As the youngest doctor there, one who had yet to earn the qualifications to consult with patients on his own, Hu Qiming hid in a corner.
He watched Li Xu wage a one-man war against the crowd, his heart feeling like it was about to leap out of his chest.
He was both excited and worried. With trembling hands, he sent the latest battle report to his old classmates’ group chat.
[Hu Qiming: Li Xu... he said he’s going to use dicine... traditional Chinese dicine, to expel the nail... It’s over. He’s really lost his mind...]
[Li Baojie: dicine?! Holy shit, how is that possible?! Hu Qiming, you have to stop him! If sothing goes wrong with this dicine, he’ll go to jail.]
[Miaoli: Oh my god! What on earth is Li Xu thinking? Did Professor Xue make him so mad he lost his mind? It’s completely hopeless now...]
[Jiang Peng: Sigh... I guess there really is a fine line between a genius and a madman... Li Xu used to be a genius, but now he’s a madman...]
The group chat was flooded with cries of despair.
Everyone thought Li Xu had gone mad.
To actually think he could use traditional Chinese dicine to expel an iron nail.
However, Li Xu, standing at the center of the storm, turned a deaf ear to everything around him.
He paid no mind to the other doctors’ doubts and ridicule.
He just looked quietly at the parents by the hospital bed, who were utterly desperate and on the verge of collapse.
He spoke to them in a tone of supre confidence:
"I know you’re both very worried. I can’t promise you that my thod is absolutely safe,"
"but..."
Li Xu’s tone shifted. "I am ninety percent confident that I can have your child pass the nail safely."
"Now, the choice is in your hands."
"Will you choose to believe and let treat him? Or will you choose to transfer back to the City People’s Hospital and sign that consent form for a high-risk surgery with an unknown outco?"
What?
Ninety percent confidence??
Everyone was stunned when they heard this.
Even the specialists and professors weren’t very confident.
And Li Xu was claiming ninety percent right off the bat?
Regardless of whether anyone else believed him,
Wang Jianhao and his wife did.
On one side, there was the hospital repeatedly passing the buck, a high-risk surgery that even the doctors themselves weren’t confident in, and that cold consent form that felt like a death notice.
On the other, there was Li Xu’s guarantee of a "ninety percent" success rate.
The couple didn’t hesitate for long.
Wang Jianhao gritted his teeth and made his decision. "Divine Physician Li, we... we believe you. My son’s life is in your hands!"
"Don’t do it!"
"Li Xu, don’t be reckless!"
Seeing this, Lin Guorui and Zhu Quanxin turned pale and rushed forward, grabbing Li Xu by his left and right arms.
"Doctor Li, think about this! This is no joke," Lin Guorui urged anxiously. "This is simply untreatable! If sothing goes wrong, your career will be ruined."
"That’s right, Doctor Li." Zhu Quanxin’s expression was also grave. "I know you’re highly skilled and bold, but there’s a limit to everything. You absolutely cannot do this."
Xue Shuheng stepped forward directly, blocking the way between Li Xu and the hospital bed, and barked self-righteously:
"No! I will not allow you to cause trouble here. This is the City Hospital of Traditional Chinese dicine, not so little clinic where you can do whatever you want. If you treat him recklessly and a dical incident occurs, our entire hospital will have to bear the responsibility for you."
He wasn’t stopping Li Xu out of kindness.
He just didn’t want the City Hospital of Traditional Chinese dicine to get dragged into trouble.
After all,
in his eyes, Li Xu was dood to fail.
When that ti cos, Li Xu, who wasn’t even a doctor at the Hospital of Traditional Chinese dicine, could just walk away scot-free.
But the patient’s family would still be raising hell at their hospital.
The commotion
even alerted Dean Song.
He had heard there was a major incident in the ergency departnt and had rushed over.
"What’s going on? What’s all this shouting about?"
Dean Song walked in, his face grim.
After he understood the full story, he too looked troubled.
Just when everyone thought the matter would end with Li Xu backing down,
Li Xu did sothing completely unexpected.
He calmly pulled his dical Practitioner Qualification Certificate and dical Practitioner License from his pocket.
He presented the certificates to Dean Song and said calmly:
"Dean Song, first, I am a licensed dical practitioner, legally certified by the state. I have the legal right to diagnose and treat patients."
"Second, the patient’s family, on the premise of trusting , has actively requested that I treat their child. This is equivalent to them registering for my services. A legal doctor-patient relationship has already been established between us."
"Third, it is true that I am currently in your hospital. But because the child’s condition is critical and it is not advisable to move him, I am rely borrowing your facilities to perform an ergency procedure. During this process, any and all consequences, good or bad, will have nothing to do with your hospital or any other doctor present. I, Li Xu, will bear all responsibility alone. If necessary, I can sign a liability waiver imdiately!"
His words were logical, well-reasoned, and asured. He had clearly shouldered all the responsibility, leaving everyone speechless.
Of course,
with any other patient or under different circumstances,
Li Xu wouldn’t have dared to take on such a massive responsibility.
But for the patient before him, the intelligence system had provided a clear treatnt thod.
He trusted the system, which was why he dared to speak so boldly.
As Dean Song looked at Li Xu,
for a mont, he sensed a powerful aura from him, the kind of unyielding spirit that would advance even if a million people stood against him.
He recalled Professor Gao Guanghui’s high regard for Li Xu, and he rembered the dical miracles Li Xu had perford before.
A surge of boldness rose in Dean Song’s heart as well.
’Perhaps... I should trust him this one ti?’
"Good!"
Dean Song took a deep breath and decisively made his final decision.
"We’ll do as Doctor Li says!"
He looked around the room and said in a tone that allowed no argunt: "Our City Hospital of Traditional Chinese dicine may have limited resources, but we cannot lack tolerance. Even more, we cannot lack the courage to innovate and take responsibility. Today, we will make an exception. We will give our full cooperation to Doctor Li as he carries out the treatnt in our hospital."
With Dean Song’s decision made,
the matter was urgent, so Li Xu wasted no ti and began the treatnt imdiately.
He didn’t use any complex dical equipnt,
nor did he write a complicated prescription.
He simply said to Director Han:
"Director Han, could you please get two dicines for ?"
"What dicines?"
"Living Magnet Stone, one qian. Potassium nitrate, two qian."
Living Magnet Stone? Potassium nitrate?
All the doctors present, including Director Han, were completely baffled.
Both were relatively obscure mineral-based ingredients in traditional Chinese dicine, rarely used in normal practice, let alone for dealing with an iron nail in the digestive tract.
Li Xu recalled the intelligence from earlier.
The intelligence had specifically ntioned a record from Shennong’s Materia dica: "Iron fears potassium nitrate."
In the theory of herb compatibility in traditional Chinese dicine, known as the "Seven thods," the concept of "fear" (畏) describes a relationship of mutual inhibition.
This ans that the toxic reactions or side effects of one substance can be reduced or eliminated by another.
Literally interpreted, "Iron fears potassium nitrate" ans that iron, as a substance, is "afraid" of potassium nitrate.
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