Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

He would prescribe Chinese medicine whenever possible to treat patients, making things easier for them.

After lunch break, Lin Quan went to see the hospital director and also mentioned Zhang Leng's transfer to the head nurse of the emergency department.

"Director Lin, is it done?" Zhang Leng asked as he approached.

"Starting tomorrow morning, you'll be in my group." He smiled.

"Is it really decided?" Her voice rose a half octave.

Nursing titles are divided into five levels: nurse, registered nurse, associate chief nurse, chief nurse, and above that is specialist head nurse.

Sometimes, the salary of a resident physician is even lower than that of a senior nurse.

Doctors follow a career path, starting with an undergraduate degree, and it's not uncommon for them to become attending physicians after a few years.

Nurses are judged by their actual positions and years of service. The number of registered nurses is very limited, and it often takes three to five years to get promoted.

The income of attending physicians is basically the same as that of nurses; however, the gap widens for those with associate senior titles or above.

The emergency department is operating normally; it's not unusual for one or two people to die a day.

Over time, He Jianyi became indifferent to it and understood it better.

His heart wasn't completely hardened yet; he secretly subsidized a few patients who couldn't afford the fees each month.

Jiang Xiaoqi took the lead in establishing a departmental mutual aid fund, and he donated 20,000 yuan without hesitation.

Knowing that Zhang Leng wanted to switch to medicine, Lin Quan inquired about her background and decided to teach her Western medicine.

It's quick to learn and effective; with his hands-on guidance, it won't take long to master the surgery.

In his spare time, he would casually give Zhang Leng and Sun Meng some pointers, explaining things in detail but without wasting words.

That morning, the phone rang, and he went straight to the dean's office.

"Dean."

"Director Lin, Shanghai First Hospital urgently needs a patient. They're waiting for you to come over." The hospital director pushed the documents over.

"What's going on?"

"Professor Qian, the condition is progressing rapidly; surgery cannot be delayed."

Is the person still conscious?

"He was just admitted to the ICU, and his blood pressure is dropping."

"As long as a person is breathing, I have a way."

The dean breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'll leave it to you."

"I'm going to mentor Sun Meng and Zhang Leng; they're both in my team now."

"no problem."

Two hours later, the three boarded a high-speed train bound for Shanghai.

"I never thought this day would actually come," Zhang said, gazing at the fields rushing past the window.

"The surgeon was Director Lin, not you." Sun Meng didn't even look up, flipping through the preoperative imaging report in her hand.

I took a taxi after exiting the station and headed straight to Shanghai First People's Hospital.

After reviewing Qian Lao's vital signs and imaging data, Lin Quan immediately ordered preparations for surgery.

"Director Lin, what's the success rate?" someone asked in a low voice.

"Ten percent? You wouldn't trust that." He paused, "Nine percent, I'm leaving some leeway."

"Qian Lao's condition cannot afford to be compromised."

"I don't take on jobs I'm not sure I can do."

"He's never made a mistake," an older nurse chimed in.

"I simply won't accept patients I can't handle."

"Do you need us to arrange for someone to assist?"

"No need, the two of them are enough."

"Can I observe from inside the operating room?"

"Maximum five. Don't talk inside, and don't block the light."

A dozen minutes later, Mr. Qian was wheeled into the operating room.

Lin Quan put on gloves, picked up the needle, positioned it, inserted it... four needles in, the movements were so fast they were almost imperceptible:

One injection relieves pain, one injection stops bleeding, one injection suppresses stress response, and one injection protects the heart.

Incision, exploration, excision, reconstruction, suturing... all completed, timer shows: 27 minutes.

"This speed... even top international teams would take at least ten hours to perform the same surgery."

"Others wield a knife like they're embroidering, but he wields it like he's defusing a bomb... fast, precise, and without a single unnecessary move."

Chapter nine

"It's flawless, truly impeccable. I originally thought the emergency department of Yenching University International Hospital was just famous, but I didn't expect it to be so solid."

"It's not that the emergency department is tough, it's that Director Lin's methods are too ruthless."

He personally prepared all the medicinal herbs and simmered a rich soup in a clay pot.

The needle tip was gently pressed on several key acupoints to help Mr. Qian stabilize his breathing; then a bowl of medicine was brought over, and after he drank it, his breathing gradually became even.

