Qiao Qiqi couldn’t help but frown. These patients are certainly tornted by chronic illness, and every one of their eyes has lost its luster, like a pool of stagnant water.
It seems they’ve long endured the tornt but find no liberation.
Instead, the family mbers accompanying the patients look hopeful.
...
The patients’ dical records were distributed to everyone, one copy per person. All the doctors carefully studied the patients’ records, occasionally exchanging comnts. So approached the patients to take their pulse and conduct various examinations, and the patients complied like puppets.
Qiao Qiqi also ticulously studied the cases of the five patients, discovering none of their illnesses were recent. The longest one had been sick for three years, yet the cause remained unknown.
The patient with the blood problem was one of them.
He continued to endure the pain, still without identifying the true cause of his illness.
While the illnesses of the other four were challenging, they seed solvable.
Among the five, Qiao Qiqi was intrigued by the person with the blood issue because their blood tests showed no problems.
What exactly could be going on?
After an hour, everyone had discussed sufficiently and returned to their positions. The four patients were already booked by so renowned hospitals claiming they would treat them for free, leaving the last patient ignored.
Because his illness was peculiar and the cause remained a mystery.
This situation left everyone utterly helpless.
The man’s gaze turned gloomier, while his wife fervently pleaded, "I beg you, Divine Doctors, save my husband! Our child is only five years old! We can’t lose their father!"
"You’ve already taken your husband to the world’s best research institutes for examination, and they couldn’t find any issues?" An elderly doctor with glasses asked the couple.
"We’ve been everywhere, but no cause was found," the wife tearfully replied.
"I see you’ve undergone all the most advanced testing in the world, yet can’t uncover the cause, making your case extrely difficult to treat."
"What should we do? What should we do?" The wife suddenly covered her face and cried.
The families of the other four patients were very pleased, and even the patients themselves brightened up thanks to the doctors’ reassurance.
...
Shui Qingcheng signaled Gao Lele, and Gao Lele stood up, speaking clearly, "Qiao Qiqi, aren’t you Director Yan’s senior uncle? Surely your dical skills surpass everyone here. Why not treat this patient? Otherwise, can you really be worthy of being called Director Yan’s senior uncle?"
With one sentence, everyone’s attention turned to the calm little girl sitting in the middle.
Feng Xiling coldly smirked, quietly saying, "Should I go chop up that woman right now?"
"No need." Qiao Qiqi was utterly speechless with this man, always wanting to chop people up and feed them to dogs, far too bloody.
What kind of monster had she saved?
"Alright, let her live a few more days." Feng Xiling’s gaze swept over the young girl speaking from the back row, eyes filled with humor.
Yet this smile did not ease Gao Lele; instead, a cold sweat layered her back.
"Ho... how, am I wrong? Since Qiao Qiqi’s rank is higher than Director Yan’s, can she not cure one patient?" Gao Lele continued to provoke, despite her trembling legs.
"Qiao Qiqi, if you can’t cure him, just say it, Doctor Shangguan can!" Shui Qingcheng spoke up to support.
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