Chapter 38 A Hero Emerges from a Young Girl
Following a group of experts, Gu Baobao walked through a heavily guarded corridor and arrived at the VIP ward area, which was the quietest and most secure in the hospital.
The elderly expert, Comrade Tang Zhengnan, whom she pulled back from the brink of death yesterday, has been moved to a more spacious and bright single ward.
Two guards stood at the entrance, armed and alert, their eyes sharp and their demeanor calm.
When Dean Zhou and the experts arrived with Gu Baobao, they carefully verified the documents and approval slips before allowing them to pass.
In the ward, sunlight streamed through the clean glass windows, and the air was filled with a faint scent of disinfectant and a calming herbal aroma.
On the hospital bed, Tang Zhengnan had regained consciousness and was leaning against the pillow. His face was still pale, but his eyes had regained their clarity, carrying the wisdom of someone who had experienced many hardships and a trace of weakness from recovering from a serious illness.
His hair was gray, and his face was serene. Even in his hospital gown, he exuded an air of refined elegance and profound knowledge.
As the group entered, his gaze naturally fell on Gu Baobao, who was surrounded by everyone like a star, yet was the youngest and most eye-catching among them.
Even Tang Lao, who had seen countless storms and met countless people, couldn't help but show a hint of surprise and admiration in his eyes at this moment.
Is this the little girl?
She looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, with skin as white as snow, eyebrows and eyes as beautiful as a painting, and a clean and lively temperament like a clear spring in a mountain stream.
The image of his savior, who was described as a master needle practitioner and precise surgeon, was vastly different from what he had imagined.
Heroes emerge from youth... no, heroes emerge from young women!
Old Tang was filled with emotion. He nodded slightly to Gu Baobao, his voice still weak and hoarse.
"This must be... Comrade Gu Baobao, right? Thank you for saving this old man's bones."
Gu Baobao quickly stepped forward, her attitude respectful yet generous, her voice soft yet clear:
"Grandpa Tang, please don't be so polite. Saving lives is a doctor's duty. How are you feeling now? Is there anything that's particularly uncomfortable?"
"I'm much better, but I'm still a bit weak, and my wound still hurts a little," Tang said honestly, his eyes filled with gentleness and curiosity as he looked at Gu Baobao.
"Then let me take your pulse and see how your recovery is progressing."
As Gu Baobao spoke, she naturally stepped forward.
A quick-witted doctor immediately moved a stool over and gently placed it beside Old Tang's bed, wiping the stool with a handkerchief, his attitude extremely attentive.
Gu Baobao was taken aback, then politely nodded to Dr. Song:
"Thank you, Dr. Song."
Song Xuede quickly waved his hand, his face beaming with smiles:
"Of course, of course! Please have a seat, Comrade Gu!"
Gu Baobao didn't make a fuss and sat down on the stool.
Today she was wearing a simple white shirt and blue pants, her hair loosely tied up. Sitting there, she had an upright posture and a focused expression, exuding a calm aura that made people not dare to underestimate her because of her young age.
She extended three fingers and gently placed them on Mr. Tang's outstretched wrist.
In an instant, the entire ward fell silent.
All the experts, doctors, and nurses, including Dean Zhou, held their breath, their eyes fixed intently on Gu Baobao's hand taking her pulse and Shen Jing's face, as if they were witnessing some sacred ritual.
Even the guards at the door unconsciously lowered their breathing.
Gu Baobao closed her eyes and focused her mind, feeling the pulse beating under her fingers.
The pulse was much more stable and stronger than yesterday, indicating that the surgery was successful and the risks of bleeding and shock had passed.
but……
Her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
This pulse... appears stable, but it reveals a deeper level of weakness and sluggishness.
It's not just the weakness caused by gunshot wounds and surgical trauma.
She carefully analyzed the information, quickly drawing upon the profound medical knowledge and experience accumulated in her previous life, combined with the potential spectrum of diseases in this era.
About two minutes later, she slowly opened her eyes, withdrew her hand, looked at Old Tang, and her eyes showed a hint of seriousness and concern.
"Grandpa Tang,"
She spoke, her voice not loud, but it rang out clearly in the quiet hospital room.
"The surgery was successful. The shrapnel was removed without damaging any major blood vessels, and the wound is healing well. However..."
She paused, organizing her thoughts in words that would both clarify the issue and avoid being too shocking:
"However, your body is already severely depleted. Long-term overwork, excessive thinking, plus... well, there should be some old lesions in your lungs that haven't been properly cared for."
His liver and kidney functions were also already weak. This gunshot wound and blood loss only made matters worse.
If we don't take this opportunity to systematically strengthen our foundation, replenish our lost vital energy, and clear the blockages in our meridians and internal organs...
This will likely severely impact my future health and...lifespan.
She tried to phrase it tactfully, but the words "seriously affect lifespan" still struck like a boulder into a calm lake!
A chorus of suppressed gasps erupted in the ward!
Several experts, especially those specializing in internal medicine and traditional Chinese medicine, suddenly changed their expressions, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief as they looked at Gu Baobao!
They certainly have Mr. Tang's recent medical examination report, which does show that the old man's cardiopulmonary function is weak, with signs of chronic bronchitis and mild emphysema, and his liver and kidney function indicators are also slightly lower than normal.
These are all root causes of illnesses resulting from years of desk work, overwork, and difficult conditions in their early years.
But!
Gu Baobao hadn't seen any reports about these situations at all!
She accurately pinpointed the main hidden health problems in Mr. Tang's body, besides the gunshot wound, in just two or three minutes by taking his pulse!
They even pointed out specific issues such as old lesions in the lungs and weakness in the liver and kidneys!
What terrifying diagnostic capabilities!
This is beyond just being a skilled doctor; it's practically... Bian Que reborn, Hua Tuo reincarnated!
No, it might be even more mysterious than that!
After all, even legendary doctors have never been known to be able to understand the body's chronic ailments so clearly just by taking a pulse!
Dean Zhou was so excited that his hands were trembling. The way he looked at Gu Baobao was no longer that of someone looking at a talent, but rather that of a national treasure!
With such eyes and such medical skills, if they could be put to use by the country, how many precious talents like Old Tang could be saved?
How many medical challenges can it overcome?
Mr. Tang himself was slightly moved.
You know your own body best.
These past few years, I've devoted myself entirely to research projects, and I've truly felt overwhelmed. I often experience chest tightness and shortness of breath, and my energy levels are far lower than before. When I went to the hospital for a checkup, they only said it was due to overwork and advised me to rest.
Yet no one has ever pointed out so clearly and incisively the seriousness of the problem, which could affect lifespan!
Looking at the little girl with clear eyes and a serious expression, he felt a mix of emotions: shock, gratitude, and a glimmer of hope.
"Young comrade, you're right."
Old Tang spoke slowly, his voice tinged with the vicissitudes of life.
"This old body has really been worn out by its own actions. So... in your opinion, how should it be taken care of?"
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