“I will speak to the hospital director in person. With his medical expertise, he will surely know what is going on.”
If it were anyone else standing in front of him, the attending physician would definitely continue to refute him. How could he so easily go to the hospital director for verification? He clearly wasn't poisoned, and his physical condition was the same as before. Isn't this just trying to extort money?!
But this person is no ordinary person; he is the president of the Zhou Group!
With such a background, it's impossible for him to make things up... much less cause trouble for the hospital!
The attending physician stared at Zhou Yi for a while, and seeing Zhou Yi's solemn expression, he began to panic.
Could it be that my medical skills are not up to par, which is why I can't tell?
Thinking of this, the attending physician put aside his previous doubts and nodded to Zhou Yi, saying, "Okay, wait a moment, I'll call the hospital director over right away."
Ten minutes later.
After finishing their work, the hospital director and the attending physician hurriedly arrived at the ward.
Seeing Zhou Yi sitting on the sofa seemingly writing something, the hospital director only glanced at Zhou Yi before quickly walking to Grandma Zhou's bedside and carefully examining her.
Traditional Chinese medicine, in modern times, is slowly fading away.
But as the former president of a top-tier hospital, he naturally practices both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine.
Even the doctors below him know a little bit of traditional Chinese medicine, let alone him, the hospital director.
Moreover, the hospital director has studied medicine for a longer period than those doctors, knows more, and has a broader perspective, so he knows just how powerful traditional Chinese medicine really is.
However, nowadays, whether it's TCM colleges or doctoral supervisors, their TCM skills are only superficial compared to those of true TCM practitioners a hundred years ago.
The true lineage of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners has been lost.
"Dean, what's the situation? I really can't figure it out." The chief physician stood by, holding his breath, his eyes fixed on the dean's movements.
After a long while, the director put Grandma Zhou's hand under the blanket.
He gestured to the director not to panic, then looked at Zhou Yi calmly and said, "Young Master Zhou, I don't know where you heard this rumor that the patient has been poisoned?"
"Can you tell me what your evidence is that your grandmother was poisoned?"
As the dean, I naturally can't make statements that are too definitive.
"Of course, if you still think your grandmother is poisoned, our hospital has just received a new batch of equipment that can give the patient a comprehensive examination."
Zhou Yi had already put down his pen, pressing it down on the paper covered in writing. After hearing the dean's words, he stood up and walked over to the dean.
He gestured for the hospital director to take Grandma Zhou's pulse, saying, "Director, come here, put your hand here, and carefully feel the patient's pulse..."
Following Zhou Yi's instructions, the dean took Grandma Zhou's pulse and indeed felt a slight unusual pulse.
But this is something every elderly person has.
Before he could even question it, Zhou Yi leaned over, lifted Grandma Zhou's eyelids, and explained it to the dean.
"And here..."
"There's a thin, dark thread-like thing in the white of the eye, and..." As Zhou Yi patiently and carefully explained, the dean's pupils suddenly contracted.
The dark circles under his eyes were so faint that they were almost invisible unless you looked closely.
If the person on the other end of the line were an even older practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, and they were talking to him about the Four Diagnostic Methods and the Eight Standards, the hospital director might be somewhat convinced.
The person standing opposite him to give him guidance was just a college student in his early twenties. Students of this age are still studying traditional Chinese medicine theory at school and don't even have the opportunity to intern at a hospital.
But this young man actually came to instruct him on how to take a pulse?
Has he gone mad?
Or has the world gone mad?
The dean completely disregarded Zhou Yi, thinking that Zhou Yi had simply read a few books on traditional Chinese medicine and was just showing off.
The symptoms Zhou Yi mentioned are actually common as people get older.
The dean stood up and, in a vague manner, used the pulse diagnosis method from the Golden Chamber to explain the origin of these symptoms: "Young Master Zhou, what you're describing are actually normal phenomena."
"Like right now..."
"The symptoms you just mentioned are also explained in medical books; actually, they are..."
Since Zhou Yi acquired basic medical skills, the knowledge from traditional Chinese medicine books passed down from ancient times has automatically flooded his mind.
With the help of his medical skills, Zhou Yi could learn Chinese medicine books with ease, and he could memorize them all after reading them only once.
Zhou Yi knew that the dean was testing him, so he answered with the same symptoms described in the Golden Chamber Prescriptions.
The dean was slightly surprised that Zhou Yi was able to answer, but he still didn't think there was anything wrong with Grandma Zhou's condition and still believed in his pulse diagnosis.
Zhou Yi prefers to let the facts speak for themselves rather than offer explanations.
He walked over, picked up the prescription he had just written from the table, and handed it to the dean: "Since neither of us can convince the other, let's leave it at that."
"Please prepare these things for me. I will show you whether it's poisoning or just a physical reaction to old age!"
Zhou Yi wrote a densely packed prescription, which included several herbs that required prescription medication.
These types of prescription drugs cannot be bought outside of the clinic; they can only be prescribed by a doctor.
That's why Zhou Yi called the dean over.
After glancing at the prescription, the dean had to admit he was shocked.
"You really understand Traditional Chinese Medicine?!"
"Hiss!! You're basing this on Hua Tuo's... I don't quite understand this. Which book did you reference?"
It is impossible for someone who is not very knowledgeable about traditional Chinese medicine to concoct a prescription by hand.
Even doctoral supervisors at traditional Chinese medicine hospitals today cannot guarantee that they know the properties of all medicinal herbs.
This isn't a roadside pharmacy where you can just say you have a cold and get a few amoxicillin pills or some herbal tea for removing dampness and losing weight.
The configuration details for the former can be found online.
The latter formula consists of herbs that are gentle and nourishing to the body, such as angelica, red dates, goji berries, and astragalus.
But the prescription written by Zhou Yi contained real medicinal materials, even specifying the year and dosage.
On several occasions, even the dean was amazed by the combination of medicinal herbs. Zhou Yi's combination was just right; adding even one gram would make the herbs too cold, while subtracting one gram would make them too weak.
But Zhou Yi's writing was just so apt.
It took the dean a long time to finish reading the prescription on the paper. He closed his eyes, as if trying to memorize what he had seen.
A moment later, he opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and said:
"Who taught you Traditional Chinese Medicine?"
Zhou Yi replied calmly, "I have nothing to say about that."
Zhou Yi was just telling the truth, but the dean didn't see it that way.
The dean's eyelids twitched. It seemed that Zhou Yi did indeed have a mysterious master of traditional Chinese medicine teaching him. Otherwise, how could he be so skilled at such a young age?
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