Chapter 218: Brain Fried
"Has the patient really woken up?" Xia Qiuming asked, dashing to the bedside.
Just then, Dean Rong and Xu Qingxu also hurried over. "Has Mr. Han really woken up?"
Xu Qingxu immediately took the patient’s pulse. "The patient’s pulse is steady and stable. Incredible, simply incredible. Divine Doctor Su Gu’s medical skills are truly exquisite."
"You can tell from the ECG that Mr. Han is no longer in critical condition."
"This is just unbelievable..."
The two male military doctors from before also gathered around the bed, exclaiming in disbelief.
Although they weren’t on the level of Divine Doctor Su Gu or Professor Xia, their surgical skills were still considered god-tier among their peers.
Lying in bed, Mr. Han heard the chatter and finally came to his senses. ’So I’m still alive.’
Just as he was about to say something, he heard that fairy’s heavenly voice again, which infuriated him.
"Don’t get too happy just yet. I need to check his cranial nerves. I suspect his brain was..."
"My brain isn’t fried! It’s working just fine!" Mr. Han snapped, cutting Gu Jiaojiao off mid-sentence.
"..."
A dead silence fell for a few seconds. No one dared to laugh at Mr. Han.
But just because others didn’t dare to speak didn’t mean Gu Jiaojiao wouldn’t. She asked, both curious and serious,
"If your brain isn’t fried, then why did you have such a smug look on your face the moment you woke up?"
Mr. Han: "..."
’I thought seeing a fairy meant I’d gone to heaven. Can’t a guy be a little pleased with himself?’
But as a supreme commander on the front lines, his mind was sharp; he wouldn’t reveal his inner thoughts so easily.
He retorted self-righteously, "What critically injured patient is ever completely clear-headed the moment they wake up?"
"You’re wrong. It’s normal for a patient to be a bit dazed when they first wake up, but a smug expression? That’s a first for me."
"Mr. Han, please don’t argue with Divine Doctor Su Gu. She’s still young and grew up in the mountains, so she hasn’t seen much of the world."
Xia Qiuming quickly stepped in to smooth things over, afraid Gu Jiaojiao would anger Mr. Han into passing out again.
"Hmph!"
"Hmph!"
Mr. Han and Gu Jiaojiao huffed in unison, both turning their heads away and refusing to look at each other.
"Haha... It seems you’re all better now, Mr. Han. But you still have a new type of toxin in your system, and without Divine Doctor Su Gu, no one can neutralize it!"
Xu Qingxu said with a smile. Among everyone here, only he and Gu Jiaojiao weren’t afraid of Mr. Han.
"I’m not the one arguing with a little girl. She’s the one who said I had brain damage," Mr. Han said, trying to save face while backing down.
"I’m not going to argue with a stubborn old codger. He needs to be detoxified, and that’s what I’m going to do."
With that, Gu Jiaojiao walked to the space between the other two patients’ beds and took Jiang Ruihao’s hand to check his pulse.
On two beds, side-by-side, lay two handsome, middle-aged men, both around fifty years old.
Everyone appreciates beauty, and Gu Jiaojiao was no exception; she gave the handsome men a few extra glances.
The other patient was even a cut above Jiang Ruihao in looks. Logically, Gu Jiaojiao should have chosen to check his pulse first.
But Gu Jiaojiao recognized Jiang Ruihao, because Su Shuochi had a black-and-white photo of himself with him.
Su Shuochi told his wife everything without reservation, so Gu Jiaojiao not only recognized Jiang Ruihao but also knew a fair amount of detail about him.
That was why she took his pulse first, admiring the handsome man as she did so.
Jiang Ruihao had strong, well-defined features. His thick brows were furrowed, his full lips were pressed into a thin line, and his eyes, as sharp as a falcon’s, stared at the ceiling.
He didn’t spare a single glance for Mr. Han in the next bed, and his entire being radiated a "do not approach" aura.
This keep-away aura meant he was in a terrible mood, which was only normal for a patient in his condition.
