Chapter 80: Strength Shatters Doubts! Conquering Prejudice!
Ning Tang was unaware of Lu Niannian's plans.
At that moment, she was busy seeing the newly arrived, difficult patients at the hospital with Wang Yingying.
The patient was a woman in her fifties.
I heard that he was a communications soldier who served on the battlefield when he was young.
He stepped on a landmine that exploded, and shrapnel flew into his head. He survived surgery, but the shrapnel remains inside his skull, causing him chronic headaches.
Wang Yingying rested her chin on her hand, looking somewhat conflicted: "Our hospital director originally didn't want to accept this patient. Counting all over the country, how many people would dare to perform this surgery?"
"If we make a mistake, it could be a matter of life and death. Not only could it cost lives, but it would also damage the reputation of our hospital."
Ning Tang asked, "Then why did you agree in the end?"
She could actually understand this situation.
Don't take on a job you can't handle.
If you force yourself to do it, it's not only a desecration of your profession, but also a disregard for life.
Wang Yingying sighed: "It's all because of Professor Ming and the others."
“They happened to be there at the time. They came from Beijing and were very confident in this kind of major surgery, so they let me take it on.”
"You weren't there, otherwise you would definitely have been scared by our dean's stern old face."
Although it sounds nice, saying that if anything unexpected happens, it has nothing to do with the hospital.
But you still have to have surgery in the hospital, right? If something goes wrong, no one can escape responsibility.
As if remembering the dean's instructions, Wang Yingying grabbed Ning Tang's hand, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes full of seriousness.
"Dr. Ning, the hospital director said that you will also be on the operating table!"
"Me?" Ning Tang was taken aback. "What would a traditional Chinese medicine doctor like me do on the operating table?"
Wang Yingying: "The dean said that Professor Ming and his team are Western doctors who are good at actual surgery, but postoperative care is the strength of our traditional Chinese medicine."
"Think about it, she has an old head injury and is old. She will definitely have a big reaction after the surgery. Not to mention the persistent high fever, the blood stasis alone is a problem. At that time, we will have to rely on the traditional Chinese medicine department to come and do acupuncture to promote blood circulation and save her life."
"Western medicine's antibiotics are effective quickly, but if complications arise, they alone are not enough."
The only good solution right now is to combine Chinese and Western approaches.
The wisdom left by our ancestors is profound.
Ning Tang frowned, clearly disagreeing with the matter.
She understood the hospital director's arrangements, but this was a craniotomy. If something went wrong during the surgery or if there was a postoperative infection, how would the responsibility be determined?
She looked up at Wang Yingying, her face full of seriousness.
"But we didn't even go for the preoperative consultation, so we don't know anything about the patient's condition. What if we go straight to the operating table to cooperate and there is a conflict with Professor Ming's treatment plan?"
Wang Yingying glanced towards the door and, finding no one outside the corridor, quickly moved closer and lowered her voice.
"I'm also quite worried about these things, mainly because the dean is reluctant to talk about it, and we can't be the ones to suffer the consequences."
"If we're lucky, the surgery will go smoothly; if we're unlucky... then everyone who participated in the surgery will be doomed."
Wang Yingying's eyes lit up: "That's exactly what I was thinking of doing at noon, would you like to come?"
Zhou Hairong, the director of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, is on leave.
Right now, the only people we can really boast about are Ning Tang and Wang Yingying.
"Go, of course I'll go."
Ning Tang wasn't afraid of being retaliated against at all. "This matter can't be left unresolved. Since we've been asked to participate, we have to understand all the circumstances clearly and thoroughly."
I knew you'd come with me!
Wang Yingying breathed a sigh of relief, and the more she looked at the person in front of her, the more she liked him.
"After lunch, let's go straight to the office and wait for them. I heard that Professor Ming and his team have a meeting this morning, so they're probably very busy right now."
Ning Tang nodded.
The two talked about work for a while before parting ways.
The morning passed quickly.
After treating the last patient, Ning Tang took off her white coat and went to the cafeteria for lunch with her colleagues.
Because people from big cities have come to study and exchange ideas, the food prices in the cafeteria have risen accordingly during this period.
Even the tables in the cafeteria were polished to a shine, so shiny you could use them as mirrors.
Ning Tang had just found an empty seat with her tray when she saw Wang Yingying walk over with a bowl of soup.
He had barely sat down and, without even taking a breath, put all the teriyaki ribs from his plate into Ning Tang's bowl.
"Try these ribs, they all say they're delicious. Luckily I grabbed them fast enough."
“You’re pregnant and so thin, you need to make sure you get enough nutrition.”
