Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"That's enough," Lin Quan nodded. He could already regulate blood sugar with acupuncture alone; he chose herbal decoctions because of the patient's high compliance and the inconspicuous process. Three doses would cover nine days, and five doses would last half a month, which would be sufficient to control the blood sugar. If freshly harvested old ginseng from the mountains of Yunnan and Guizhou were used in the formula, one dose would be enough.

In the identity file generated by the Treasure Basin, the TCM practitioner certificate number is clearly displayed, and the Western medicine clinical category certificate is also placed at the bottom, with not a single page missing.

"Thanks." He Jianyi accepted the money and turned to go back to his office.

As soon as I sat down, Sun Meng came over with a water glass: "Dr. Lin, want to have dinner together after get off work?"

"It's my treat today, let's meet up another day."

"Okay." She nodded in response.

In the emergency room, Sun Meng and Zhang Leng were the only two people Lin Quan found agreeable. Qiao Na loved to join in the fun and her words were often laced with sarcasm, so Lin Quan rarely paid her any attention.

I slipped away to the smoking area during a break, lit a cigarette, smoked half of it, and then stubbed it out. Back home, I made myself a cup of Biluochun tea and started typing away on my keyboard.

"What are you writing?" Jona asked, leaning against the partition.

"A manuscript about practical acupuncture techniques."

"Surgeons do this?" She raised her eyebrows.

"I know a few things, but I don't know many more." His fingers didn't stop.

At 6:00 PM sharp, the shift handover ended. The on-duty medical staff stayed behind, while the others gradually left the hospital.

"Dr. Lin, did you drive here?" Zhang Leng picked up his bag.

"Um."

"Can."

"I'll hitch a ride too," Sun Meng added.

"Come on, everyone."

He Jianyi and Liu Huimin each drove a car, with one or two people in each car. The group entered the old hot pot restaurant on the street corner and sat down in a booth by the window.

Lin Quan pushed the menu toward Liu Huimin: "Director Liu, please order first."

"Xiao Lin, do you have enough money in your pocket?" she teased with a smile.

"This restaurant will keep me from going broke."

Everyone ordered food casually, chatting and laughing amidst the steaming food. Liu Huimin was straightforward, only concerned with getting a promotion, without any other ulterior motives.

Hospital professional titles are divided into four levels: resident physician, attending physician, associate chief physician, and chief physician. Each department also has a department head, or "chief head." Currently, the emergency department has a vacancy for this position, and He Jianyi and Liu Huimin are both on the list.

Sun Meng was originally supposed to die from a sudden attack by a psychiatric patient, but Lin Quan stopped the attack on the spot, and she survived. Based on the current pace, He Jianyi is the most likely candidate to take over.

Sun Meng held up her orange juice: "Dr. Lin, thank you so much for that day."

"If Director He were present, he would have been able to control the situation just as well."

He Jianyi lowered his head and stirred the chili oil in the bowl: "I've worked in the emergency room for twenty years, and I thought I was pretty quick. But after seeing you remove the appendix and insert acupuncture needles today, I finally understand what 'fast, accurate, and steady' really means... All that experience I had before was like paper."

Liu Huimin turned her head and asked, "Director He, was his surgery really that skillful?"

"Ligation and excision take five minutes. If the assistant is experienced, the incision can be completed in three minutes."

She looked at Lin Quan: "Dr. Lin, what kinds of surgical procedures have you performed?"

"I've performed most of the common procedures before." He didn't elaborate.

Before he could finish speaking, He Jianyi's phone rang. He grabbed his coat, called Sun Meng and Haiyang, and hurried out the door.

After paying the bill, Lin Quan dropped Sun Meng off at the entrance of her residential compound, then turned back and took Zhang Leng to the subway station.

He went to work as usual the next morning.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

He Jianyi stood at the entrance of the laboratory, clutching the latest blood glucose report, his knuckles white... Fasting blood glucose 5.1, postprandial blood glucose 6.3, glycated hemoglobin 5.4.

That morning, the hospital director led Jiang Xiaoqi into the emergency department office.

Lin Quan glanced up and looked at them: their height and build were similar to Sun Meng and Zhang Leng, but their temperament was calmer, and they were two or three years older. Then he lowered his eyes and continued typing.

Acupuncture can stop bleeding, relieve pain, clear blood stasis, and regulate balance, but the premise is that the diagnosis is accurate, the acupoints are selected correctly, and the techniques are not superficial.

