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At this moment, in the hospital's outpatient clinic.

Lin Yuan was sitting upright at the table, patiently taking the pulse and asking questions of a young girl.

The girl looked haggard, with dark circles under her eyes, clearly a result of long-term sleep deprivation.

The atmosphere in the consultation room was quiet and peaceful. Lin Yuan was focused and showed no signs of impatience.

Just then, my cell phone rang.

Upon seeing that the caller was Dean Lu Weiguang, Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly and answered the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Lu Weiguang's tone was urgent and solemn.

"Xiaolin, come to the neurology ward right now! There's an emergency, critical case here, the situation is extremely serious!"

Lin Yuan understood immediately and responded decisively.

"Dean Lu, I understand, I'll be right there."

Even when receiving an urgent summons from the hospital director, knowing that there are patients waiting there.

Lin Yuan did not get up and leave immediately.

A doctor with a compassionate heart prioritizes treating patients; he will never abandon a patient halfway through the consultation.

He put down his phone, his expression still gentle, and continued to show the girl in front of him the final consultation process.

After taking his pulse for a moment, Lin Yuan withdrew his hand and slowly began to give him instructions.

"Your insomnia is caused by long-term irregular sleep patterns, not an organic disease, so don't worry too much."

"I'll prescribe you a mild calming herbal decoction. Take it on time; it will soothe your nerves, help you sleep, and nourish your energy."

"But the most crucial thing is not taking medication, but changing sleep habits."

"Stop staying up late, spend less time on your phone, and don't be anxious before bed. If you stick to this for a while, your insomnia will improve."

He was clear and logical, and his instructions were detailed and earnest.

The girl nodded repeatedly, relieved, and quickly thanked him.

After explaining all the precautions and writing the prescription, Lin Yuan packed his things and got up to leave the outpatient clinic.

There was no delay, no lingering.

He turned and hurried toward the neurology ward.

Lin Yuan walked briskly and quickly arrived at the neurology ward.

Pushing open the ward door, a group of figures came into view.

Lin Yuan glanced around and first looked at the two familiar faces, then spoke politely.

"Dean Lu, Professor Shen."

Lu Weiguang nodded immediately, and Shen Zhenlin responded with a smile and a gentle nod.

Immediately, Lu Weiguang stepped forward and introduced everyone present to Lin Yuan one by one.

"Lin Yuan, this is Professor Zheng Qishan, a leading authority in neurology in the province."

"These are the patient's family members, Mr. Zhao Hongyuan and Ms. Su Huirong."

Lin Yuan remained composed and courteous, nodding slightly to the group.

Simple and elegant, neither humble nor arrogant.

But when Zhao Hongyuan's gaze fell on Lin Yuan, his heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but feel greatly disappointed.

He had thought that he was a highly skilled person who could be personally recommended by Shen Zhenlin and urgently summoned by the dean.

He must be at least a senior, experienced doctor with gray hair.

But Lin Yuan in front of me looks to be only in his early twenties, young and with a youthful appearance.

Wearing a plain white lab coat, he had a clean and even slightly youthful appearance.

Where is there even a trace of a miracle doctor with miraculous healing abilities?

People would believe he was a newly hired intern!

At that moment, the hope that had just ignited in Zhao Hongyuan's heart was extinguished by more than half.

Even Zheng Qishan, a leading authority on Western medicine standing nearby, showed a clear look of surprise in his eyes.

He was just wondering who this doctor was that Shen Zhenlin thought so highly of.

I never expected it to be such a young upstart!

He was younger than the resident physicians in the hospital and didn't seem to have the aura of a renowned doctor.

Zheng Qishan has practiced medicine for many years, is knowledgeable and experienced, and is extremely shrewd.

Even if you don't think it's a big deal in your heart and feel that the other person is not up to the task.

But he showed no disdain whatsoever, and still wore a warm smile.

He was impeccably polite, calm and composed, and showed no signs of emotional vulnerability.

Su Huirong, who was standing to the side, also frowned slightly, her eyes filled with deep doubt.

With such superb medical skills, why would Dr. Shen recommend such a young doctor to save his son?

The atmosphere in the room was subtly tense.

Only Shen Zhenlin remained calm and stood quietly to the side, waiting for Lin Yuan to make his move.

