Chapter 8 Physical Exhaustion

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  Yue Zimin's eyes widened in surprise, and he said: "Is this really the legendary 'Bone-Healing Hand' that can cure all injuries? I've seen its name mentioned in many unofficial histories and local records, but I always thought it was just a fictional technique. I never imagined it actually existed, and with such incredible effects! Mr. Zhang, what kind of person are you? Why are you so proficient in both Chinese and Western medicine? I really can't figure out what kind of teacher could have taught you to become such an outstanding student."

  Yue Zimin is now really very curious about Zhang Wenzhong's background.

  Mastered the traditional Chinese medicine techniques of "Gu Ben Pei Yuan Zhen", "Guan Qi Ba Fa" and "He Jin Xu Gu Shou", which are considered to be China's precious cultural heritage, while also demonstrating extraordinary skills in Western medicine.

  I really can't believe it, there is actually such a medical genius in this world!

  Zhang Wen-zhong smiled faintly and said, "In my opinion, medical skills have no regional boundaries. Whether it's traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, or even Miao medicine or Mongolian medicine, as long as it can cure diseases, it is a good medical skill."

  For Zhang Wen-zhong, traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine are actually two paths that lead to the same destination, with no real difference between them.

  In the development history of Western medicine, there is also a figure of Zhang Wenzhong hidden behind. In those years, Zhang Wenzhong went along the Silk Road to Europe for better self-cultivation and lived there for some time, exchanging and discussing medical skills with many European doctors at that time.

  Andreas Vesalius, known as the father of modern human anatomy, was influenced by Zhang Zhongjing when he studied at the University of Paris in France and began to study anatomy, and finally published "De Humani Corporis Fabrica" in 1543, which is remembered by people.

  It can be said that without Zhang Zhongjing's influence, the development history of Western medicine would have been delayed by at least two hundred years!

  "Medicine knows no borders! As long as it can cure diseases, it's good medicine! Well said! This sentence is really well said!" Yu Zimin couldn't help but applaud.

  Zhang Wen Zhong gave a faint smile and didn't say anything else. His attitude made people feel that he seemed to be somewhat arrogant after looking at him.

  However, after witnessing Zhang Wen-zhong's incredible and astonishing medical skills, the nurses in the operating room all agreed that Zhang Wen-zhong indeed had the qualifications to be proud.

  Actually, it was all a misunderstanding by the nurses about Zhang Wen Zhong.

  Zhang Wenzhong didn't say a word, not because he was arrogant, but because he really didn't have the strength to say anything more.

  After all, within the short 40 minutes, completing two high-difficulty surgeries tests not only the doctor's medical skills but also their physical strength.

  If it were the former Zhang Wen Zhong, completing these two surgeries would be a breeze. However, his current body is weak and frail, and being able to persist in completing the two surgeries was already an extremely difficult feat. Now that the surgery is done, he feels waves of fatigue throughout his entire body, and even his breathing has become labored and unsmooth.

  After taking a deep breath, Zhang Wen Zhong said: "Yue Lao, I'll go get the external application prescription for you. Later, according to the prescription, make an ointment and apply it to both of them."

  Having said that, Zhang Wenzhong stepped towards the door of the operating room.

  At this moment, Zhang Wenzhong suddenly felt that his two feet were as if they had lead blocks tied to them and he needed a lot of strength to take a step.

  At this time, he seemed to hear Yue Zimin saying something, but couldn't quite make it out. Just as he turned around wanting to ask, he could no longer hold on, and suddenly everything went black in front of him. His body swayed back and forth a few times before thudding to the ground with a loud crash.

  "Mr. Zhang——"

  Yue Zimin and the nurses were shocked and rushed over immediately.

  When Zhang Wenzhong came to, he opened his eyes and saw a spotless white ceiling. The faint smell of disinfectant wafted into his nostrils.

  He looked around blankly, only to find himself lying on a hospital bed, with an intravenous drip rack beside him, hanging a bottle of nutrient solution, and the needle of the infusion tube inserted into the back of his right hand.

  "Where am I?" Zhang Wen Zhong was somewhat bewildered, but he quickly recalled the events that had transpired earlier and couldn't help but shake his head in bitter laughter. He thought to himself: "This body is indeed too weak, having undergone two surgeries in a row has exhausted its energy. It seems I must find a way to improve this body's quality as soon as possible. Otherwise, if the body can't keep up, everything will be for naught."

  Just as Zhang Wen-zhong was lost in thought, a nurse wearing a white uniform, about 22 or 23 years old, with pink glasses on her face, walked in. Seeing that Zhang Wen-zhong had woken up, she let out a "ah" and immediately turned around and left the ward.

  Zhang Wenzhong guessed that she must have gone to inform Yue Zimin, he sat up from the bed and looked at the 500ml energy agent hanging on the infusion stand, which was already more than half empty. He estimated that he had been lying here for several hours, and it was likely that he would be considered absent from work.

  Thinking that this month's salary would be deducted by 50 yuan, Zhang Wen-zhong felt a bit painful. This 50 yuan was enough for him to buy some tonic Chinese medicine. While feeling the pain, he also found it somewhat amusing. In the past, he had never worried about money. However, he wasn't too concerned about money either, after all, with his medical skills, why worry about not making a living?

  Zhang Wen-zhong casually pulled out the infusion needle from the back of his right hand, then flipped over and got out of bed, moved his slightly stiff body around, and began to take stock of this hospital room.

  This is a high-end ward with an area of over 100 square meters, decorated very luxuriously, and it no longer feels like a ward, but more like a high-end business hotel.

  Looking at the luxury in the ward, Zhang Wen's face gradually darkened.

  Two or three minutes later, a hurried footsteps sounded outside the ward.

  The door of the ward was pushed open again. Among the people who came in, there were the nurse before, Yue Zimin and Chen Jian, as well as a man in a suit and tie, with shiny hair, looking like a government official, around 40 or 50 years old.

  It must be Zhao, the director of Yongcheng Hospital, who Chen Jian mentioned.

  Seeing Zhang Wen-zhong standing there like a person with nothing to do, Yue Zi-min let out a long sigh of relief and said: "Mr. Zhang, you're finally awake. You suddenly fainted in the operating room just now, which really scared me. Fortunately, it was just overwork and nothing serious. Otherwise, I would have been guilty for the rest of my life."

  "Thanks for your concern." Zhang Wen-zhong had a good impression of Yue Zi-min, so he smiled and thanked him.