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Changfeng County Hospital.

The next day, Zhang Tianhao walked into the hospital with his employment certificate and went to Director Dan's office.

"Dean Miura, hello, I'm Wang Xiaotian!"

"Little Heavenly Lord, you've arrived!"

"Ok!"

"Go to the outpatient clinic now, everything's already arranged!"

"Thank you, Dean!"

Zhang Tianhao thanked them, took his identification, and headed straight for the outpatient clinic.

The outpatient clinic was located in an office on the first floor, and he was the only person in the entire office, not in the same office as the other doctors.

At this moment, a nurse walked in, looked Zhang Tianhao up and down, and realized that Zhang Tianhao was quite young, and looked to be only twenty-one or twenty-two years old.

"Hello, I am Head Nurse Luo. You can call me Sister Luo or Head Nurse."

"Hello, Sister Luo, I'll be troubling you with this next step."

When Nurse Luo heard Zhang Tianhao address her, she smiled and agreed.

"This is your work uniform!"

As he spoke, he took the work clothes, some blood pressure measuring instruments, and even some workbooks, notebooks, and prescription writing books specially prepared for him.

"Dr. Wang, if you need anything, you can tell me or send someone to notify me."

"Ok!"

Zhang Tianhao thanked him and then began seeing patients.

A moment later, a middle-aged man in a suit walked in, looked Zhang Tianhao up and down, especially at the small badge on Zhang Tianhao's chest.

"Dr. Wang, hello, I'm not feeling well, could you please take a look at me?"

"no problem!"

Next, Zhang Tianhao began to examine the middle-aged man's body.

However, Zhang Tianhao didn't think much of it when he heard the person's somewhat broken speech, but he could tell that the person was definitely not Chinese.

About five minutes later, Zhang Tianhao finished the examination and sat back down in his seat.

"Hello, what's your name?"

"My name is Li Nian'an!"

How old are you?

"38 years old!"

"I just examined your body and found that you have a back injury that has not healed. Based on your condition, you may have been shot before, but the surgery was not thorough, which caused damage to your back nerves."

"That's true. I was shot before, and it healed, but my back still hurts when the weather is bad. When it hurts, it's excruciating."

"Hello, your kind of injury can only be treated slowly, there's no really good way to treat it. After all, it's a sequela of a gunshot wound, so you must keep it warm."

"I can prescribe some medicine for you, which can at least alleviate your pain. However, the treatment will take a long time, about a month."

"no problem!"

Upon hearing this, Li Nian'an was first taken aback, then immediately overjoyed.

After all, many people have no way to treat this, but this young man prescribed medicine for him directly and could tell at a glance how his injury was caused.

"By the way, Dr. Wang, how did you determine that this was a gunshot wound?"

"Your 21st vertebra was likely shot, and the bone was damaged, causing nerve damage and bone injury that hasn't healed."

"Is there any other way?"

"This is the best way. Nerves are sometimes quite difficult to treat. The bone hasn't grown back either. I can heal your nerve damage, but I'm only 70% sure."

"Seventy percent is already quite high."

"Alright, I'll write you a prescription!"

As he spoke, Zhang Tianhao took out a piece of paper and began to write out a prescription for traditional Chinese medicine.

While driving, he said, "Western medicine can't treat your injury; only traditional Chinese medicine can. I wonder if you can accept that?"

"No problem!" "Okay then."

Zhang Tianhao said, then handed over the prescription, smiling as he said, "Drink this Chinese medicine for a week, twice a day, decocted with three bowls of water down to half a bowl."

"it is good!"

The middle-aged man accepted the prescription and nodded in satisfaction.

……

"Dean Miura, I didn't expect Wang Xiaotian's medical skills to be so high. He actually discovered my injury and even knew it was a gunshot wound."

Li Nian'an sat in Dean Miura's office, her face beaming with smiles.

"What else did he say?"

"He said the bones are already set and can't grow back, but the nerves can recover to some extent. Could you take a look at this prescription and see if there are any problems?"

Dean Miura took the prescription, examined it carefully, and then shook his head with a smile.

"There's nothing wrong with this prescription. Although it's just ordinary herbs, I can't see any of their effects. But drinking it won't have any negative effects."

Dean Miura smiled and said with satisfaction, "This Wang Xiaotian looks young, only 22 years old, but his medical skills are indeed quite high."

"Ok!"

"I'll have someone prepare some medicine for you! Let's see how it goes."

"it is good!"

An hour later, Li Nian'an drank the half bowl of medicine and felt a warm sensation all over her body, especially in her injured spine, which felt so comfortable that she wanted to groan.

"Okay, okay, okay, my back hasn't felt this comfortable in a long time."

"It seems that his medical skills are even more advanced than we imagined."

"Ok!"

"By the way, this baby must be taken good care of."

"Hi!"

Dean Miura responded and then went about his other business.

After all, Wang Xiaotian is now in the operating room, performing surgery on a member of a special operations team.

"Do you think this person can be saved?"

"I don't know. This time the gunshot wound was too severe. The bullet almost hit my chest directly."

The nurses were still quietly describing the injuries, because no one could do anything about it; all the doctors in the hospital were at a loss.

That's how they found the new doctor, Wang Xiaotian.

"Alright, nurses, we can begin."

Under the shadowless lamp, Zhang Tianhao began the surgery.

"Scalpel!"

"Silver Needle!"

"Hemostatic gauze!"

As Zhang Tianhao cut open the wounded man's chest, he saw that the bullet was still lodged next to his heart, and it looked to be less than a centimeter away from his heart.

"My God!"

The nurses hadn't expected that the bullet was still there; one wrong move and the injured person could die.

Zhang Tianhao didn't think much of it. If it weren't for the bone blocking him, this person might have died long ago.

"tweezers!"

As soon as the tweezers were handed to Zhang Tianhao, his hand was as steady as a mechanical arm, without the slightest tremor. He carefully extended the tweezers and began to carefully pick up the bullet.

Zhang Tianhao carefully returned the bullet, his movements slow but extremely cautious.

Half a minute later, he slowly pulled the bullet out, his movements slow but unusually tense.

After placing the bullet in a dish, Zhang Tianhao began the suturing procedure, performing the final treatment, bandaging, and completing the entire operation in one go. (End of Chapter)