Ning Tang couldn't refuse, so she took a bite. It was indeed delicious, tender and falling off the bone, with a perfect balance of sweet and sour.
She didn't finish it all; she deliberately left most of it.
The two ate and chatted, and the topic soon turned to their plans to visit Professor Ming later.
Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao appears.
Professor Ming, who had been in a meeting all morning, brought his students to lunch.
No one knows what happened, but the people who were so arrogant yesterday are now like wilted eggplants.
Professor Ming suddenly spoke up as he passed by Ning Tang.
"Dr. Ning Tang, could you please come over here with Dr. Wang Yingying?"
"We have some things we'd like to discuss with you."
Ning Tang and Wang Yingying looked at each other, both seeing great confusion in each other's eyes.
The two quickly realized what was happening.
I followed Professor Ming to an empty table in the corner of the cafeteria and sat down with a group of students.
"I'd like to talk to you two about something very important, and also to ask what your thoughts are."
Professor Ming got straight to the point, briefly recounting the events of today's meeting.
"The patient is very weak and may not be able to complete the surgery, which is a big problem."
They've been meeting all morning, but no one has come up with a good solution.
This sense of defeat made these privileged individuals feel terrible, as if they had been abandoned by the world.
Ning Tang thought for a moment, then frowned slightly: "What is the specific reason for the weakness?"
"Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes the importance of qi and blood. If qi and blood are insufficient, it can lead to fatigue, and in more serious cases, it can even affect mood, causing one to feel depressed every day."
Without Professor Ming saying a word, a single glance from him was enough to prompt the student next to him to speak up.
"During the preoperative examination, it was found that she couldn't eat for a week, and each meal consisted of just a few bites. She said that eating too much would make her nauseous. She also suffered from headaches and insomnia at night, and she slept less than five hours a day."
Ning Tang pondered for a long time.
He slowly opened his mouth under everyone's expectant gaze.
"In traditional Chinese medicine, this is a typical case of deficiency of both qi and blood, coupled with restlessness of mind."
"Long-term headaches deplete one's energy, and poor appetite coupled with mental exhaustion creates a vicious cycle. Forget about surgery, even daily life feels tiring, and one just lies in bed all day."
Professor Ming's eyes lit up.
I didn't expect this little girl to actually be able to explain things clearly.
To have such good fortune at such a young age, wouldn't his medical skills become even more extraordinary if he were sent abroad for further studies in the future?
Professor Ming was heartbroken at the thought that such a talented person was not his student.
Suppressing his regret, Professor Ming leaned forward slightly, his gaze towards Ning Tang filled with the loving kindness of an elder.
"So, in your opinion, young comrade, how should we adjust it?"
"We are Western medicine practitioners, and the only way is intravenous infusion. Not to mention how fast it works, the key issue is that it's not the right treatment."
Ning Tang never expected that Professor Ming, such a prestigious figure, would actually listen to the opinion of an unknown person like her.
I was somewhat shocked for a moment.
But she quickly composed herself and said clearly and logically:
"Time is of the essence right now, and traditional Chinese medicine is relatively slow to take effect, so I can help her with acupuncture."
"You're not Hua Tuo reincarnated, what if it doesn't work?"
"Yes, we don't have time to play house with you. We're all doctors, you should know how precious time is, right?"
"If you ask me, traditional Chinese medicine is still inferior to Western medicine. If it were really that amazing, why didn't people in ancient times live to be a hundred years old?"
Several students behind Professor Ming couldn't hold back any longer and expressed their distrust of Ning Tang.
But some people believed in Ning Tang, after all, they had seen her abilities on the very first day they arrived.
Upon hearing this, before Ning Tang could react, Wang Yingying, who was standing next to her, exploded.
She suddenly stood up from the stool, put her hands on her hips, and pointed at these people, looking like a mother hen protecting her chicks.
Wang Yingying glared at him and said, "Studying Western medicine has turned you into a Western-worshipper, hasn't it?"
"When our Tangtang used gold needles to treat and save lives, it was even more effective than a single Western needle. If you haven't seen it, don't spout nonsense!"
"Hey, how can a young girl like you use such foul language? What man would dare to marry you in the future?"
"What's it to you? Why are you worrying so much? Why don't you have your dad come over? I'll teach you a good lesson, you stepson!"
When the others in the cafeteria heard the commotion and saw that someone from their hospital was being bullied, they immediately stood up.
Seeing that a fight was about to break out, Professor Ming's face darkened, and he shouted angrily.
"Shut your mouths, all of you!"
"You are all highly educated people, how can your minds be so barren?"
"Aren't you Chinese? If your ancestors could hear their descendants questioning them, they'd probably crawl out of their graves!"
The angry reprimand was like a thunderclap.
