Chapter 301: Immediate Results (Part 1)

Chapter 301: Immediate Results

The pure and innocent Nurse Wenwen led Zhou Lang to the consultation room.

The consultation room contained a desk, benches, and a computer, among other things. The equipment was not only quite complete but also brand new. Judging from these details alone, President Gong Han did not just attach ordinary importance to Zhou Lang; he was preparing to make Zhou Lang the hallmark of the City Central Hospital.

Modern hospitals have very clear divisions of departments. Before seeing a doctor, patients must first choose a department. If they have eye problems, they choose Ophthalmology; for skin diseases, they choose Dermatology. One cannot go to Ophthalmology for a skin disease. It can be said that each department performs its own duties, unlike the practice of traditional Chinese medicine in the past, where a single doctor would treat everything, whether it was internal medicine or surgery.

However, the sign hanging outside Zhou Lang's consultation room was very special. He did not belong to any department but was a separate specialist clinic for "Difficult and Complicated Cases."

China has a large population, and seeking medical treatment is a significant issue. A Grade-A tertiary hospital like City Central Hospital is basically overcrowded. As for the specialist clinics, that is even more so. Some famous experts require advance booking, or even pulling strings, just to get an appointment.

Zhou Lang stayed in the office for half an hour. The specialist clinic next to him was bustling with people, while his place was deserted. Let alone patients, there wasn't even a ghost of a person.

The first reason was that his specialist clinic had only opened today. Patients usually registered for the corresponding departments; nobody knew about it, so naturally, no one registered for "Difficult and Complicated Cases."

In addition, some patients had stood at the door to observe. However, when those patients saw how young Zhou Lang was, they were all skeptical of his Medical Skills. Therefore, no one sought treatment from Zhou Lang. Patients still preferred to trust experienced, older doctors. Seeing someone as young as Zhou Lang sitting in a specialist clinic made them very suspicious.

Without patients, Zhou Lang played on the office computer, surfing the internet and the like. Anyway, he didn't have any fixed quotas for this part-time job, and he didn't rely on this hospital work to make a living.

Zhou Lang was not in a hurry, but his assistant, Nurse Wenwen, was anxious. As a nurse, her base salary was pitifully low, and she mainly relied on commissions. If no patients came for treatment, how could she earn commissions? Without commissions, how could she live on that meager base salary?

"Dr. Zhou, no one is coming to see a doctor. What should we do?" Nurse Wenwen asked anxiously.

"Don't worry. I will solve this problem. Just don't complain about having too many patients later," Zhou Lang said with a smile. He was absolutely confident in his Medical Skills, and he had already thought of a way to solve the problem of having no patients.

"There isn't a single patient right now. How could I complain about having too many patients?"

Nurse Wenwen said. She felt that being Zhou Lang's assistant probably wouldn't yield many commissions. She planned to go find President Gong Han in the afternoon and ask him to transfer her to a different position.

She was a distant relative of President Gong Han, and the President would give her that much Face. What she didn't know was that if she weren't the President's relative, he wouldn't have given her the opportunity to learn by Zhou Lang's side. One must know that Zhou Lang was a true miracle doctor, and his Medical Skills were even superior to those of Zen Master Fangzhi at Feiyun Temple. And Zen Master Fangzhi was a member of the national-level advisory group of famous doctors. If one could follow Zhou Lang to learn Medical Skills, who knows how many people would break their heads trying to fight for this opportunity.

"Alright, give me half an hour," Zhou Lang smiled, stood up, and walked to the door.

Opposite Zhou Lang was the Internal Medicine specialist clinic. The benches in the corridor were full of people, and many were waiting in line.

As a specialist, yet standing idly at the door during working hours, Zhou Lang's actions attracted the attention of quite a few patients in the corridor.

"That doctor is already a chief physician at such a young age? That is too ridiculous, right?"

"He must have used connections to get in, just here to slack off for a salary. Otherwise, why wouldn't a single one of us go to him for treatment?"

"I heard that the doctors at City Central Hospital have good medical ethics and the management is strict. I didn't expect such a thing to happen."

Some people started whispering. Although their voices were very low, Zhou Lang's hearing was too extraordinary, so these discussions fell very clearly into his ears.

Zhou Lang, however, acted as if he hadn't heard any of this. His gaze swept over the patients in the corridor one by one, and then he looked at the entrance of the Internal Medicine specialist clinic.

About ten minutes later, a sallow-faced man in his forties walked into the Internal Medicine specialist clinic. His wife, who was about the same age, and a beautiful daughter around twenty years old were waiting on the chairs in the corridor, looking very anxious.

In less than ten minutes, the man walked out listlessly, his complexion even worse than when he went in.

"Dad, how is your illness?" The sallow-faced man's daughter immediately stood up and asked, her concern evident.

"What else could it be? The doctor said my chest is full of stagnant blood. Without a million and dozens of surgeries, I'm afraid it won't be cured. I already said my illness doesn't need treatment; it's a complete waste of time and money."

The sallow-faced man sighed. His voice was very weak as he spoke, as if he dared not use any effort to speak.

