Chapter 14: To do a good job, an artisan needs the best tools.

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The conversation had reached this point, and even if Yang Wei didn't continue, Xu Weimin and Zhao Yang had already caught on.

Xu Weimin chuckled, patted Yang Wei on the shoulder, and said, "Director Yang, look at the sweat on your brow. There's no need for such a fuss over a box of silver needles. You should eat more kidney to nourish your own, for there's not much to do about kidney deficiency, mainly just moderation."

Moderation, huh? Any more moderation and my wife is going to kill me!

Sometimes doctors really can talk without understanding the pain. Not to mention that the driver was still standing by. I've given you enough respect, how could you embarrass me in front of someone else?

Yang Wei felt uncomfortable, and said with a forced laugh, "Ah ha ha, you don't need to worry about me, the young brother here has already cured me."

"Cured you? Then what's with all the sweat…" Xu Weimin pointed at Yang Wei's forehead, which was dripping with sweat; it wasn't an exaggeration to describe it as pouring rain.

"Ah ha ha, it will be better soon, just treated, just treated," Yang Wei said.

This time, Xu Weimin glanced at Zhao Yang again and sneered, saying, "Director Yang, in a rush one must not resort to random treatments, or else you might not only fail to remedy the old ailment but also acquire a new one!"

During this time, Zhao Yang had been closely examining the box of needles he held.

Zhao Yang wasn't certain he could handle these needles well; he had always used pure silver needles before.

If they weren't made of silver, the hardness wouldn't be right, and the force required to hit the acupoints would also be different, so even if he knew how to treat, Zhao Yang wasn't completely sure of himself.

For acupuncture with silver needles, the material of the needles and the force applied are things that can't be treated lightly.

Zhao Yang felt troubled at heart.

This battle could only be won and not lost, there could be no mistakes whatsoever.

"Director Yang, I asked you to get me silver needles, what is this trash you've brought? I wanted pure silver!" Zhao Yang said.

"Brother, I've already made the greatest effort. You can't find pure silver in this county on such short notice. The mystic doctors do have them, but they treat them like treasures, afraid of damaging them—who would lend them to us?" Yang Wei was filled with frustration.

"If one wishes to do his work well, he must first sharpen his tools. These needles are of poor material and crudely crafted—I've never used them before. What if it ends up killing someone?" Zhao Yang said.

At this moment, the driver became a bit impatient: "Brother, if it's not going to work, let's just leave."

In his eyes, it was clear that they were wasting time. How could this youngster possibly have the skill to revive the dead?

Having finally gotten his hands on the silver needles only to hear they had never been used—well, what kind of acupuncture did you learn, eh?

Xu Weimin quickly waved his hand, saying, "Don't leave, Director Song's life depends on this young brother here. Silver needles is it? I'll think of something."

After speaking, Xu Weimin immediately went out the door.

When the man left, Yang Wei let out a dry laugh and said, "This man's already so old, yet why is he still so hot-tempered?"

Looks like he's picked a fight with me, Zhao Yang thought with an inward chuckle.

Before long, Xu Weimin came in with a box of silver needles, and an even older man followed behind him.

The old man was thin and frail, far from Xu Weimin's ruddy and plump appearance, but Zhao Yang could tell with just one glance that Xu Weimin was likely to pass away before the old man.

"Dean Zhou, ah, Professor Xu, you really wield great influence to have borrowed his silver needles," Yang Wei said with a smile.

It turned out the old man was the dean of Linmu Hospital.

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Director Zhou walked into the room and his gaze fell on Zhao Yang's face as he said, "Young man, where did you learn medicine?"

Zhao Yang smiled faintly and replied, "Let's cut the small talk, I should save someone first." With that, Zhao Yang took the box that looked ancient and smelled faintly of wood from Xu Weimin's hands.

Upon opening the box, Zhao Yang confirmed that the silver needles were definitely made of silver.

"Not so fast," Director Zhou stopped Zhao Yang, still smiling, and said, "The hospital has issued a critical condition notice to Director Song's family, which means that we have run out of options. However, if some unknown kid messes around and causes the patient to die sooner, our hospital would still be held responsible."

At this point, Zhao Yang was truly annoyed.

You people invited me here, so why all the hassle!

"Fine, if you don't trust me, then I'll just leave," Zhao Yang said as he got up to leave.

"Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute," Yang Wei hurriedly stopped Zhao Yang, saying, "Brother, don't go."

After speaking, Yang Wei turned to Mrs. Song and said, "Sister-in-law, this young man really has some skills. When Director Song collapsed on the roadside, I had no idea what was happening and was about to take him to the hospital. This brother diagnosed his condition with Pulse Diagnosis and immediately knew it was a cerebral hemorrhage. He insisted on calling an ambulance, and it was fortunate he was there at that moment, or by now Director Song would have already..."

Yang Wei didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood what he meant.

At this, both Xu Weimin and Director Zhou displayed surprised looks on their faces.

Their gaze towards Zhao Yang once again, now held something different.

Merely through Pulse Diagnosis, he could tell it was a cerebral hemorrhage—could it be that this young man in his twenties really had the skill to save Director Song's life?

Impossible!

Xu Weimin immediately dismissed the thought, as he had performed the craniotomy the day before. The procedure had been flawless, without a single mistake. With his current medical skills, he truly could not save the man.

He was forty-five this year and had studied and practiced medicine for over two decades. If he couldn't save a life, what could a twenty-something-year-old possibly do?

With that thought, Xu Weimin snorted lightly and said, "Director Zhou is also considering the hospital's reputation. If you insist on letting this kid try, then we should sign an agreement. If any problems arise, it has nothing to do with me or H County Linmu Hospital!"

"That won't be necessary," Yang Wei said with a forced smile, thinking to himself that they were all making unnecessary complications when they had no solution anyway.

Just then, the monitors by the patient's bed started to show that Director Song's breathing and pulse were weakening rapidly, hinting at an imminent risk of death.

Mrs. Song, anxious, quickly said to Zhao Yang, "Brother, you've even brought the silver needles, please try to help!"

With lives on the line and time running short, Zhao Yang didn't say anything and hurriedly began to administer treatment by the bedside.

It was his first time saving someone, and Zhao Yang found that his hands were slightly trembling.

This moment was too crucial as it determined a person's life and death, along with his own authority.

With so many people watching, including veteran practitioners of Traditional Chinese Medicine and experts in Western neurosurgery, he absolutely could not afford to fail in front of them!

At that moment, Zhao Yang thought of his master.

If he failed to save his first patient, he wondered if his master would be so angered that he would drag him back for closed-door intensive training.

Zhao Yang didn't have absolute confidence, but if he didn't attempt the rescue, this middle-aged man in front of him would die within three hours.

He had to save him, and he had to succeed!