Chapter 11: The School Doctor is Not Simple

  "Take good care of this prescription, remember to apply the medicine on time, I'm leaving, see you later." Zhang Wen Zhong nodded at Yue Zi Min and walked out of the ward in big strides. He was still thinking about rushing to the university hospital to get to work on time. After all, being late would also result in a fine, but it's better than playing truant. He urgently needed some money to buy medicine to strengthen his frail body.

  "Wait a minute." Yue Zimin ignored Chen Jian, who was still in a daze in the ward, and quickly followed Zhang Wenzhong out of the ward, saying: "Mr. Zhang, it's almost noon now, why don't you give me some face and let me treat you to a meal to thank you for saving those two seriously injured patients today?"

  Zhang Wenzhong's footsteps paused, and he asked in surprise: "What time is it now?"

  Yue Zimin raised his right hand, glanced at his wrist and replied: "It's five minutes to twelve."

  "It seems like I'm really going to be late this time, 50 yuan has been deducted for sure." Zhang Wen Zhong's face was full of worry.

  Yu Zimin couldn't help but want to wipe away sweat. This person had just rejected Chen Jian's temptation of several hundred thousand yuan, and now he was heartbroken over 50 yuan. If Chen Jian saw this scene, he would definitely be so depressed that he'd hit the wall. But isn't this behavior exactly what the ancient saying means: 'A gentleman loves wealth, but obtains it in a righteous way'?

  Yue Zimin curiously asked: "Mr. Zhang, where did you graduate from?"

  Actually, before this, Yue Zimin wanted to poach Zhang Wenzhong to Yongcheng Hospital. After all, the extraordinary medical skills displayed by Zhang Wenzhong were stronger than any doctor in Yongcheng Hospital. So he called Director Zhao over, originally intending to introduce Zhang Wenzhong to him. Unfortunately, Zhang Wenzhong ended up scolding Director Zhao until he was dizzy. Although Yue Zimin also secretly applauded and cheered for Zhang Wenzhong's actions, he was also very clear that after this incident, it would be almost impossible for Zhang Wenzhong to enter Yongcheng Hospital again.

  However, according to Yue Zimin's speculation, even if he had the opportunity to enter Yongcheng Hospital, recruiting Zhang Wenzhong would likely end in failure. This statement might not be believable to anyone. After all, in Yongcheng and throughout the entire Tian Province, countless people have risked their lives just to get into Yongcheng Hospital.

  "Yongcheng University campus hospital." Zhang Wen Zhong did not conceal his identity, smiling and replied: "I am a school doctor."

  "School doctor......?" Yue Zimin was taken aback, thinking to himself: "What era is this? The school doctor's medical skills are actually so superb. Ah, it's a pity we can't poach him to our hospital, otherwise, with his skills, he would definitely be able to greatly improve the medical standards of our hospital."

  Yue Zimin thought for a moment and said, "Alright, Mr. Zhang, how about this: I'll treat you to lunch today, and then this afternoon, I'll take you to the hospital on the campus of Yongcheng University and let your dean explain what happened today. That way, not only won't you be docked pay, but you might even get a bonus."

  Zhang Wen Zhong said, "Whether or not to explain is irrelevant. However, Old Yue, you want me to have dinner with you, I will definitely grant you the favor. But, Old Yue, before we go for dinner, I have an impolite request."

  "Please go on."

  "I need some Chinese medicine, but I'm a bit short of money now and I'm afraid I won't be able to afford them. If Old Yue isn't worried that I'll default on the debt, I was wondering if it would be possible to get some medicine on credit from your hospital, and then pay for it in installments after I receive my salary?"

  Yue Zimin burst out laughing: "I thought it was something big, but it's just this kind of thing. No problem, Mr. Zhang wants whatever Chinese medicine to say. As for the money, don't mention it again. Today you helped our hospital and saved two seriously injured people. How can we ask you for money?"

  "In that case, I won't be polite." Zhang Wen Zhong also didn't stand on ceremony and took the pen and prescription slip from Yue Zi Min's hand to write down the Chinese medicine he needed. Most of the Chinese medicine he asked for were ordinary medicines, only the dosage was large, often in catties.

  Yue Zimin took the prescription and looked at it, but didn't ask Zhang Wenzhong what so many Chinese medicines were for. He took out his mobile phone and dialed the pharmacy's number, reading out the names and dosages of the medicines on the prescription to the pharmacist, instructing them to prepare the medicines as soon as possible.

  After hanging up the phone, Yue Zimin looked at Zhang Wenzhong and said: "Mr. Zhang, the Chinese medicine room is preparing the necessary Chinese medicinal materials for you, let's go eat first."

  "Good." Zhang Wen Zhong smiled and nodded, his mood suddenly greatly improved.

  After a simple lunch at a restaurant near Yongcheng Hospital, Zhang Wenzhong, accompanied by Yue Zimin, obtained the prepared Chinese medicinal materials from the Chinese medicine room of Yongcheng Hospital.

  Zhang Wen-zhong needed these Chinese medicinal herbs, although there were only a dozen or so varieties, but the quantity of each was quite large, with even the smallest being over a kilogram. After adding up all these Chinese medicinal herbs, they actually used a large woven bag to hold them all.

  These dozens of kilograms of Chinese medicinal materials, relying solely on Zhang Wen's traction to pull them back to his rented house, would require a great deal of effort, so Yue Zimin suggested driving him home.

  Zhang Wen-zhong naturally wouldn't refuse Yue Zi-min's kindness, and he didn't plan on going back to work at the school hospital in the afternoon either. Since today was already a lost cause with his pay being deducted, he might as well just skip the afternoon shift altogether. Moreover, he wanted to use the afternoon and evening to undergo acupuncture and take medicine to cleanse his marrow and strengthen this frail body of his. Ideally, he hoped to raise his physical strength to the point where he could cultivate the Medical Canon of the Heart.

  Yue Zimin, while driving, did not forget to ask Zhang Wenzhong about medical questions. Although his age was much older than Zhang Wenzhong and his reputation was much louder than Zhang Wenzhong, the medical skills shown by Zhang Wenzhong made him sincerely admire.

  Zhang Wen-zhong was very satisfied with Yue Zi-min's medical ethics, so he answered all his questions.

  After several questions, Yue Zimin was even more shocked.

  The medical puzzles that Yue Zimin asked were recognized as difficult problems in the domestic and foreign medical circles, which had been troubling him for a long time. Countless domestic and foreign medical experts have been deeply troubled by these puzzles. In fact, he didn't expect to get answers from Zhang WenZhong either, he just wanted to discuss these puzzles with Zhang WenZhong together, to see if he could get some inspiration to solve the problems from him.

  However, what Yue Zimin did not expect was that these problems that had been troubling medical professionals for a long time were not considered difficult at all by Zhang Wenzhong. Every problem that seemed very troublesome to Yue Zimin could be pinpointed by Zhang Wenzhong with just a few words.

  Although Zhang Wenzhong did not tell Yue Zimin how to solve these problems, the inspiration he gave to Yue Zimin made him delighted to see a glimmer of hope in solving these problems!

  If he wasn't still driving, Yue Zimin really wanted to slap his thigh hard to vent the excitement and excitement in his heart.

  "It's better to hear one word from a wise person than to read ten years' worth of books. Mr. Zhang, today's conversation with you has truly been enlightening for me, I've benefited so much!" Yu Zimin said gratefully as he stopped the car in front of Zhang Wenzhong's old residential building.

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