Du Changgong was rushed into the ergency room, and after examination and cardiopulmonary resuscitation, he finally woke up with great difficulty. But what puzzled the doctors was that they couldn’t find anything wrong with him.
Using all the advanced equipnt and still finding nothing wrong was very strange.
If Western dicine didn’t work, then call for a traditional Chinese dicine doctor.
Everyone knew that Du Changgong and Fang Yu were having problems, so the hospital’s most senior traditional Chinese dicine doctor, Old Doctor Li, was summoned.
Old Doctor Li, highly esteed and respected, treated all kinds of illnesses. He arrived at the ward, looked, slled, asked, and palpated...
After examining, Old Doctor Li sighed and shook his head repeatedly.
"What’s wrong, Doctor Li?" soone at the side asked.
"I bla my incompetence, I can’t find the cause of the illness!" Old Doctor Li shook his head, walked out of the ward, muttering, "Strange, really strange. What on earth could it be?"
...
Half an hour later, Du Changgong woke up.
The attending nurse recounted to him what had happened after he passed out.
Who would have thought, Du Changgong’s eyes widened, he howled: "Impossible... This is impossible..."
Having just yelled, he again felt waves of pain in his chest, breathlessness, and dizziness... He was about to pass out when a doctor next to him advised, "It’s important to rest, you can’t go on like this, otherwise... even Fang Yu wouldn’t be able to save you!"
"I don’t need him to save !" Du Changgong said resentfully.
The doctor could only shake his head helplessly.
Just then—
Du Changgong felt a severe pain in his abdon, as if being cut by knives.
Within monts, he broke out into a profuse sweat from the pain...
"Director Du, what’s wrong with you?" The nurse who took care of him was also startled.
"It hurts, it hurts so much!"
He writhed in pain back and forth.
The heart-wrenching pain lasted for about ten minutes before it gradually subsided.
Now, Du Changgong began to take things seriously.
He quickly got up to examine his own body...
After all, Du Changgong was the director of Western dicine, proficient in various pathologies and dical diagnostics.
Taking advantage of the pain-free mont, Du Changgong rushed around the hospital, taking blood samples, lab tests, and using equipnt to check his pulse, heart rate, blood pressure...
After half a day, the results showed that everything was normal.
Du Changgong thought about it and went to the hospital director’s office.
He reported the situation to the hospital director, who was also astonished and said, "How could this be?"
Du Changgong laid the reports on the table, and Wu Cunzhong reviewed them one by one.
The reports indeed showed no problems.
"Director Wu, I suspect that kid Fang Yu is setting traps behind my back... Such a person cannot stay!" Du Changgong beca even more convinced that Fang Yu was sabotaging him secretly.
"Director Du, you’re overthinking it. Fang Yu might appear libertine, but he is an upright and honest man," Wu Cunzhong diated.
"Director Wu, you are deceived by his appearance..."
One reason Du Changgong hated Fang Yu so much was the last ti he sent people to beat Fang Yu, the thugs not only failed to beat him but were beaten themselves, and in a rage, they smashed up Director Du’s house.
"I know what kind of person he is. Director Du, you better take care of yourself," Director Wu pushed the reports back to him.
Is this old fool really siding with him?
The more Du Changgong thought about it, the angrier he got. He had worked diligently in the hospital for so many years and never received such good treatnt, whereas a newcor had not been there long and completely overshadowed him.
This made him incredibly annoyed.
Thinking about all this, Du Changgong inexplicably got angry.
Slam!
He slamd the table, grabbed the reports, and was ready to leave.
"Director Wu, don’t say I didn’t warn you! We’ll wait and see!"
Just after speaking, everything went dark...
Suddenly his mind went blank, and Du Changgong fainted again.
...
...
An hour later.
In the ergency room.
Du Changgong slowly opened his eyes.
The room was crowded with people... Directors and expert physicians from various departnts. Even the surgical expert Xu Zhaopei, and the newly appointed director of traditional Chinese dicine departnt, Fang Yu, were present.
Director Wu stood by the bedside, shaking his head and sighing.
Du Changgong asked in confusion, "Director, what do you an?"
"You have been in a coma twice in a row now, and we still can’t diagnose the cause... But one thing is certain, all your physical indicators are becoming abnormal," said Director Wu.
"How is that possible?!"
Beside him, the advanced equipnt was displaying various numbers.
Du Changgong was a physician himself and naturally understood them.
However...
After reviewing them, he ca to one conclusion—the values were too erratic to trace any pattern.
The old TCM practitioner, Doctor Li, spoke up: "This condition, I have never seen before... it’s exceedingly rare."
The doctors present all shook their heads: "I can’t diagnose this disease either."
"We just have to keep looking..."
...
Seeing everyone shaking their heads in disappointnt, Du Changgong felt as if he’d been struck by lightning, unable to accept how his once healthy body had so quickly co to this state.
A sinking feeling grew in Du Changgong’s heart...
How could this be... How could this be...
"If this continues, the condition might keep deteriorating," said Director Wu Cunzhong.
Du Changgong panicked.
Usually, he was the one watching others suffer from illnesses, never imagining that this day would co upon himself. How ironic.
"Director, please check again... Help , help ..." Du Changgong was completely panicked.
At Hua University Hospital, Wu Cunzhong’s dical skill was well recognized.
Originally, many expert physicians were convinced by his dical skill.
If even Wu Cunzhong couldn’t figure it out, then there was utterly no solution for him.
As expected—
Wu Cunzhong shook his head and sighed, "Director Du... I am truly powerless! Even Old Li, with his extensive experience, has never seen it, let alone ."
Du Changgong stumbled and sat down.
At that mont, Xu Zhaopei glanced at Fang Yu out of the corner of his eye.
Fang Yu was leaning against the wall, casually looking at the ceiling, as if all of this had nothing to do with him.
Xu Zhaopei knew that among the physicians present, he was the most likely to know what the disease was.
Despite their rivalry, Xu Zhaopei didn’t want to stand by and watch soone die, so he said, "Fang Yu, do you know?"
With this question, the other doctors all looked towards him.
Fang Yu stood up straight and said lightly, "Director Du’s illness... I think it’s better left unsaid... In case I ntion it, and Director Du faints again!"
Xu Zhaopei was surprised, "Do you really know what this is?"
Fang Yu shrugged, neither confirming nor denying.
Hearing this, Du Changgong’s gaze fixed on Fang Yu like an intense fla.
It seed as if he’d rather die than ask for Fang Yu’s help.
"You think I’ll be scared if you talk big like that?" Du Changgong snorted coldly.
Fang Yu said helplessly, "Are you trying to provoke ?"
"No need to pretend anymore, I know my own body better than anyone else!" Du Changgong still insisted that he was fine.
"Sigh, so people never shed tears until they see the coffin. This saying couldn’t be more accurate for you," Fang Yu took a step forward and said, "The ’Inner Canon of Huangdi’ says: All diseases arise from Qi. Anger damages the liver, joy hurts the heart, worry injures the lung, thinking harms the spleen, fear weakens the kidney; all diseases are born from Qi."
"What that ans is, your ailnt... all cos from getting angry..." Fang Yu spoke slowly, "You don’t need to glare at so fiercely... I’ll just ask you, have you recently experienced any loss of appetite?"
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