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The corridor of the inpatient department of Lincheng First People's Hospital.

Wei Cheng paced back and forth, his steps unsteady, his heart filled with anxiety.

He was the director of the municipal health bureau, wielding real power, but he was powerless to do anything about the child lying in the hospital ward.

The child has been in the hospital for a full day and night.

Senior experts from various departments within the hospital took turns conducting consultations, and rounds of blood tests, X-rays, and other detailed examinations were performed.

In the end, no one could find the cause of the illness.

A perfectly healthy child suddenly fell ill, and his physical condition continued to deteriorate, with various indicators showing an inexplicable strangeness.

With a soft creak, the ward door was slowly pushed open.

Several doctors in white coats came out one by one.

Wang Shuzheng, the director of the emergency department, walked at the front, his face grim and his brows furrowed.

He steeled himself and walked up to Wei Cheng.

"The Guard Bureau."

Those two short words carried an incredibly heavy tone.

"The child's condition is still deteriorating, and his vital signs are declining rapidly."

Wei Cheng's face suddenly darkened, and his hands clenched into fists.

Wang Shuzheng felt immense pressure.

The man in front of me is the hospital's top supervisor. Now that his child is suffering from a strange disease, the entire Western medicine team in the hospital is helpless, and he is largely to blame.

Dean Lu Weiguang stood to the side, constantly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

The back of his clothes was already soaked with sweat.

The hospital's top Western medical expertise is all gathered here; if anything happens to the child, no one can afford the consequences.

"Initially, we judged that it was most likely a special viral infection."

Wang Shuzheng composed himself and continued his report.

"We immediately administered the appropriate antiviral medication and followed the prescribed isolation and observation procedures. The entire treatment process was implemented effectively."

"However, after a period of treatment, there was no sign of improvement in the condition."

Unwilling to give up, the group changed several more treatment plans.

We tried everything we could think of: adjusting medication, physical interventions, and conservative relief.

After several attempts, it was still to no avail.

The child's condition is gradually deteriorating.

Suppressed sobs could be heard intermittently from the ward.

Wei Cheng's wife stayed by his bedside the whole time.

Seeing the child, whose breath was weak and whose face was pale, her emotions, which she had been holding back for so long, completely collapsed. Tears streamed down her face, and she cried uncontrollably, her whole body trembling.

Western medicine has reached a complete dead end.

Lu Weiguang gritted his teeth. There was no other way out at the moment, so he had to think of another way.

He immediately took out his phone and made a call.

"Quickly, please ask Elder Zhang and Elder Li to come over. There's a serious emergency in the ward."

The phone call ended abruptly, and a moment later, two elderly men hurried over.

The person walking in front is named Zhang Jingshan. He has been practicing traditional Chinese medicine for over forty years and is highly experienced, specializing in various difficult and complicated diseases.

Beside him was Li Chongde, also a highly respected senior traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the hospital. The two often worked together to conduct consultations.

The situation was urgent, and the two didn't have time for pleasantries before pushing open the door and entering the ward.

At the bedside, Zhang Jingshan bent down, raised his hand, and firmly grasped the child's wrist, closing his eyes and concentrating on feeling the pulse.

Li Chongde stood aside, carefully observing the child's complexion and eyelids, and then examining his hands and feet to check his health.

The two were focused, occasionally exchanging a few words in hushed tones.

Everyone outside the corridor held their breath and waited quietly.

Every minute and every second was extremely agonizing.

A full fifteen minutes passed.

The two elderly people then withdrew their hands and walked out of the ward side by side.

The two exchanged a glance and shook their heads slowly in unison, their faces full of helplessness.

Wei Cheng rushed forward, his voice trembling slightly.

"Gentlemen, what exactly is wrong with my child?"

Zhang Jingshan sighed deeply, his expression grave.

"The pulse is disordered and weak, which is very strange. In my opinion, the child has an extremely heavy yin energy in his body, which seems to be the cause of the illness caused by the yin energy entering the body."

Upon hearing this, all the Western doctors present looked surprised.

They are used to modern medicine and rarely hear such claims.

Li Chongde then spoke, his tone full of helplessness.

