I Became a Medical Genius in the 80s

Cheng ZhenGuo had already spoken, so Dean Zhang couldn’t ask too many questions. However, with Cheng ZhenGuo’s words, he was relieved, as ordinary people wouldn’t catch Secretary Cheng’s eyes.

"Everyone’s time is very precious. If there are no objections, let’s go see the patient." Dean Zhang said.

Although there was a uniform dress code here, Beisitian and others were not hospital staff, so it was inappropriate to enforce anything on them. Not just them, even those who came earlier were in casual attire, sprayed with disinfectant before entering the ward.

When Beisitian and his companions arrived, there were a total of five people in the room, three men and two women, all over forty years old. Beisitian and Wei Zhongxun were the youngest among them.

As they entered, the five people inside all turned their heads, their gaze uniformly falling on them.

It was said that the people invited this time were invited by a top leader, and supposedly very expert, but it was unknown who they were.

Dean Zhang introduced everyone one by one. When the five people heard the only name invited by the leader was ’Desan’, they all showed confusion, and some even exhibited a skeptical expression.

These five were all Mystic Doctors, all local people, and had a nonchalant attitude towards Desan.

Generally, casual Mystic Doctors, without early support, find it challenging to gain skills. This person, perhaps, managed to fool the leader.

Because they could somewhat sense that Desan’s spirit wasn’t very abundant, perhaps not even equal to the two young people.

Since they were invited by the top leader, they wouldn’t directly offend by challenging them, as long as these three don’t interfere during treatment.

The five knew each other, even if they weren’t familiar they had heard each other’s name, and unconsciously started to band together.

On the side, a man aged fifty-five or fifty-six lay on the hospital bed. Looking at his face, he didn’t seem like someone with an ailment; he instead looked well-maintained, with hardly any kidney deficiency.

The person was sound asleep. The recent conversation had little impact on him.

"When did he fall asleep?" Dean Zhang asked.

"He’s been asleep for half an hour, might wake up soon." One of the women said.

Despite being forty-seven or forty-eight, this woman had not gained weight, with a slender figure, wearing glasses, and without any makeup, though her look wasn’t remarkably outstanding.

Especially her sparse and uneven eyebrows, small eyes beneath the glasses, significantly apparent wrinkles at the corner of her eyes and neck, and tightly pursed lips made her seem rather harsh and unfriendly.

If she applied a bit of light makeup, it might change her aura, but it seems she doesn’t need it.

This woman, named Sun Xuemin, was from the Sun Family in Gubei City. Although not a Xuan Medical Family, they had deep roots in Gubei Province, knowing many authorities, and their complete legacy made them entrenched in Gubei City.

Sun Xuemin’s face showed no smile while speaking courteously but only courteously to Dean Zhang.

Standing beside Sun Xuemin was another woman, in her forties but looking like thirty-eight or thirty-nine, evidently taking good care of herself, at least not lacking in dietary indulgence.

This woman, Tan Yujun, was stationed personnel from the Mystic Doctor Association in Gubei City. This time, she was invited, not marked as a task, but earning points, so she was quite willing to come.

Compared to Sun Xuemin, Tan Yujun always showed a faint smile, although not obvious, her demeanor wasn’t stern or uptight, not looking down at others.

Being stationed personnel, Tan Yujun couldn’t easily leave Gubei City or take tasks outside the province, relatively increasing her yearning for points compared to others.

Dean Zhang didn’t mind their attitude at all. He was not the dean of the entire military district hospital but of this special building, responsible for several cases, so he couldn’t manage it alone.

After asking about the situation, Dean Zhang left the ward with Cheng ZhenGuo, leaving behind the Mystic Doctors to research further and best directly report the outcome to him.

Shortly after Dean Zhang and Cheng ZhenGuo left, the person on the bed woke up, quietly staring at the ceiling, occasionally blinking though slower than normal.

Desan wasn’t fond of this group who thought themselves better than others. He had met many like them; those from large hospitals always had their noses in the air, quite annoying.

Seeing the person awake, Desan just walked forward, followed naturally by Beisitian and Wei Zhongxun.

The five others merely watched in silence at Desan’s actions.

Desan bent slightly, looking at the person, smiling a bit, said, "Brother, want some water?"

The five: "..."

Beisitian and Wei Zhongxun were already accustomed; if Desan acted normally while examining, that would actually surprise them.

After asking, the person showed no reaction, merely staring at the ceiling.

"Want to sit up, I’ll help you?" Desan said on his own, reaching out to assist.

The person surprisingly cooperated, leveraging Desan’s strength to sit up, yet remained dazed.

From this angle, Beisitian noticed that although the person seemed dazed, his eyes weren’t empty, no wonder Dean Zhang remarked he seemed trapped in his own world, completely cut off from external interaction.

"Such a situation can only be caused by neurological stimulation." A man in his early fifties spoke.

This man had graying hair but looked around forty, exuding a kind of childlike appearance with gray hair, relatively speaking.

This man was a local Mystic Doctor from Gubei Province, belonging to the Ancient North School, a relatively prominent school in the province.

He was named Tong Anshan. Of course, he wasn’t speaking to Desan but to the man beside him.

The man next to him was the oldest of the five, nearly sixty, though his posture was straight and spirited, not reacting to the comment.

The other four, despite their own thoughts, showed respect for this elder, naturally due to his status.

The elder named Zhong Jiren was from the Anshui School. In Gubei Province, if Anshui School was second, no other school or family called itself first.

Zhong Jiren said nothing, Tong Anshan’s gaze fell on Desan, smilingly asking, "What do you think, Doctor Desan?"