Mad Doctor No. 9

Wang Tian sighed softly, without moving, and simply flicked his hand.

The three bodyguards at the front buckled at the knees and fell to their knees with a thud!

Before the people behind him could react, Wang Tian had already made his move.

His figure moved like a ghost, his fingertips flashing, and several bodyguards immediately froze, unable to move!

It took no more than ten seconds.

Zhao Dongming's eyes widened, and he stammered, "What...what kind of sorcery is this?"

Wang Tian stepped forward and calmly said, "Here's some advice for you. Don't keep bringing up your father."

He leaned close to Zhao Dongming's ear and whispered, "Because when your father, Zhao Jianguo, came to me last week for treatment of his cirrhosis, his attitude was much better than yours."

Zhao Dongming was struck dumb, his face turning ashen.

At this moment, a group of men in military uniforms walked quickly over, led by Major Li, Xu Lao's deputy.

"Mr. Wang, are you alright? Miss Zhang!" Major Li bowed slightly. "Old Master Xu is already waiting outside. I apologize for being late."

Wang Tian nodded and left with Zhang Qingyun, without glancing at Zhao Dongming, who was slumped on the ground, again.

Zhao Dongming watched Wang Tian leave surrounded by a group of soldiers, cold sweat pouring down his face.

"A big shot has arrived in Jiangnan City... His surname is Wang. Even the top official in the province treats him with utmost respect. Be careful not to offend him..."

"Young...Young Master, what should we do now?" a bodyguard who was still able to move asked cautiously.

Zhao Dongming slapped him across the face: "What else can we do?! Quickly find out what Doctor Wang likes! Prepare a generous gift to apologize! Damn it, we've really messed things up this time!"

On the third day after returning to Jiangnan City, Wang Tian accepted Xu Lao's invitation to attend a consultation for a difficult case at the General Hospital of the Military Region.

Inside the conference room, more than a dozen experts were engaged in a heated debate.

The patient was a general in his seventies who suddenly fell ill with a strange disease, causing his muscles to stiffen and making it difficult for him to even breathe.

"I believe this is a rare, progressive myositis ossificans!" a white-haired professor declared emphatically. "There are fewer than a hundred cases worldwide, and it is currently incurable."

"No, it's probably some kind of neurotoxin causing the stiffness," another expert countered. "The old commander went to the border recently and may have come into contact with someone..."

"Everyone," Wang Tian said as he entered, "Could I see the patient first?"

Everyone turned their heads.

Those present were all authoritative experts from major hospitals, the youngest of whom was over fifty years old. They all looked doubtful when they saw that Wang Tian was so young.

"General Xu, who is this gentleman?"

Old Xu smiled slightly: "This is Doctor Wang, Wang Tian, ​​whom I mentioned before. He has considerable expertise in treating difficult and complicated diseases."

"A miracle doctor? So young?" one man sneered. "General Xu, it's not that I don't believe you. Young man, how many years have you been out of school? How many SCI papers have you published?"

Wang Tian said calmly, "I've never been to medical school, nor have I ever written a thesis."

The conference room erupted in uproar.

"Nonsense! Utterly absurd!" An elderly professor slammed his fist on the table. "Letting someone who has never studied medicine treat patients? General Xu, you are being irresponsible with lives!"

Another experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctor shook his head: "Young man, it's not that we look down on you, but this illness is far too complicated. You can't solve it just by reading a few medical books."

Wang Tian was not annoyed and quickly flipped through the medical records.

He secretly activated his medical eye and "looked" at the old general's ward.

Wang Tian suddenly asked, "The patient was injured three years ago, shot in the left shoulder?"

The meeting room fell silent.

A doctor in charge of the hospital exclaimed in surprise, "How did you know? The old general was indeed shot three years ago while on a mission at the border, but he has long since recovered..."

"The shrapnel wasn't completely removed." Wang Tian closed the medical record. "The remaining metal fragments contain special components that have been releasing toxins over the years, severely corroding the nerves. The surface issue is muscle stiffness, but in reality, it's nerve necrosis."