Hearing him say this, his wife and daughter's eyes immediately reddened. They could barely make ends meet; where would they get so much money for medical treatment?

"Alright, don't cry. Let's go home," the sallow-faced man said, and then began to walk forward slowly.

Seeing this man's family in such a state, the patients and their families waiting in the corridor all sighed. If nothing unexpected happened, this man would surely die soon because he had no money, as he was already critically ill.

"Hello, Uncle. Your injury is indeed quite serious, but there is no danger to your life, and you don't need to spend so much money. Why don't I take a look at you?"

Just as the sallow-faced man was about to leave, Zhou Lang walked up to him and said earnestly. He wanted to attract patients for treatment, so of course, he had to show his skills first. If he cured a patient that other experts deemed hopeless, it would naturally serve as a very good advertisement.

"You can cure my dad's illness?"

The sallow-faced man's daughter looked at Zhou Lang, saying with an incredulous expression.

The previous Internal Medicine expert was famous in Feiyun City. Even that expert said it would cost over a million to cure him. Could it be that this young man in front of her was even more capable than that expert?

"Of course," Zhou Lang said confidently.

"Not a single person is coming to you for treatment; how good can your Medical Skills be? Young man, don't waste my time."

The sallow-faced man said. Deep down, he had completely given up on treatment. It was very strenuous for him to even speak, as if he were afraid of aggravating the internal injury in his chest and causing internal bleeding.

"My treatment will have immediate results. Just give me half an hour," Zhou Lang said.

"Young man, don't waste your breath. Even if we were to continue treatment, we would have to go to a big hospital in the province. You are too young to be a chief physician; I don't trust you."

The sallow-faced man's daughter thought for a moment and added. Since no one was looking for Zhou Lang for treatment, there must be only one reason: Zhou Lang's Medical Skills were too poor, terribly poor. This habitual thinking led her to make a wrong judgment.

"I will make you believe me immediately." Zhou Lang moved suddenly; his right hand suddenly moved, reaching toward the sallow-faced man's chest.

Very quickly, the man was poked by one of Zhou Lang's fingers.

"What are you doing?" The man's daughter was shocked.

"Of course, I am treating your dad. Why don't you ask him now if he feels much more comfortable?" Zhou Lang smiled slightly. His hand was so fast it created afterimages, tapping more than a dozen times on the sallow-faced man's chest.

"Dad, how are you?"

The man's daughter asked nervously.

Her father was already a sick man who couldn't even speak loudly; how could his chest be poked like that? If something happened to her father, she would probably fight Zhou Lang to the death.

"Eh… I feel like I'm very comfortable… my Qi is much smoother…"

What was strange to the girl was that her father actually said this with a look of joy. After Zhou Lang tapped him a few times, he felt his chest wasn't as blocked as before, and his breathing was a little smoother.

"Uncle, can you let me examine your injury now?" Zhou Lang smiled slightly.

"Dr. Zhou, those who don't know are not guilty. My daughter and I didn't know your Medical Skills were so brilliant earlier, and we offended you with our words. Please don't take it to heart."

The sallow-faced man said.

"Please come inside," Zhou Lang said, not taking offense at all.

The sallow-faced man's Face lit up with joy, as if he had met a savior, and he followed Zhou Lang into the specialist clinic office.

"Father, why do you believe this young man's words?" The man's daughter was anxious. She wanted to save her father, but she didn't want to be scammed by Zhou Lang and spend that wasted money.

"How are you talking? Just now, Dr. Zhou only tapped a few of my acupoints, and I feel much better overall. Don't talk nonsense, child."

The sallow-faced man said, fearing that his daughter's rudeness would cause Zhou Lang to take offense and stop treating him.

The girl was scolded by her father and then stopped talking. Together with her mother, she followed Zhou Lang and her father into the specialist clinic office.

Although she didn't say anything, she clearly still didn't trust Zhou Lang.

The patients and their families in the corridor saw this scene and became curious about the matter. A disease that a famous Internal Medicine expert couldn't cure, could a young man cure it?

Quite a few people followed into Zhou Lang's room, wanting to see how Zhou Lang treated the illness.

"Everyone, you can watch me treat the patient, but I have one condition: maintain absolute silence." Zhou Lang greeted the onlookers, then said to Nurse Wenwen, "Record the patient's name, address, and age."

The man was named Huang Zhongyu, a construction worker. While working, he was hit in the chest by a heavy object, causing internal blood accumulation and severe internal injuries.

"This injury of yours is at least ten days old. Why are you only coming for treatment now?" Zhou Lang said after checking Huang Zhongyu's pulse.

"It's because we have no money at home, and the construction company is quibbling and unwilling to pay much compensation," Huang Zhongyu's wife sighed and explained.

"This injury won't cost much money. At most, five hundred yuan will restore you to health," Zhou Lang said. Then he instructed his assistant, Nurse Wenwen, to push a stretcher over and have Huang Zhongyu lie on it.

"Your injury is mainly blood accumulation in the chest cavity. The first step of treatment is to drain the accumulated blood, and then repair the bones, muscles, and Meridians in your chest cavity. You can completely recover in about half a month."

Zhou Lang explained while taking out a box of silver needles he carried with him.