Chapter 10 Want your tongue back? Apologize!

  Looking at Director Zhao fainting on the ground, all three of them were stunned. Finally, it was still Yue Zimin who reacted first, hastily squatting down to grab Director Zhao's wrist and take his pulse.

  "He just got a bit too excited and fainted, nothing serious." Zhang Wenzhong said with a smile.

  Yu Zimin stood up with a wry smile, looking at the nurse who was still stunned beside him, and instructed: "Don't be stunned, hurry up and call someone to take Director Zhao away for treatment. The harm of gas attacking the heart can be great or small, don't take it lightly."

  "Yes, yes..." The nurse finally came to her senses and hastily turned around and ran towards the doctor's office and nurse station.

  As soon as they heard that Director Zhao was scolded until he fainted, the doctors and nurses couldn't help but be curious, wanting to take a look. So a group of doctors and nurses pushed a hospital bed over, while they were busy moving Director Zhao onto the bed, they curiously sized up Zhang Wenzhong.

  This person doesn't seem to have anything special about him, how could he scold Director Zhao until he was stunned? There aren't many people who dare to scold Director Zhao like that, is this young man actually quite powerful?

  The doctors and nurses began to guess Zhang Wen's identity and background.

  Because of the presence of Yue Zimin, the doctor and nurse did not dare to linger here for a long time, nor did they dare to ask the doubts in their hearts. After moving Director Zhao onto the hospital bed, they pushed Director Zhao into the most luxurious ward together, and then dispersed. However, some people with ulterior motives tried every means to stay in Director Zhao's ward. They looked forward to Director Zhao seeing them first when he woke up, so that they could leave a good impression on Director Zhao's mind.

  "These guys, sigh..." Yue Zimin sighed softly, obviously very dissatisfied with the behavior of these doctors and nurses, and also a little self-reproachful.

  Zhang Wen Zhong smiled calmly and said, "Old Yue, you don't have to blame yourself either. This isn't your problem or theirs, but a problem of this society. Right, I mentioned earlier that I need to write a prescription for an external application to help those two seriously injured women recover from their fractured bones quickly. Is there pen and paper here? I've already wasted enough time here, after writing the prescription for you, I have to leave."

  "Okay, all right. Just wait a minute, I'll get a pen and paper," he said hastily. He turned around and left the ward to get a pen from the nurse's station.

  The ward was left with only Zhang Wen and Chen Jian.

  To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that he had tried many methods and still couldn't recover his stiff tongue, Chen Jian wouldn't have been willing to come here to see Zhang Wen again. Now that he saw Zhang Wen looking at him, Chen Jian was dissatisfied in his heart, but could only put on a smiling face to greet him. After all, Yue Zimin had already told him before that if he wanted to recover from his stiff tongue, probably the only person in the world who could do it was Zhang Wen.

  "Do you want me to help cure your tongue?" Zhang Wen Zhong looked at Chen Jian and asked.

  Chen Jian hastily nodded his head, he was unable to speak at the moment and could only use gestures to express himself.

  "Didn't you think traditional Chinese medicine is a deceitful sorcery? You should use those medical techniques that you consider scientific to treat your tongue, instead of running to find me, this quack doctor."

  Chen Jian's face was bitter, and he muttered to himself: If those medical techniques were effective, why would I have come looking for you?

  Zhang Wen-zhong looked at him and said: "You must be thinking to yourself right now, 'If those medical techniques were effective, why would I have come looking for you?' Right?"

  Chen Jian did not expect Zhang Wenzhong to actually see through his mind, and he was shocked at once.

  At this moment, Yue Zimin returned to the ward with a pen and prescription, looking at Chen Jian's expression on his face, he knew what had happened here. Although Yue Zimin was also dissatisfied with Chen Jian's attitude towards traditional Chinese medicine, after all, he was the director of the third emergency department. If he couldn't speak, it would cause a lot of trouble. Therefore, Yue Zimin, despite having grievances in his heart, could only open his mouth to plead for Chen Jian to Zhang Wenzhong: "Mr. Zhang, I'm pulling down my old face to ask you for a favor, please help Director Chen treat his tongue. Director Chen is the backbone of our hospital's emergency department and chief physician, if he can't speak, it will delay many things."

  Yuezi Min and others were interceding for Chen Jian, Zhang Wenzhong said: "To cure his tongue, it's not impossible, but he must agree to one condition."

  Because Chen Jian can't speak now, he can only take other ways to communicate with Zhang Wen Zhong. He took the pen from Yue Zi Min's hand and tore off a prescription from that medical record book, scribbling on it: "What conditions?"

  Zhang Wen-zhong said: "I once read your article in a domestic medical journal. You can say that you are the pioneer of the anti-traditional Chinese medicine faction in the domestic medical community, and it's not an exaggeration to call you a radical. Today's experience should have let you know that traditional Chinese medicine is not as bad as you imagined. Its magical aspects, you should already have some understanding of. My request is for you to publish an apology letter in a domestic medical journal, retracting the insulting words about traditional Chinese medicine that you previously said. As long as you do this, I can immediately make your tongue recover normally."

  A hint of embarrassment appeared on Chen Jian's face.

  Chen Jian is not an unknown figure, in the domestic medical community, he is also a somewhat famous figure. Moreover, he has always advocated for the abolition of traditional Chinese medicine, if what Zhang Wenzhong said is true, and he really publishes an apology letter in a medical journal, his reputation will probably plummet.

  Chen Jian, who attaches great importance to face, did not want such a thing to happen.

  "Can't we change the condition? How about I give you money instead? How much do you want? 100,000? 200,000? Or just name a price, I won't haggle with you!"

  Zhang Wenzhong shook his head and sneered, "Although money can make a ghost push a millstone, it cannot change my mind. Apologize or be mute, you consider it yourself. However, I want to remind you that if you don't receive treatment within a week, your tongue will permanently remain stiff. Not only will you be unable to speak, but it will also hinder your eating." After saying this, he reached out and snatched the pen from Chen Jian's hand, ignoring Chen Jian's dark face, and buried his head in writing down the names of twelve Chinese medicines and their respective dosages on the prescription form.

  Yue Zimin took the prescription and, as soon as he saw Zhang Wenzhong's handwriting, couldn't help but praise: "Good handwriting, really good handwriting. This Yan-style calligraphy is almost indistinguishable from the real thing. I didn't expect that Mr. Zhang not only has excellent medical skills, but also writes beautiful calligraphy." After praising for a few sentences, he carefully looked at the names of the medicines written on the prescription and was slightly taken aback.

  The Chinese medicine prescription written by Zhang Wen-zhong contains twelve very ordinary medicines. Among them, ten are drugs for promoting blood circulation and removing stasis, connecting tendons and bones, while the other two are tonifying and nourishing medicines. There is not a single precious medicine in this entire prescription.

  Although Yue Zimin did not speak, Zhang Wenzhong sensed his thoughts and smiled faintly before saying: "It's not that precious medicine is necessarily effective, and ordinary medicine has no effect. The key to traditional Chinese medicine lies in the combination of monarch, minister, assistant, and envoy, as well as the matching changes in dosage. If the relationship between monarch, minister, assistant, and envoy is chaotic, and the dosage is mismatched, even the most precious medicine cannot exert its effects. On the other hand, even ordinary medicine can produce satisfactory therapeutic effects. Therefore, one should not blindly believe in precious medicine, nor belittle ordinary medicine."

  "I understand." Yue Zimin's expression turned serious, and he replied solemnly. At this moment, his demeanor was like that of a diligent student listening to his teacher's teachings.