Check-in at the Hospital: The First Surgery Shocked the Nation! Chapter 348 - 238: The Boy with Heart Problems—Will Qin Feng

Inside the auditorium,

After completing the first diagnosis, Qin Feng turned to the second male student, gesturing for him to extend his hand.

He then placed his hand on the student’s wrist once more, beginning to feel the pulse.

At this mont, Yu Peng also stood up, putting on his stethoscope again to listen to the second person.

The teachers and students below the stage and behind the caras all beca tense, hearts pounding uncontrollably as they anxiously awaited the second diagnostic result to see who would reveal it first.

"Stick out your tongue."

Qin Feng looked at the sowhat nervous student in front of him and said with a slight smile.

Through the pulse, he sensed that the student was a bit nervous, with a sowhat rapid and slightly irregular heartbeat.

After examining the tongue, he once again reached towards the neck.

After a few seconds, Qin Feng’s gaze suddenly beca serious.

Sothing seems off about this situation!

He grabbed the student’s left arm again to feel the pulse and gradually traced upwards along a ridian.

This ti, he finally detected that the student’s heartbeat might not only be caused by nervousness but also by an inconsistent and intermittent disorder that was not obvious.

If it weren’t for his extrely strong sense of touch, even an experienced Chinese dicine doctor might not notice such subtle changes.

Sothing’s wrong!

Earlier, Qin Feng had observed the student through his abilities, noting a slightly flushed complexion, possibly due to internal heat.

Based on his speculation, it might have been liver fire or lung fire, but now it seems it might be neither.

He was mistaken!

Qin Feng withdrew his hand, furrowing his brow as he sank into deep thought.

"What’s wrong? Is Senior Qin Feng encountering a problem?"

"I don’t know, it seems like he’s stuck."

"Could it be he can’t diagnose it? After all, Chinese dicine isn’t as clear as a stethoscope in Western dicine."

"Haha~ I told you before, it’s impossible. How can Qin Feng, a Western dicine student, hope to defeat Senior Yu with Chinese dicine?"

"You’re talking nonsense! What’s wrong with Chinese dicine? Didn’t your ancestors survive with it?"

"If Chinese dicine is so good, why don’t you study it? Why are you here at Peking Union dical College Hospital!"

"Senior Qin, keep it up!"

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The audience below noticed Qin Feng remaining motionless, and doubt arose among them.

At this ti, so started picking sides and making sarcastic remarks.

Sitting in the first row, Liu Guofeng heard these remarks but didn’t pay attention to them. Instead, his eyes were fixed on the male student opposite Qin Feng.

He’s no fool; even Yu Peng deliberately chose critical cases when selecting patients for diagnosis.

This approach facilitates assessing conditions and drawing diagnostic conclusions, greatly minimizing errors.

He didn’t believe Qin Feng didn’t understand this principle and just randomly picked soone, putting himself in a tough spot.

Understand that this incident was too significant!

The outco, no matter who loses, would beco a subject of idle chatter among the Peking Union dical College Hospital students.

Reputation is at stake!

Qin Feng’s reputation was soaring. Even before entering, the strongest dical departnt in the country had poached him, and he also beca the disciple of the internal dicine giant, Yun Rushan.

If he truly lost, wouldn’t it be a blatant slap in the face?

So!

Although Liu Guofeng was a bit worried about Qin Feng, he was even more concerned about that male student.

If even a surgical genius like Qin Feng had to ponder the situation, it must be due to another reason and definitely a dical issue.

Thinking of this, his heart was in his throat.

"Please take off your shirt."

In deep contemplation, Qin Feng suddenly raised his head and told the sowhat confused male student in front of him.

Hearing this, not only was the student stunned, but everyone present and the students, teachers, and professors watching the broadcast were also shocked!

Wasn’t it a pulse diagnosis?

Why was he asking the student to take off his clothes?

"Senior Qin... Qin, isn’t this inappropriate?"

"When I tell you to take it off, just do it. I’m not joking with you."

The student hesitated, embarrassedly glancing at the audience and the cara, and had just spoken when Qin Feng retorted,

"Host, could you please get so dical alcohol for , thank you."

Saying this, Qin Feng took out a small cloth bag from his pocket and directly unfolded it.

The next mont, the student’s pupils shrank, and his body instinctively recoiled.

anwhile, the cara quickly captured the scene, leaving everyone astonished.

Because in the small cloth bag Qin Feng unfolded, there were silver needles densely arranged in two rows.

What is he planning to do?

Acupuncture?

By now, the host had already brought the alcohol to the front and placed it in front of him.

Qin Feng pulled out the thinnest fine needle, only a fifth the diater of a hair strand.

After disinfecting it with alcohol, he stood up and walked behind the student, helping him remove his shirt.

"It might sting a bit, so bear with it for a mont."

"Alright... alright~~~"

The student, seeing the needle so long and thin, felt a little frightened, and his heart beat even faster.

Qin Feng pressed his thumb on the chest, with his index finger stopping at about an inch upwards, then used an alcohol swab to disinfect the spot.

Subsequently, he slowly placed the fine needle against the skin and gradually inserted it.

The other male student sitting nearby watched this scene, swallowing nervously.

Such a long needle, and it went in just like that?

anwhile, the female student on the other side’s eyes glead brightly the mont Qin Feng took out the silver needles, amazed.