"This illness is too strange. The two of us have studied it for half our lives, and we can only see the surface signs."

"We have no idea what the root cause is, so we dare not prescribe any medicine rashly."

Even two highly experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctors were at a loss.

These words struck everyone like a boulder.

Western medicine tried every possible method, but to no avail.

Nowadays, even traditional Chinese medicine cannot find the location of the lumps.

Wei Cheng felt a wave of dizziness and his legs went slightly weak.

Hearing his wife's suppressed sobs in the hospital room, he felt a tightness in his chest.

Is there really no other way but to watch helplessly as the child is in danger?

Lu Weiguang stood there, his face ashen, without uttering a word.

The entire corridor fell silent once again.

Everyone knows that the current situation has reached a dead end.

Wei Cheng rubbed his forehead, as if he had suddenly remembered something, and his heart skipped a beat.

Fragmented images flashed through my mind, and my expression became complicated.

He worked in the health system for many years and always believed in modern medicine.

Subconsciously, people categorize "yin energy entering the body" as feudal superstition.

"Mr. Zhang, please forgive my bluntness."

Wei Cheng frowned and spoke with a hint of doubt in his voice, "Is there really such a thing as yin energy entering the body? It sounds too mystical; it doesn't seem like a proper pathological explanation."

Lu Weiguang and several Western medicine doctors standing nearby also turned their heads to look.

They shared similar thoughts with Wei Cheng; having worked in the field for many years, they had never encountered such medical terminology before.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jingshan did not immediately refute, but simply waved his hand gently.

Having practiced medicine for most of his life, he naturally understood the concerns of the people.

"Director Wei, I understand your thinking. It may sound mysterious to outsiders, but it can be interpreted with modern thinking from another perspective."

Zhang Jingshan softened his tone and began to explain slowly.

"The yin energy we speak of is not some vague and ethereal ghost or monster."

"Simply put, it means that the body has been exposed to cold and dampness for a long time, coupled with blocked meridians and abnormal blood circulation, which leads to a continuous weakening of the functions of the internal organs."

"When the body's Yang energy is insufficient, the body's resistance drops significantly, and the person becomes lethargic and weak. In severe cases, it can lead to a decline in vital signs, just like in a child."

Li Chongde added at the opportune moment.

"In these cases, routine instrumental examinations, blood tests, and X-rays will not reveal any problems."

"Because it's not a virus, inflammation, or organ disease, but rather a disorder of the body's overall Qi, blood, and meridians."

"Therefore, Western medicine treatments are naturally ineffective."

After he finished speaking, everyone present gradually understood.

It turns out that the so-called "yin energy entering the body" is not a strange or superstitious phenomenon, but rather a special constitution and blood and qi disorder.

Wei Cheng's expression softened slightly, but his anxiety remained undiminished.

I understand the reasoning, but the problem still remains.

Neither of the two experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctors could find the root cause, so they dared not prescribe any medicine, and the child's dangerous situation remained unchanged.

"Based on the experience of the two gentlemen, is there any way to resolve this now?" Wei Cheng hurriedly asked.

Zhang Jingshan shook his head with a wry smile.

"For common cold and dampness invading the body, we can treat it with a few doses of herbal medicine and a set of acupuncture techniques."

"But this child's situation is different. His pulse is extremely chaotic, and cold energy is trapped deep inside his body, with an unpredictable pattern."

"Old Li and I have limited abilities and we really can't accurately diagnose the lesions. If we administer acupuncture and prescribe medicine haphazardly, it will only worsen the condition. We dare not take the risk."

Li Chongde nodded in agreement, his face full of helplessness.

The point has been made very clear.

The hospital has exhausted all its top-notch Chinese and Western medical resources, but they're all stuck here.

The atmosphere in the corridor plummeted to freezing point once again.

Wei Cheng stood there, feeling utterly powerless.

He subconsciously raised his hand to rub his throbbing temples, his mind racing.

Just then, the fleeting image from before became clear again.

"Bureau Chief, believing in science and believing in ghosts and gods are ultimately the same kind of faith, and there is no essential difference between the two."