He had no intention of submitting a paper. Foreigners can't even distinguish between thick and thin tongue coating or slippery and rough pulse, so how can they understand "the Yangming meridian is actually delirious, and the Shaoyin pulse is weak and almost imperceptible"? Daring to insert acupuncture without mastering the four diagnostic methods of observation, auscultation, inquiry and palpation is no different from defusing a bomb blindfolded.

Lin Quan plans to compile a monograph on acupuncture and moxibustion, which is ready for publication.

Logically speaking, the attending physician, Wang Ziqiao, is now effectively under Jiang Xiaoqi's command.

"Dr. Wang, what about that little boy with diabetes?" Jiang Xiaoqi asked.

"I was discharged from the hospital yesterday," Wang Ziqiao replied.

"You've been discharged?" She frowned slightly.

"Dr. Lin cured me; I completed the formalities early this morning," Wang Ziqiao said.

"Dr. Lin can treat diabetes? How does he treat it?" Jiang Xiaoqi asked hesitantly.

"I was prescribed some traditional Chinese medicine, and combined with acupuncture, and the treatment lasted for half a month," Wang Ziqiao explained briefly.

"He also understands traditional Chinese medicine?" Jiang Xiaoqi looked up.

"He's very skilled. Not only did he stabilize the blood sugar, but a couple of days ago he also admitted a patient with a manic episode. He used medication and acupuncture, and the sedative was removed in three days. Not to mention on the operating table..." Wang Ziqiao paused, "Of all the surgeons I've ever seen, he's the fastest and most steady."

"Even better than Director He and Director Liu?" Jiang Xiaoqi couldn't hide her doubts.

"Strong." Wang Ziqiao nodded. "Not just a little bit."

"But he's only the attending physician?" Jiang Xiaoqi asked, puzzled.

"I just arrived recently. I graduated from a medical school in China, but I'm just one step short," Wang Ziqiao said.

At this moment, Lin Quan was sitting at the operating table in the treatment room, stitching up a laceration on the right forearm of a car accident victim.

After the silver needles are heated by an alcohol lamp and inserted into the acupoints, the patient's tense shoulders instantly relax; with a swift movement of the hand, more than a dozen needles are threaded together like a woven tapestry, with the skin edges perfectly aligned, leaving only a thin thread floating on the surface.

He removed the needle and put down the tweezers: "Next."

"Dr. Lin!" Zhang Leng strode in. "Patient number three was transferred here. He has an open fracture of his left lower leg with bone defects."

Lin Quan got up and followed him down the corridor. His gaze swept over the patient's left leg, taking in the swelling, deformity, distribution of bleeding points, and the pulsation of the dorsalis pedis artery... all of which came into view.

"What should we do?" Zhang asked coldly.

"The bone is dislocated." Lin Quan supported the ankle with one hand and gently pressed the distal end of the tibia with the other. With a soft click, the fragments returned to their original position. Immediately, three needles were inserted into Zusanli, Yinlingquan, and Xuehai, and the bleeding was significantly reduced.

"No surgery?" Zhang asked again.

"No need. Go to the Traditional Chinese Medicine department and get three doses of 'Bone-Setting and Tendon-Regenerating Decoction.' Decocted and taken according to the prescription, one dose in the morning and one in the evening." Lin Quan said as he walked towards the computer. "I'll write the order."

Zhang Leng responded and left. After Lin Quan finished cleaning and precisely suturing the wound, he took a small pot and boiled a dark brown ointment, which he then applied evenly to the wound, fixed it with a splint, and applied pressure with cotton pads.

Jiang Xiaoqi walked over with the X-ray: "I've seen the X-ray. There's a two-centimeter bone defect and severe soft tissue damage. According to the guidelines, amputation is necessary."

"Standards are rules," Lin Quan smiled, "but I think this leg can still hold up."

"Can it be restored to the way it was before?" She stared at him.

"I don't do things I'm not 100% sure about." After saying that, he turned to the family members and whispered the precautions.

The couple's clothes were faded from washing; the man leaned on an old cane, and the woman clutched a crumpled bill. Losing a leg meant half the house was gone.

Lin Quan knew that Jiang Xiaoqi's advocacy for amputation was not due to a lack of understanding of the pros and cons, but rather because she did not trust his methods.

...Just like in the TV series, Deputy Director Jiang, who had returned from studying abroad, always weighed human lives and human relationships carefully.

"Dr. Lin...can my husband's leg really be saved?" The woman's voice trembled.