Unexpectedly, Qin Feng carried such things with him. She instinctively touched her pocket.

Because inside her pocket, there was also a pack of silver needles!

"Hiss~"

"Bear with it for a mont, it’ll be over soon."

Hearing the male student suck in a breath, Qin Feng firmly gripped his left shoulder to keep it steady, pausing the needle insertion. Twiddling the tail of the silver needle with stillness, he was just like a machine.

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Afterwards, he lightly shook his wrist, and a subtle force was transmitted to the silver needle.

The silver needle instantly bent into three segnts, piercing an inch into the body in a split second, with more than half of it embedded.

Qin Feng slowly released his hand, letting out a small sigh of relief.

What follows is the most crucial and precise part.

Adjusting his breathing, he held the boy’s left wrist with his right hand, while his left hand ford two fingers, slowly placing them on the tail of the silver needle, closing his eyes.

At this mont, he cleared his mind, gradually emptying his consciousness as if the entire world only consisted of the boy’s heartbeat and his own.

1...

2...

3...

4...

5...

After two or three breaths, Qin Feng felt his heartbeat completely sync with the boy’s, each beat at the sa frequency, without the slightest deviation.

The fingers hovering on the silver needle also felt the vibration of every pulse of blood as it got pumped out.

Because the silver needle was pierced just above the heart, slightly bent, sticking firmly to the aortic wall.

That subtle feedback was transmitted through the silver needle to his fingers, finally concentrating in his mind.

....

At this mont, Yu Peng had finished diagnosing the second person, removed the stethoscope, and walked towards the desk.

He saw Qin Feng standing behind the boy with his eyes closed, one hand gripping the boy’s wrist, the other on the back, and even stripped the boy’s shirt off.

A row of silver needles arranged on the table made him pause briefly, then a scornful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Ha ha~

You think that clumsy trick of yours can compete with ?

Then he sat down, picked up a pen, and began writing the diagnosis.

This scene again left everyone astonished and tongue-tied.

Initially, Qin Feng seed to be slightly ahead with the first one, but unexpectedly, he was overtaken on the second, without any response.

"Could it be that Senior Qin Feng is going to lose?"

"Looks like it, since the other party is already writing the second diagnosis."

"Oh my god! How could my idol lose? No way!"

"Ha ha ha~ What Chinese dicine? Insisting to compete with others, sigh~"

"Yeah, why not just perform surgery properly? Insisting on proving sothing, if he loses, his reputation might plumt."

"Qin Feng is at least a student of Elder Yun, isn’t this embarrassing?"

"You guys with the crow’s mouth! Idol Qin Feng will definitely not lose!"

"Exactly! I believe in Senior Qin Feng!"

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At this point, countless hearts were clenched, because Qin Feng was a student of Peking Union dical College Hospital, representing its reputation as well.

In the auditorium, almost all the teachers appeared sowhat nervous, with sweat on their palms.

Liu Guofeng, sitting below, glanced at Yu Peng, who was writing swiftly, and stared intensely at Qin Feng, who was silent, unable to suppress his anxiety.

Qin Feng, hurry up!

Hurry up!

Hurry up!

Plop~

At this mont, Yu Peng put down his pen, stood up, and was about to move towards the last person.

Qin Feng suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of realization in his pupils.

Found it!

In the next second, he smiled, just in ti for the cara to capture it and display it to everyone.

That slight smile was like a breeze of spring in winter, filled with warmth.

So handso!

For a mont, every girl who saw this image had her heart skip a beat, feeling a bit dazed.

In their minds, the sa thought arose, this is the true idol!

Sitting right next to him, Xiao Xiao stared dumbstruck at his handso face until Qin Feng glanced at her.

Only then did she snap back to reality, lowering her head with so embarrassnt, her gaze darting around in confusion.

"Done."

Imdiately after, Qin Feng straightened up, gently twisted the silver needle, and with a flick of his wrist, pulled it out, smiling as he patted the boy’s shoulder,

"Put your clothes back on, so you don’t catch a cold."

After speaking, he sat back at the desk, picked up a pen, and began writing the diagnosis.

This diagnosis not only surprised himself but would likely exceed everyone’s expectations in the end.

Because the boy’s illness wasn’t just about lung fire.

The problem lay with his heart!

Fortunately, it wasn’t too difficult to treat, that could be addressed later.

After finishing the diagnosis, he suddenly heard a sound of sothing being placed heavily on the table from behind.

Qin Feng turned around, seeing Yu Peng standing at the desk, placing the stethoscope on it, smiling at him.

At this mont,

The audience below and those watching the broadcast understood what had happened, their hearts instantly sinking, so couldn’t help but sigh.

Because Yu Peng had already completed the last person’s diagnosis.

And Qin Feng?

He had just finished writing the diagnosis result for the second person, with one more yet to even start the pulse reading.

Based on the previous speed, even if he could determine the diagnosis result directly through the pulse, there simply wasn’t enough ti.

In other words, Yu Peng was certainly going to complete all diagnoses and written results first.

Qin Feng had already lost the first diagnostic competition.

And even if the final re-diagnosis for both of them matched, he was bound to lose.

Even if the re-diagnosis beat Yu Peng, it wouldn’t be perfect!

Moreover, given Yu Peng’s abilities, errors aren’t impossible, but they are very unlikely.

As of now, it seems many have already seen the outco of this competition.

Qin Feng, is about to lose~~~