Rebirth: Doctor King in City

"If a guidance physician has such skills, how skilled would the doctors in their hospital be?"

"To think that I went to the hospital to register two days ago. It would be better for me to come here. A supervisor has such high medical skills. Only a hospital like this can make me feel at ease!"

Yang Chen still did not know how much fame he had raised for the Chinese Medicine Hospital, and now he was being questioned in Zhao Guoliang's office.

"Yang, the times have changed. I won't ask you to reveal your skills, but do you think you should share some techniques and methods with the doctors in our hospital? If this were in the ancient times, we would be doctors in the same infirmary, and our relationship would not be just a normal one! " Zhao Guoliang said sincerely.

Faced with the current situation of Chinese medicine collapsing, Zhao Guoliang felt his heart ache. He felt that the main reason for all this, other than the great purge back then, was because of the fact that they were all so attached to each other, and because they did not communicate, they were unable to progress further.

Currently, in his eyes, Yang Chen was just a disciple of a certain clan or elder with harsh heritage. To have such medical skills at such a young age, his learning of the inheritance must be really good as well.

Looking at Yang Chen's method, whether it was to stop bleeding with silver needles or to treat facial paralysis, none of these were things that the current Chinese medicine could do. If he could pry an opening from Yang Chen, wouldn't that mean that the Chinese medicine community would be able to inject a brand-new blood and grow stronger?

Seeing the look in Zhao Guoliang's eyes as if he was looking at a little white rabbit, Yang Chen could not help but laugh bitterly. Regarding the inheritance and sharing of medical skills, Yang Chen did not have the same thoughts as the ancient Chinese medical people in this world. After all, witch doctors were going to war, and every witch doctor was fighting to save their lives.

But could Yang Chen's study on medicine be handed over like that? Impossible!

From a young age, every single growth of Yang Chen was clear. After learning Chinese medicine, it could still be called a clan inheritance, or even push it onto the dead father who had never met him before.

But a Witch Doctor was unable to do it, how could Yang Chen explain the system and the medical techniques used to create a sect?

Not to mention that the Witch Doctor wasn't just a medical skill, he was also a combat medicine that cultivated the body, allowing him to survive on the battlefield.

In peaceful times, this level of force could be used to suppress martial artists, and Yang Chen would not carelessly spread this news out.

Therefore, Yang Chen could only bitterly think for a long time before saying, "I have to ask my master about the specifics, but I can also share some superficial knowledge or medicinal techniques that are not part of the legacy."

Zhao Guoliang's eyes lit up, as long as the wound on Yang Chen's body was opened, it would be fine, take your time, so he immediately asked: Then what method did you use to treat that patient?

Yang Chen thought for a while and said, "If you hang the Burning Mugwort stick on the silver needle, it can continue to heat up. The temperature won't be too high and it can help increase the circulation of blood and speed up the healing process.

Zhao Guoliang hurriedly took out the small notebook to write down, and then fervently asked: "Then why is Yang Bai's acupuncture point having such an effect?"

Seeing Zhao Guoliang's serious look, Yang Chen could only explain, "Although the Yang Bai Acupuncture Point is mainly used to treat eye ailments, but …"

Just like that, the two of them conversed for more than an hour before Yang Chen finally walked out of Zhao Guoliang's office covered in sweat.

If he had to choose, he would rather treat another patient than have another conversation like this one.

Fortunately, Yang Chen had read some books on Chinese medicine recently, otherwise, it would be much more difficult to get through today.

"I need to learn Chinese medicine in the future, or else I won't be able to hide it at all!" Walking out of the office, Yang Chen rubbed his forehead as he thought in pain.

In the future, as his name grew bigger and bigger, unavoidably, he would have to communicate with more seniors in traditional Chinese medicine, and he could not block off all the questions with the secret of his sect. Could it be that when you were treating important people, you wouldn't answer the questions asked by the other doctors?

It was a good thing that Chinese medicine had its own ingenuity. Yang Chen was very willing to just carry out theoretical research on it.

Yang Chen's mind was full of questions on how to learn Chinese medicine, but on the other side, it was filled with worry.

"Tell me, can the Yang do it?" Zhang Mingxuan held onto the cigarette in his hand, but as the smoke had already burnt to the end, Zhang Mingxuan still hadn't smoked a single cigarette.

Jiang Mingtao frowned and said cautiously, "Dr. Yang's medical skills have proven that no one would dare to take over his hands and successfully save him. However, this is only proof of Dr. Yang's level of surgery, his level of internal medicine has not been proven yet."

Zhang Mingxuan brushed off the ashes on his cigarette and sighed. This was a chance, but it was a very dangerous chance, if he fought, it would be fine if he won, but if he lost, then his career as an official would be ruined for the next few years.

"Why don't you ask the Dr. Yang to come over for a chat?" Jiang Mingtao said after thinking for a moment.

"This is a serious matter." Zhang Mingxuan frowned, he did not wish for others to know about this matter, because even he had accidentally obtained this information.

Jiang Wentao did not speak anymore. He was only a secretary, he could just say what he wanted to say. As for the decision, he would need Zhang Mingxuan to do it himself.

After being silent for a long time, Zhang Mingxuan sighed: "Call Yang to come over for dinner the day after tomorrow." He couldn't wait.

Regardless of whether it was successful or not, he had to try out the little Dr. Yang. If he succeeded, this would be his chance, and if the Dr. Yang was unable to prove his strength, then he could forget about this matter.

Immediately, Jiang Wentao walked out of his office, picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, Dr. Yang? I'm Jiang Wentao. "

Receiving the call, Yang Chen was startled, he did not expect Jiang Wen Tao to call him, but immediately followed with a smile: "Hello, Secretary Jiang."

Jiang Wentao laughed, "Is Dr. Yang free at night the day after tomorrow?"

Yang Chen replied without thinking, "If Big Brother Jiang has something on his mind, then he's naturally free." This was the deputy mayor's secret! What are you waiting for?

Although Jiang Wentao was used to listening to flattery, Yang Chen's words still made him feel good. Thus, he smiled and said: "Old Master Zhang, I have missed you a little since we last met a few days ago. If little Dr. Yang is free the day after tomorrow, I will not let you come to Mayor Zhang's house for a family dinner."

"It's my honor. I'm also a bit concerned about Zhang Haitan, so I might as well go and give him another physical examination." Yang Chen smiled as he agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Chen lowered his head to think. There was still some time until the day of recuperation, but it was not too far away. Although Old Master Zhang was lonely, he was not an old child like Tan Chengde.

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