Chapter 7: Lack of Medical Ethics

"Zhang Yuan, I know you look down on Traditional Chinese Medicine, but he truly has a way to cure Lin Lao," Xu Lao said angrily. "As for you, giving up so easily, does that live up to your medical skills and medical ethics?"

"You say this kid can do it? Fine, I'll ask you: what are your credentials? Who did you learn Traditional Chinese Medicine from, and how many people have you cured?" Zhang Yuan asked.

"Graduated from a medical vocational school, never held a formal job, and spent a few years drifting aimlessly," Chen Yu said truthfully.

"Hahaha, did everyone hear that? Someone who hasn't even seen a patient can cure Lin Lao? Xu Guangyuan, have you gone senile?"

"Xu Lao, you must be joking." Zhou Chi's face also darkened.

"I am really not joking. Director Zhou, would I joke with you?" Xu Guangyuan stamped his feet.

"I think you just want Lin Lao to die sooner. Throw this kid out," Zhang Yuan said with schadenfreude.

"Director Zhou, thank you for your concern for my father, but my father is already in this state, and the ability Mr. Chen has shown is convincing. Let him try."

After speaking with his father, Lin Wenfu, who had walked out of the ward, spoke up.

"President Lin, let me think of another way. We can drag it out for a few days," Zhang Yuan said. "But I cannot guarantee much; after all, Lin Lao is old."

"No need, just let Mr. Chen do it," Lin Wenfu refused directly.

Zhang Yuan's expression changed. Was Lin Wenfu looking down on him?

"Everyone who is not involved, please go out," Chen Yu walked forward. "Xu Lao, lend me a set of needles."

"Alright." Xu Guangyuan hurriedly took out his medical kit.

Aside from Zhang Yuan and Zhou Chi, everyone else left the room. Xu Lao watched with great excitement as Chen Yu performed the acupuncture.

Zhang Yuan snorted and said disdainfully, "Traditional Chinese Medicine is just superstition. If he can cure someone by sticking a few needles in, I'll write my name backward from now on."

Zhou Chi frowned, somewhat displeased. "Are you cursing Lin Lao not to get better?"

"That's not what I meant." Seeing Zhou Chi was displeased, Zhang Yuan stopped talking.

Xu Lao's face was dark, and he said nothing. It was true that Zhang Yuan had a small reputation in the Western Medicine field, and he was a few years older than Zhang Yuan, but Zhang Yuan did not respect him at all.

Lin Lao's lung cold condition had reached a very serious stage, and the neurons in his legs had been dormant, leaving him paralyzed for years. Chen Yu used the Nine-Line Needle Technique to stimulate his neurons; having integrated the Ancient Physician Inheritance and awakened his Martial Dao, treating this illness was not a problem at all.

One hour later, the acupuncture was finally finished, and Lin Lao's complexion had clearly become ruddy.

"How does Lin Lao feel?" Chen Yu asked.

"I feel much better." Lin Lao spoke with a strong, resonant voice and looked full of energy. Everyone was overjoyed; it seemed Lin Lao was fine.

Chen Yu put away the Silver Needle and said, "Try getting up and walking a few steps?"

"Get up?" Everyone in the room was stunned.

One had to know that Lin Lao had limited mobility; his leg muscles had atrophied, and he had been in a wheelchair for the past few years. Let alone standing up, even sitting up was difficult. Could a few needles cure this? Did this guy think he was an Immortal?

"You can make someone stand up just by sticking a few needles in? Who do you think you are?" Zhang Yuan sneered.

However, the scene that followed left him incredibly shocked. He saw Lin Lao actually stand up slowly with the support of his bodyguards.

"How does it feel?" Chen Yu asked.

"Good, very good. My hands and feet have strength, and my body feels warm. I have never felt this comfortable before," Lin Lao said excitedly.

"Mr. Chen, is my father okay now?" Lin Wenfu asked worriedly.

"Acupuncture once a week, combined with Traditional Chinese Medicine to recuperate. After one month, he will be able to return to the level of a normal person," Chen Yu said.

"Impossible, how is this possible?" Zhang Yuan was shocked.

"What is impossible about it? Isn't he cured?" Xu Lao felt great inside. Zhang Yuan was too arrogant; today, he finally received a lesson to broaden his horizons.

"You Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioners are just superstitious, using Witchcraft. What kind of Witchcraft did you use?" Zhang Yuan shouted.

"Get him out," Chen Yu frowned.

