Zhu Qinghan and Yin Ling were both in the ward.
The eldest brother recently returned to Y country with other missions to carry out, so the task of protecting Zhu Qinghan fell to Yin Ling.
"Ms. Zhu, the seventh day has passed. Why hasn't Ms. Han woken up yet?" Dr. Liao asked.
Zhu Qinghan pulled out the silver needles from Han Songyan's body one by one and put them back into her silver needle bag.
She spoke slowly, "No rush, she'll wake up soon."
Her unwavering temper infuriated the professors.
They all thought this girl was a fraud, but this fraudster was even calmer than them. The old experts who had studied medicine for half their lives hated this kind of person the most.
"Are you sure you can wake up? Heh, don't run away before he wakes up."
"It's a disgrace to traditional Chinese medicine. Although we study Western medicine, we still have great respect for traditional Chinese medicine, which has been passed down for thousands of years. Whether it's traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, the most taboo thing is to have people like you who are overly ambitious."
Zhu Qinghan slowly raised her head to look at the old expert who had spoken. "What am I after? I made this bet just to make everyone understand that there are always people more capable than you, and there are always higher mountains to climb. Don't limit yourself to your narrow perspective. Traditional Chinese medicine is profound and extensive, and its treatment methods are diverse. Just because Western medicine says someone is beyond help doesn't mean they truly have no hope of recovery. I'm not after fame or fortune. What benefit would I gain from telling this lie?"
Zhu Qinghan's voice was calm and gentle, showing no sign of anger whatsoever.
Only you know your true purpose.
"Since you've made such a bold promise, then get the patient awake as soon as possible."
Bai Qianmo looked at the old professor who had been pressing her aggressively.
“Professor Zhou, it’s not past midnight yet, so it seems my friend’s bet hasn’t been made yet, right?” Bai Qianmo coldly looked at the last person to speak.
Gao Wangzhou, an expert in neurology and psychiatry, was also someone Bai Kangyan hired at a high price.
He was in his seventies and had lived abroad for decades before returning to China after retirement.
He had only been back in China for four or five years when he was invited to work at the Second Hospital. It is said that he was aloof, arrogant, and conceited about his height.
"Hmph, I've already checked what you'll say if Ms. Han doesn't wake up after midnight."
“No need to wait until midnight.” Zhu Qinghan put the last silver needle into her bag and looked up at Gao Wangzhou.
"She will definitely wake up in another hour, before noon."
The senior experts exchanged glances, looking on with amusement.
"Not only are you skilled in medicine, but you can also tell fortunes with your fingers?" The question was asked with a hint of sneer.
Zhu Qinghan disagreed and explained to Bai Qianmo, "Noon is when the sunlight is strongest and the yang energy is at its lowest. Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes the balance of yin and yang. Ms. Han will definitely wake up before noon."
"You can tell he's a conman just by listening to his tone!"
"They're so ignorant. Young people these days are willing to say and do anything."
Bai Qianmo glanced at the group of chattering old experts.
"Since there's only one hour left, and it won't take up too much of your time, you can all stay and wait and see."
Gao Wangzhou, leaning on his cane, was the first to walk to the sofa in the rest area and sit down.
"I'll see what happens in an hour. If the patient doesn't wake up, let's see how you try to argue then."
Dr. Liao gestured to the remaining three senior experts: "Professor Wang, Professor Hong, Professor Lai, please sit down and wait. We should have the results before 11 o'clock. If Mrs. Bai hasn't woken up by then, this girl's lies will be exposed."
Several professors sat down, and Bai Qianmo looked at Zhu Qinghan.
Seeing her calm and composed expression, it seemed she was very confident in saying those words.
An hour is neither fast nor slow.
The hour felt exceptionally long as Bai Kangyan and his son Bai Luoyu waited.
The experts waited to see Zhu Qinghan make a fool of himself, leisurely sipping tea and chatting about academic matters on the sofa.
Bai Qianmo, Zhu Qinghan, and Yin Ling remained relatively calm.
"It's eleven o'clock." Dr. Liao glanced at the time.
At this moment, everyone's eyes turned to Han Songyan on the bed.
Han Songyan still did not react at this moment.
Zhu Qinghan reached out and placed her hand on Han Songyan's wrist to take her pulse, without saying a word.
The other experts looked even more disdainful and contemptuous at this point.
"Stop acting! You're a complete idiot, yet you shamelessly come here to harm patients, giving their families hope only to fail to cure them. A fraud like you should be sent straight to the police station to receive a proper legal education," Gao Wangzhou angrily accused.
Dr. Liao then said to Bai Kangyan, "Old Bai, now it's clear whether it's true or false. Don't be too sad. As long as the family stays with the patient, I believe Mrs. Bai will wake up sooner or later."
This statement, seemingly meant to comfort, actually sealed Han Songyan's fate.
Just as the old experts were criticizing her one after another, Han Songyan, who was lying on the bed, twitched her eyelids.
She was originally in a vast, white, unfamiliar, and mysterious place.
No matter how much she cried for help or ran around, the fog seemed endless, trapping her there.
Just now, she suddenly heard a series of intermittent sounds, which seemed to be an argument.
She was so excited that she immediately ran towards the direction from which the arguing was coming.
Suddenly, for some unknown reason, his body was pulled into the tunnel by a powerful and mysterious force.
She hurried through the tunnel, a bright light getting closer and closer, and the sounds of arguing becoming clearer and clearer.
Bai Qianmo was closest to the bedside, and she clearly saw Han Songyan's eyelids twitch.
Her eyes narrowed suddenly, and Bai Qianmo leaned down to observe her closely.
Several veteran experts were still criticizing Zhu Qinghan.
Zhu Qinghan has a good temper and seems completely unaffected.
Bai Qianmo said somewhat irritably, "Shut up, all of you!"
The elderly professors were startled and all looked at Bai Qianmo.
"She... seems to have moved!"
At this moment, Han Songyan's eyelids twitched twice again, and this time the spirit could see clearly.
"It moved! It really moved!"
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