"Impossible!" The head of the radiology department stood up. "We've conducted three thorough examinations, and we haven't found any residual shrapnel!"

Wang Tian glanced at him: "Because the fragments have broken down into microparticles and are scattered in the muscle, they cannot be detected by CT or MRI. But if you retrieve the surgical records from three years ago, you will find that only the main body of the projectile was removed at that time, and several fragments were deeply embedded and not removed."

The meeting room was completely silent.

An elderly expert, his hands trembling, pulled up a record from three years ago, which indeed stated: "Suspected 3-4 fragments remain, but they are too deep to be removed."

"Then... how should it be treated?"

"It's simple, just expel the toxins." Wang Tian wrote down a prescription, "but it needs to be combined with acupuncture to stimulate the nerves. However..."

He looked at the experts who had questioned him: "This acupuncture technique is extremely dangerous. The slightest mistake could leave the patient paralyzed for life. You are all senior experts, so why don't you... take over?"

The experts blushed, and none of them dared to respond.

Old Xu spoke up at the opportune moment: "Dr. Wang, thank you for your trouble. What do you need me to prepare?"

Two hours later, the intensive care unit was packed with people.

Almost all the experts in the hospital were there, some to learn and some just to watch the spectacle.

Wang Tian walked to the bedside and took out 108 gold needles.

The old man was unconscious and breathing very weakly.

"Playing tricks..."

Wang Tian ignored it, his hands moving like lightning, and thirty-six golden needles instantly pierced into the major acupoints all over his body.

A pale golden mist swirled and rose from each needle.

Next, Wang Tian instructed the nurse to decoct the medicine according to the prescription. Once the steaming hot medicine was served, he immersed the remaining seventy-two gold needles in it and then quickly inserted them into the corresponding acupoints.

A miraculous scene unfolded.

The old general's stiff muscles trembled slightly, and black mucus seeped from his skin, emitting a foul stench.

On the monitor, the initially weak heartbeat and breathing gradually became stronger.

Half an hour later, Wang Tian started acupuncture.

"Water...give me water..."

"He's awake! He's really awake!" The ward erupted in cheers.

The experts who were waiting to see the joke were all dumbfounded, and one of them collapsed to the ground.

Wang Tian washed his hands and said to Old Xu, "Most of the toxins have been eliminated, and two more treatments will be enough for a full recovery. However, follow-up care is very important, so I will prescribe another medicine."

He walked up to the old professor who had questioned him, and handed him the prescription: "You are a leading figure in traditional Chinese medicine, please review it for me. If there is anything wrong, please point it out."

The old professor's hands trembled as he took the prescription. Upon closer inspection, even his beard shook. "Wonderful...wonderful! In my fifty years of medical practice, I've never seen such a wonderful prescription! Dr. Wang, I was rude just now, I...I apologize!"

Wang Tian smiled and said, "The path of medicine is long; we can simply learn from each other."

As they left, everyone bowed to see them off.

Zhang Qingyun chuckled to himself at the doorway: "So, you've just slapped a bunch of experts in the face?"

Wang Tian shrugged: "It's their own fault for insisting on coming up here."

Unbeknownst to them, in an office on the hospital's top floor, a man with gold-rimmed glasses watched the two leave, then picked up his phone:

"Target confirmed to have returned. Notify 'Hunter' that the operation can proceed."

A week later, the largest auction house in Jiangnan City, "Treasure Pavilion," held its annual auction, with the grand finale reportedly being a fragment of the long-lost ancient medical text, "Huangdi Waijing."

Wang Tian came at the invitation, and Master Xu said it was for the sake of the Longmen tradition.

The auction was attended by a large number of celebrities.

Wang Tian and Zhang Qingyun sat in the back row, completely inconspicuous.

In the front row, Zhao Dongming was attentively accompanying an elderly woman in a traditional Chinese clothing.