The previously noisy crowd instantly fell silent.
Those students who were just questioning traditional Chinese medicine shrank back like ostriches, their faces turning red and white, and they didn't even dare to breathe.
Ning Tang gently patted Wang Yingying, who was still angry, signaling her to calm down.
He then looked at Professor Ming, his tone calm, but his tense jaw revealed his bad mood.
"I love traditional Chinese medicine. Don't be fooled by how impressive I seem now. But for a country with a 5,000-year history like China, this is nothing."
"The fact that it could save many lives in impoverished ancient times is enough to prove its appeal."
"I use gold needles to try to give patients a better chance of survival, not to compete with you Western medicine."
Professor Ming listened, and his eyes showed approval.
He knew that what he had just said was indeed very offensive.
He quickly said, "I trust you, young comrade. Go to the ward now, I'll go with you personally."
"In all my years, this is the first time I've ever seen a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner administer acupuncture up close."
Professor Ming followed Ning Tang.
They stopped halfway through.
He said coldly to the students behind him who were looking at each other in bewilderment:
"What are you all standing there for? Follow along and see just how arrogant and ridiculous you really are."
A group of students dared not slack off and quickly followed behind.
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"What did you say?" Xu Qiaoyan suddenly stood up from his chair, staring at Lu Niannian in front of him. "She's really back?"
"certainly!"
"Brother Qiaoyan, you have no idea how surprised I was when I saw that woman at the hospital. She actually dared to come back!"
After leaving the hospital, Lu Niannian went straight to Xu Qiaoyan's research institute.
She had never seen such a rude woman in her entire life.
It's like he can't speak properly, his mouth is full of barbs, and he's still making her uncomfortable.
"Brother Qiaoyan, she doesn't seem to have learned her lesson. Is she coming back at this time to upset Sister Wenya?"
Xu Qiaoyan glanced at Lu Niannian indifferently, then frowned: "What does this have to do with elegance?"
“Wenya is your wife. She used to follow you around all the time. I can guarantee she still has ulterior motives.”
You're overthinking it.
"I just got divorced a few days ago and am currently single."
Lu Niannian's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "What? Divorce?"
"What about Sister Wenya? What will happen to her?"
Xu Qiaoyan had never had a good impression of Lu Niannian because she was frail and sickly and had been spoiled since childhood.
I always want to play with them, but I never mean what I say.
She only reluctantly agreed after the boys had to invite her.
Xu Qiaoyan has never been one to fall for sentimentality since he was a child, and he simply doesn't engage with it.
Lu Niannian often pretends to cry, which results in him being double-beated by his grandparents every time.
Thinking of this, Xu Qiaoyan's tone became even worse: "What's it to me?"
"If you miss her, why don't you come in together?"
"I'm very busy, please don't bother me unless it's absolutely necessary."
After saying that, he turned to leave.
Lu Niannian, who was behind him, was still in shock for a long time.
How dare he!
I've suffered more grievances than I have today in all my life!
Lu Niannian sniffed, feeling both angry and aggrieved.
If it weren't for Brother Qiaofeng, she wouldn't have bothered with Xu Qiaoyan's mess.
That Ning Tang clearly has ill intentions.
Back then, this woman probably used some means to seduce Brother Qiaofeng while I was abroad for medical treatment.
A genius doctor?
Lu Niannian was filled with disdain, absolutely certain that there was something fishy about that title.
She's so materialistic, she might have just deliberately created this gimmick.
How could my mother possibly want such an untrustworthy person to treat her illness?
Lu Niannian would rather die of illness than let Ning Tang touch her.
...
The ward.
Everyone held their breath as they watched Ning Tang perform acupuncture.
The woman moved nimbly and steadily, and in the blink of an eye, she inserted the needles according to the acupoints.
Among these people, there are a few who understand acupoints.
He glanced at it quickly and was so shocked he couldn't close his mouth.
That's amazing, all the acupoints are correct.
To be able to insert needles without hesitation requires at least a lifetime of training.
Ning Tang stopped the acupuncture after only ten minutes.
Everyone instinctively looked at the person in the hospital bed.
The woman's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and her complexion improved at a visible speed.
Although it was only a little bit, it was enough to excite everyone.
Wang Yingying stepped forward and said, "Where are those people who were saying that traditional Chinese medicine is bad? They should come out and apologize right now!"
The faces of the men who had just made those outrageous remarks turned pale.
He subconsciously looked at Ning Tang, wanting her to say something and not be so unforgiving.
As a result, they saw Ning Tang acting as if she couldn't see them, and even smiling at them. Her pleasant voice at this moment was no less than that of a ghost seeking death.
"yes."
"What about an apology?"
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