As a pinnacle of the modern medical world, Gu Jiaojiao’s professional ethics were naturally first-class, so she spoke softly to comfort Jiang Ruihao.
"Don’t worry too much. Your wounds are healing slowly because there’s a toxin in your system that’s hindering your recovery.
Fortunately, you’ve used a medicine I prepared before, so the toxin hasn’t ravaged your body too severely.
Over the next few days, I’ll use silver needles to clear out the residual toxin, and you’ll be on your feet again in no time."
Just an hour ago, Jiang Ruihao had been so angered by his niece that he felt like he could spit blood, which explained his hostile aura.
Hearing Gu Jiaojiao’s ethereal and beautiful voice instantly soothed his inner turmoil.
He was about to offer a few words of thanks but was beaten to the punch by his colleague in the next bed.
"Little Divine Doctor, he’s not worried about his health. He was just angered to the point of nearly coughing up blood by his niece, Jiang Ruyan~"
Gu Jiaojiao looked toward the source of the voice. The middle-aged man lying in the other bed was indeed very handsome.
He wore a white hospital gown and gold-rimmed glasses, looking so refined that one would assume he was very learned.
If not for their current location, anyone would have assumed he was a professor. But judging from his profound gaze and the wounds on his body...
Gu Jiaojiao knew he was a battle-hardened soldier. He possessed an innate dignity and elegance, hinting at an extraordinary family background.
Though he was smiling as gently as jade, his smile held an indescribable sense of cool detachment.
Gu Jiaojiao didn’t need to curry favor with anyone, so she didn’t respond to the handsome, middle-aged man.
Instead, she turned to Xia Qiuming, who had followed her, and said, "Someone’s disturbing a patient’s rest. Why aren’t you throwing them out, Professor Xia?"
"Jiao... Su Gu, I’m sorry. This is indeed our fault. My second uncle is right; it was Jiang Ruyan who angered Uncle Jiang."
Xia Qiuming had wanted to call her Master Jiaojiao, but felt it was inappropriate. Still, his apology was sincere.
Xia Zhen Gang: ’...My eldest nephew seems to know Divine Doctor Su Gu quite well.’
His mind started racing. ’Such a beautiful and capable divine doctor would make an excellent wife for my nephew.’
So, he immediately beamed and said, "Little Divine Doctor, my name is Xia Zhenggang, and my older brother is Xia Zhenye. This young man is my brother’s son..."
"Second Uncle, just lie still and let Divine Doctor Su Gu check your pulse. It will be troublesome if the toxin has invaded your nervous system."
Of course Xia Qiuming knew what his uncle was thinking. ’But Jiaojiao is already married!’
He only wanted to take Gu Jiaojiao as his master and learn more of her exquisite medical techniques.
"Little Divine Doctor, please don’t blame Professor Xia," Jiang Ruihao said. "My niece is like a rotten cabbage, not even worth your breath."
Jiang Ruihao didn’t dare offend Xia Qiuming. He wasn’t afraid of Xia Zhen Gang, but he was afraid of Xia Qiuming’s father.
Xia Zhen Gang was a staff officer—a non-combat role, to put it bluntly—unlike Xia Zhenye, who was a commander.
Gu Jiaojiao gave Jiang Ruihao another look. She didn’t know who Jiang Ruyan was because Su Shuochi had never mentioned her.
"Professor Xia, once this patient’s IV drip is finished, please arrange for someone to give him a sponge bath. I’ll be back later to administer the silver needles."
After speaking, Gu Jiaojiao turned to take Xia Zhenggang’s pulse. Her brows furrowed. This patient not only had fresh wounds but also a serious stomach condition.
Now, on top of that, he was poisoned. He also hadn’t taken the medicine Sheng Shijing had brought, which made this a very tricky case.
"Su Gu, is my second uncle’s condition very bad?" Xia Qiuming asked with concern.
"Yes. He has new injuries on top of old ailments, plus the toxin in his system. It’s relatively more complicated, but he can be cured with another surgery."