After Su Ruyi finished her phone call and returned to the emergency room, the female doctor had already put the thermometer back in the alcohol cup and was about to lie down and go to sleep again.

"Doctor, what is his temperature?" Su Ruyi asked.

"What's the big deal! Encephalitis can cause fever! I'm telling you, is this your boyfriend? You're just a village doctor, all you do is make a fuss and cause trouble for us! He just has a common cold! Take him home! Don't rush to the hospital in the middle of the night for every little ailment!" After saying that, the female doctor lay down and didn't look up again.

Su Ruyi touched Shen Heping's forehead, and the fever had indeed subsided.

But she knew that this was the effect of the Marrow Cleansing Decoction, which could only treat the symptoms, not the root cause.

But she couldn't tell the female doctor that Shen Heping had drunk the Marrow Cleansing Soup.

If she said that, she'd probably be arrested as a lunatic, right?

She and Shen Heping were left out in the cold.

The female doctor never looked up again.

A little while later, she started snoring softly.

About ten minutes later, a bald old man, exuding the air of a superior, arrived breathlessly: "Where is General Shen's son?"

As he spoke, he looked at Su Ruyi and Shen Heping, who was lying unconscious on the treatment bed.

The female doctor was startled awake: "Dean...Dean, what brings you here?!"

The dean's eyes widened: "You can sleep quite a bit, huh? What's the current situation with General Shen's son?"

The female doctor said with a forced smile, "You mean the young man whose head was cracked open last week? But I don't remember his surname being Shen..."

"What nonsense are you spouting?!" The hospital director slammed his hand on the table. "I'm talking about General Shen's son who came to the emergency room tonight!"

"Tonight... there are no young masters coming. Just... just this village doctor and her boyfriend coming to see a doctor. There are no other patients!" the female doctor said tremblingly.

The dean's gaze swept over Su Ruyi and Shen Heping again.

Su Ruyi pointed at Shen Heping and said, "This is Shen Guoliang's nephew, not his son. Also, he is not my boyfriend. I am the village doctor of Dingjiatun, and he is an educated youth who was sent to the countryside in Dingjiatun."

Upon hearing this, the female doctor felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and almost couldn't stand up: "What... Shen... Shen Guoliang..."

"Zhang Xiaozhen!" the hospital director roared, "Is this how you work the night shift? Leaving patients unattended while you sleep soundly?!"

"I...this patient is fine...I..." The female doctor named Zhang Xiaozhen didn't know how to explain, "He didn't say he was General Shen's nephew or son or anything, if he had said that, would I..."

"Shut up! Give it to me!" With that, he snatched the stethoscope from Zhang Xiaozhen's neck, put it on himself, and began to examine Shen Heping.

After listening to his heart and lungs, I also checked his muscle tone.

“Tongue depressor!” He reached his hand behind him.

The female doctor quickly took out a tongue depressor.

The oral cavity and tonsils were examined.

Su Ruyi reminded him, "It's said that his ear was bitten by a poisonous mosquito..."

The dean examined his ear closely, scrutinized his wound, and then gasped in shock.

Just like Su Ruyi had done before, the dean manipulated Shen Heping's limbs and tested several positions.

His face darkened: "Zhang Xiaozhen! Get a blood test immediately! This could very well be tick-borne encephalitis!"

Zhang Xiaozhen stared in disbelief, her face turning bright red.

Su Ruyi didn't say a word, and the hospital director's diagnosis was exactly the same as that of the village doctor!

Tears welled up in Zhang Xiaozhen's eyes: "Dean, this village doctor doesn't know anything. He says it's tick-borne encephalitis. Don't you know anything about it either? How can you say that? He doesn't have a fever at all. I just tested him! It's not a symptom of tick-borne encephalitis at all!"

"The wind is so strong tonight. I just saw bicycles parked outside, right? The patient's temperature naturally dropped because of the wind blowing all the way! You idiot!"

The hospital director, still not satisfied after his outburst, said, "Even if we take a step back and say that an ordinary person comes to the emergency room, you refuse to see them? What kind of logic is that? Are you even a doctor of the people? Zhang Xiaozhen, your thinking has been severely poisoned by your bourgeois family! You comrade, you have a serious problem!"

Zhang Xiaozhen's tears soaked her white coat.

She took out a syringe and test tube, held them in her hand, and cleaned them twice with iodine and alcohol before starting to draw blood.

The blood was dark red and slightly viscous.

This time, before the dean could even speak, she jogged over and delivered it to the laboratory.

The hospital director rubbed his hands together: "Young comrade, look at the mess this has made. Our Dr. Zhang isn't usually like this. Something happened at home, and she's in a bad mood, that's why..."

"I won't report this. What are your plans to do?" Su Ruyi asked directly.

"His intraocular pressure is already very high, so we're preparing to administer a bottle of mannitol. The rest of the treatment will depend on the blood test results. Also, we need to have phenobarbital ready for intravenous administration at any time," the hospital director said honestly, like a primary school student reporting on his work.

It reduces intracranial pressure and has anticonvulsant properties.

There's nothing wrong with this Western medicine treatment; the hospital director seems very familiar with clinical work.

She doesn't treat herself because she's afraid that Chen Heping's epileptic seizures will cause irreversible brain damage.

Su Ruyi nodded: "I understand. I'll keep a prescription so he can use it together with Western medicine once he's fully awake."

"You left the prescription?" the dean asked suspiciously.

Suddenly his eyes widened in shock: "You're that traditional Chinese medicine doctor... Su... Su..."

“Su Ruyi!” Su Ruyi nodded.

"My God!" The dean scratched his bald head vigorously. "You're that little miracle doctor who cured General Shen's poison!"

Su Ruyi nodded demurely again: "I dare not call myself a miracle doctor, it just happened to be the right diagnosis."

She was secretly delighted—her reputation had spread so far!

The dean rushed forward, grasped Su Ruyi's hands and shook them vigorously: "What a coincidence! I've always wanted to visit the little miracle doctor, but I never expected to be standing face to face with him, completely unaware of his greatness!"

Su Ruyi pulled her hand back with difficulty: "Didn't you want to receive mannitol? Then hurry up and do it."

"Oh, right, right, right!" The dean rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands, and personally prepared the medicine and inserted the acupuncture needles for Shen Heping.

Just as the dean adjusted the flow rate of the liquid and began washing his hands, Shen Guoliang strode in: "Old Kuang!"

The dean was startled by his booming voice and spilled the water he was washing his hands on.

He quickly dried his hands on his trousers and stretched them out from afar: "General! You've arrived!"

Su Ruyi then stood up from the stool next to her.

Shen Guoliang did not shake the hand extended by the dean, but strode up to Su Ruyi and bowed deeply: "My brother only has this one son. On behalf of my brother's whole family, I thank you, Dr. Su!"

Su Ruyi blushed deeply: "Brother Heping is still in danger. This was actually my oversight; I should have paid more attention to Brother Heping's condition."

"How can you blame yourself? So much has happened these past few days..."

Shen Guoliang was about to bring up Jin Dachun's matter when he quickly stopped himself. "How is He Ping now?"