Finally, with a flick of his thumb, the silver needle spun slightly, Old Qian's eyelids drooped, his breathing became long and even, and he fell asleep again.

"Dean Li, we'll be staying in Shanghai for the next few days. Please call us anytime if you need anything."

After giving his instructions, Lin Quan got up and walked out. Zhang Leng carried his bag, and Sun Meng took his umbrella; the two followed him out of the ward.

Three days later, Mr. Qian was able to get out of bed and slowly walk to the window, his voice regaining its strength. Lin Quan packed his things, preparing to return to Yanjing.

"Director Lin, please accept this small token of my appreciation."

"I don't want the money, just donate it."

He didn't even glance at the gift box, only nodded to the family members, and turned to leave. They came empty-handed, and left each dragging a suitcase, the wheels rolling crisply down the corridor.

The high-speed train takes more than seven hours to reach the station; the total time for a plane, including round-trip airport transfers, check-in, waiting for flight, and connecting flights, is not much different. It is more expensive, but it is worry-free and reassuring.

Back in the neighborhood, he waited for Xiao Yan and Jiang Xiaoqi to come home from get off work, and handed them several bags: a crossbody bag, a slim lipstick, a pair of plain silver earrings... all sorted out according to each person.

Neither of them mentioned resting that night. They were open and honest with each other, and fell asleep in each other's arms until the light of day shone through the gaps in the curtains.

At 6:50 a.m., Lin Quan opened his eyes and saw Xiao Yan buttoning the third button of his shirt, while Jiang Xiaoqi was barefoot on the carpet fixing the ends of her hair. He raised his hand to touch his watch strap, calculated the time, and silently gave up the idea of ​​going for a morning run.

It's almost seven o'clock, and I still have to go out for breakfast.

Liu Huimin's daughter's condition improved day by day, and Lin Quan's name spread throughout the industry. That child was none other than Zhao Lei, the director of the medical affairs department, who was adopting the daughter.

He was invited to use his flying knife several times, but he always replied with the same sentence: "I can't cure this disease."

The family members were jumping up and down cursing, but he simply added, "My medical skills are limited."

He doesn't rely on listening or investigation to determine whether a person is good or bad; he can roughly tell by a glance, a few questions, and a pulse diagnosis.

A kind person would be willing to pay for the medicine out of their own pocket; a wicked person would turn around and leave even if offered tens of millions on their knees.

A novice stock trader might make a steady profit, accumulating ever-growing account balances, but when it comes to actually needing the money, they have very little.

During his work hours, he both saw patients and taught, with Sun Meng and Zhang Leng taking turns following him to copy prescriptions, administer acupuncture, and write medical records. In his spare time, he would sit at his desk writing "The Complete Book of Meridians and Acupoints," his handwriting neat and the entries clear.

Buddhism and Taoism, though seemingly separate entities, both discuss the principles of life and destiny; Chinese and Western medicine, though seemingly distinct, are actually just the path that Chinese medicine has not yet fully explored.

He often wondered: Is surgery truly a unique invention of Western medicine? Hua Tuo's bone-scraping craniotomy was almost two thousand years ago.

The so-called "difficulty in explaining traditional Chinese medicine with science"... how many years has science lived? How many years has traditional Chinese medicine lived?

In the eyes of traditional Chinese medicine, wild plants, minerals, metals, insects, scales and shells can all be used as medicine; Western medicine is also medicine, only it is more potent and stronger.

The properties of medicines are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining. Even today, Western medicine still struggles to control their toxic side effects, while the methods of harmonization in traditional Chinese medicine have long been engraved in ancient books, waiting for future generations to rediscover them.

The printing of "The Complete Book of Acupuncture" increased by one million copies, and Xingkong Publishing House received 20 million yuan, which was directly deposited into Lin Quan's account.

There are 800,000 students majoring in Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) nationwide, and when you include university teachers and clinical TCM practitioners, the total number exceeds one million. This book has been designated as a required textbook, with 1.2 million copies ordered domestically and another 400,000 copies ordered overseas.

The newly printed one million copies were snapped up by various universities and pharmaceutical companies on the very day they rolled off the production line.