was straightforward: discuss a case study of a patient who had already recovered and how they were treated.
Zhang Hao naturally spared no effort to achieve a complete victory, and Wen Xia did the same.
For a moment, the two competitors became close confidants who admired each other.
By today, when the exchange competition drew to a close, even Wen Xia herself did not realize that she had chatted with Zhang Hao for half an hour.
It seemed that all the words she had not spoken in the past few days were all released today.
Only when he intended to return to the mansion did she realize that she had said a bit too much today.
Watching Zhang Hao’s retreating figure, Wen Xia covered her mouth with her hand and muttered to herself.
"What happened to me today, why did I talk so much with him, that’s not like me at all."
Whether it was like her or not, at least Zhang Hao could clearly sense that Wen Xia did not dislike him anymore.
Only if there’s no dislike can you move on to the next step.
Until he has won over this somewhat aloof woman.
In fact, Zhang Hao was not keen on conquering anyone.
He simply liked challenges, whether they were things or people, and Wen Xia just happened to be one of them.
Back at the hospital, he managed to prescribe a medicine for a patient just before the end of his shift.
The prescription was given to him by Wen Xia, but Zhang Hao had made some modifications to it.
He had replaced the hard-to-find and very expensive medicinal herbs with ordinary ones of the same medicinal properties.
Ordinary, but still useful.
"Is this it?" the head of surgery asked.
"Just this, have her take it for two or three days and the situation will improve, don’t worry."
In the blink of an eye five days passed, and Zhang Hao was treating patients in his department.
He saw the head of surgery rush in, flustered.
Then he grabbed Zhang Hao’s hand and said to him.
"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang, you’re amazing, that patient took your medicine."
"On the first day, her complexion improved, the past two days her headache was gone, and today she’s bouncing around full of life."
"I’m planning to have her stay in the hospital for another two days for observation. If there are no issues, she can be discharged."
Hearing the good news, Zhang Hao was also happy for him.
"It seems that the situation is as I expected, and congratulations to the patient for her recovery."
It’s a good thing for a patient to be discharged after recovering, but the head of surgery was still very curious about what was so magical about the prescription Zhang Hao had given.
It had revived a patient who was at death’s door in only five days, as if she were a completely different person.
During his tenure, this had shattered his understanding of medical treatment.
However, Zhang Hao said that the prescription was actually a traditional Chinese medicine version of sour plum soup.
Sour and sweet, very appetizing, but for the patient, it was the right medicine to treat her illness.
The head of surgery and those doctors weren’t wrong when they discussed it earlier; the reason the patient had no issues upon examination
was due to psychological reasons, and only after taking the medicine could her psychological problems be cured, naturally making her well.
After hearing this, the head of surgery was still incredulous, but he added another sentence afterward.
"That patient said she wants to come to see you before she leaves the hospital. When I bring her over, you’d better not hide and avoid seeing her."
Zhang Hao hesitated slightly; he didn’t really like seeing recovered patients tearfully thanking their doctors.
It should be a happy occasion, so why cry?
"Never mind, don’t bring her here. If she has recovered, it proves my medicine worked, and that’s stronger than anything else."
The head of surgery nodded, not wanting to disturb Zhang Hao from continuing to treat patients, and left first.
As for Qin Miaoke, she suddenly hurriedly took a phone call and rushed out.
