Nianyang casually walked to Assistant Wang’s bedside to check his condition.
As for why she chose Assistant Wang first, it was obviously because he was Li Tingyan’s man!
Nianyang took one look and frowned tightly. Just as Xiao Wu said, Assistant Wang had a series of huge black blisters on his body, legs, arms, and even face. The scene was shocking.
At this mont, Assistant Wang lay painfully on the bed, his body convulsing, letting out cries of pain. Due to his large movents, a blister on his arm accidentally burst, releasing a foul-slling black pus.
"Assistant Wang, how are you, can you hear ?" Nianyang leaned close to Assistant Wang’s ear to shout, trying to see if he was still conscious.
"Hmm..."
Assistant Wang responded softly, and Nianyang felt relieved. Being conscious ant the problem wasn’t too severe.
"Saozi..." Xiao Wu muttered in surprise. Even looking at Assistant Wang’s current state, he dared not take a step closer.
The key was that the sll coming from Assistant Wang was incredibly foul. How could Saozi, a delicate woman, manage to stay so close without a change in expression?
In contrast, Ni Jia, attending to other patients, was full of disdain,
"What kind of horrible blisters are these, how could they sll so bad?"
The nurses and doctors around felt sowhat uncomfortable listening to this.
Though it was true these people were slly, Ni Jia was a doctor. What doctor openly expresses disdain for patients? This doctor’s professionalism was truly lacking.
"Doctor Ni, if you can’t stand the sll, use this to block your nose."
Sheng Feng thoughtfully handed two lumps of nose plugs to Ni Jia.
Ni Jia quickly blocked her nose, unable to bear the stench. She was about to give up altogether but noticed Nianyang ticulously taking Assistant Wang’s pulse across from her. She crossed her arms and mocked,
"Oh, so you study traditional Chinese dicine, huh? I was wondering how a village girl could know dicine. Turns out you’re just using mysterious dical tricks to deceive, calling yourself a Divine Doctor, pfft!"
Nowadays, Western dicine is the trend. For those in high society, traditional Chinese dicine is sothing only poor country folks rely on, brewing so herbal soup for a simple cold, nothing compared to scientific Western dicine.
Ni Jia’s specialty is Western dicine. From a young age, she was exposed to scientifically-based pharmacology. It’s not just her; the entire Western dical field looks down on unreliable traditional Chinese dicine.
Not to ntion the observation and inquiry have no empirical certification, it’s all based on the Chinese doctor’s words. Many ingredients in traditional dicine have side effects, not labeled or tested, just brewed and consud by people.
But Western dicine extracts the effective part of drugs, precisely targeting the ailnt, making it a hundred tis more reliable than Chinese dicine.
Who would turn to Chinese dicine for treatnt these days? Everyone trusts Western dicine.
"Try saying again that traditional Chinese dicine is trickery?"
Nianyang shot her a cold glance. Traditional Chinese dicine is a thousand-year cultural heritage of China, she wouldn’t let anyone insult it.
"What, am I wrong? Who doesn’t know that traditional Chinese dicine has no instrunts, and pulse diagnosis often misses the mark, mostly relying on guesswork? How many patients have died from the unscientific diagnosis through observation and inquiry of Chinese dicine?"
Ni Jia looked smug, finally gaining the upper hand once in front of Nianyang,
"Moreover, traditional dicine’s pharmacology is complicated, with tens of thousands of prescriptions and pulse cases. It takes decades to truly grasp it. You’re so young, how many dical cases have you studied? Probably can’t even accurately diagnose a pulse! And you want to use your unscientific treatnts to heal our military soldiers? I think you’re just trying to kill the sailors!"
The surrounding dical staff, hearing Ni Jia’s words, imdiately looked at Nianyang with wary suspicion.
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