"Zhang Yuan, your position is suspended. Someone will replace you. Go and hand over your duties," Zhou Chi snorted coldly. "Your medical skills are not refined, yet you actually said Lin Lao wouldn't live past half a day? You are simply a quack." Zhou Chi's face was dark.

Zhang Yuan's face turned pale. Zhou Chi was the head of the Fengling medical system. With him saying this, he really wouldn't be able to survive here anymore.

"This young man's medical skills are truly brilliant." Zhou Chi laughed heartily. He walked forward and handed over his business card. "Young man, my name is Zhou Chi. I manage the medical system in Fengling. This is my business card. What we lack in Fengling is talent like you."

"Director Zhou is too kind, it was just a small effort," Chen Yu put away the business card and said politely.

"President Lin, don't worry about Lin Lao's illness. This is the prescription; just take it as directed. I will come again next week to perform acupuncture for him," Chen Yu said.

"Good, good. Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Chen. Shi Hu, see Mr. Chen out," Lin Wenfu instructed his bodyguard.

"Mr. Chen, please." Shi Hu was a bodyguard of the Lin Family and also a trusted aide. He escorted Chen Yu out.

"Mr. Chen, this is a small token from President Lin. It is not much, but please be sure to accept it." After leaving, Shi Hu respectfully presented a file bag.

"What is this?" Chen Yu asked.

"President Lin's business card, a bank card with a million-dollar consultation fee, and a villa at Biyue Lake," Shi Hu said. "President Lin said that if you ever have any matters in Fengling in the future, you can contact me directly. I will serve you at any time."

Chen Yu thought about it; he did indeed need money right now, so he accepted it and said, "Thank you to President Lin for me."

"No problem, Mr. Chen, please," Shi Hu bowed and said.

When Chen Yu returned to the ward, Ye Xinyu hurriedly stepped forward and asked a series of questions: "Chen Yu, what is going on? How was the matter with Zou Dalong resolved? Why am I in the hospital? This is a luxury hospital in Fengling. How could we afford to stay here?"

"The matter with Zou Dalong has been resolved, don't worry. Your health is poor, so recuperating here is good for both you and the baby," Chen Yu smiled. "I helped someone out, and to thank me, they are covering all the hospital expenses. Don't you worry."

"Really? You... you aren't lying to me?" Ye Xinyu looked at Chen Yu with suspicion.

"I'm really not. I swear, Wife. I said I would treat you well from now on and change my old bad habits. You have to have some faith in me," Chen Yu held her hand.

"Then, I believe you." Ye Xinyu gripped Chen Yu's hand, and her mood gradually calmed down.

"You must be hungry. I'll make you something to eat," Chen Yu smiled.

There was a private kitchen in the VIP room, and common ingredients for pregnant women were generally available. Chen Yu had already bought the medicinal diet ingredients beforehand. He rolled up his sleeves, and before long, a medicinal meal was ready.

"This is Deer Antler Chicken Soup. Deer Antler is sweet and salty in nature; it can replenish deficiency, strengthen tendons and bones, calm the fetus, and regulate Qi. It's good for the baby," Chen Yu ladled a bowl and brought it to her.

Ye Xinyu took the medicinal meal and took a bite, and her tears fell in large drops.

"Why are you crying? Is it not good?" Chen Yu was startled.

"No, it's very good. Husband, in three years of marriage, this is the first time I've eaten something you made. I feel so happy. If only you could stay by my side forever," Ye Xinyu wept.

Chen Yu's heart trembled slightly. A pregnant woman's sixth sense is the strongest; perhaps she had already sensed that he was no longer the original Chen Yu.

"Rest assured, I am not going anywhere; I will stay by your side forever," Chen Yu smiled, comforting her.

Pregnant women are prone to drowsiness; after eating, Ye Xinyu went to sleep, and this time she truly slept peacefully. After she fell asleep, Chen Yu went out.

He would have to leave eventually. It has been a year; Li Qingwan, are you and our son doing well? Chen Yu took out his phone, his hands trembling as he typed Li Qingwan's number onto the screen. He hesitated again and again, but in the end, he did not dare to call.

How was he supposed to explain his identity? Tell her that he had died and then been reborn in another body? Not to mention whether she would believe it, even if she did, would she accept him?

But reason was ultimately conquered by longing; he gritted his teeth and dialed the number.

"Hello, the number you have dialed is out of service area..." A cold, mechanical voice shocked Chen Yu. Could it be that the world he was reborn into was no longer the original world?