Zhao Hongyuan is a seasoned businessman with exceptional ability to read people and situations.

He quickly realized he had lost his composure and hurriedly concealed the disappointment in his eyes.

Regardless of the other person's age, this is ultimately the only hope at the moment.

He immediately suppressed his doubts, stepped forward, extended his hand, and acted with a friendly and sincere attitude.

"Dr. Lin, thank you for coming so quickly."

"Please, you must think of something to save my son!"

His tone was earnest, carrying the desperate plea of ​​a father on the verge of despair.

Lin Yuan calmly raised his hand and shook hands with him briefly, without any arrogance or impatience.

He then walked to the bedside and picked up the complete medical record file placed on the bedside table.

My eyes quickly scanned the information above.

Patient's name: Zhao Yuchao.

Past medical history, car accident injuries, examination data, and consultation records are all readily available.

After reviewing all the materials, a look of understanding flashed across Lin Yuan's eyes.

The instrument examination showed everything was normal, and the body's functions were intact.

Western medicine has no solution, and traditional Chinese medicine has no symptom.

Sure enough, this was no ordinary injury.

All eyes in the room were now fixed on Lin Yuan.

The ward was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Mr. and Mrs. Zhao held their breath, their hearts pounding in their throats, filled with trepidation and anxiety.

Zheng Qishan crossed his arms, his expression indifferent, but a hint of scrutiny and disdain lurked in his eyes.

He wanted to see what this young man, whom Shen Zhenlin thought so highly of, could possibly figure out.

How could a young man, a mere lad, possibly crack a strange disease that even he and all the instruments couldn't detect?

Shen Zhenlin stood quietly to the side, his expression resolute, without the slightest worry.

Only he knew that Lin Yuan's medical skills and knowledge could not be measured by his age.

Lin Yuan sat down on the edge of the hospital bed and placed his hand precisely on Zhao Yuchao's wrist pulse.

He lightly touched the pulse with his fingertips, his expression serious and solemn, as if he were wholeheartedly assessing the patient's condition.

In fact!

In just over ten seconds.

Lin Yuan had thoroughly understood all the pulse signs and had seen through the whole truth in his heart.

The pulse is steady, the Qi and blood flow smoothly, the five internal organs are healthy, and the meridians are unobstructed.

Just as Shen Zhenlin had predicted, there were no lesions on his body.

Considering the patient's bizarre coma and loss of consciousness after the car accident, the answer was already obvious—a typical case of being frightened and losing one's mind!

It's not a medical condition at all!

He could pinpoint the problem in just over ten seconds, enough time for him to begin treatment.

But Lin Yuan knew perfectly well what was going on.

Those present were all important figures, and Zhao Hongyuan was extremely anxious and filled with despair.

If you casually take a couple of pulses and make a diagnosis, it will only make you seem too perfunctory.

This will not only make the family members feel more uncertain, but it will also easily attract questions from authorities like Zheng Qishan.

Treating illness is not just about treating the body, but also about considering the human heart.

In order to show that he takes the illness very seriously, to provide emotional support to the family, and to shut everyone up.

Lin Yuan deliberately slowed down his pace, remaining firmly seated and continuing to carefully take the pulse.

One second, two seconds, ten seconds...

They managed to stretch it out to a full minute and a half.

Throughout the entire process, he maintained a solemn expression with slightly furrowed brows, as if he were deeply considering the complex illness, showing no sign of perfunctoriness.

This professional and composed demeanor made the tense and oppressive atmosphere of the ward even more solemn.

Seeing his serious analysis, Zhao Hongyuan's disappointment lessened slightly.

At least this young doctor had a proper attitude and was not frivolous or careless.

One minute later.

Lin Yuan slowly withdrew his wrist, his expression calm and composed, finally ending the pulse diagnosis.

He looked up at the expectant Zhao couple, his tone steady and firm.

"I understand the patient's condition."

A simple sentence instantly captivated everyone's attention.

Zheng Qishan immediately straightened up, a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

Shen Zhenlin's eyes lit up, already guessing what Lin Yuan was about to say.

The answer to this bizarre and intractable disease that has baffled even the leading figures in both traditional Chinese and Western medicine is finally about to be revealed!