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Outside the clinic, a nurse on duty rushed over, looking hurried.

"Dr. Lin!"

"The hospital director wants you to go to the neurology department immediately; they've admitted an emergency patient!"

Hearing that it was arranged personally by the dean, Lin Yuan dared not be negligent in the slightest.

He immediately put away the prescription book, stood up, and nodded.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

After quickly tidying up, Lin Yuan left the second-floor outpatient department and headed straight for the neurology ward.

The patient admitted to the neurology department today is someone of considerable importance.

He is Mr. Wang, a retired cadre from the city.

The elderly man suddenly developed a severe headache early in the morning, which caused him to break out in a cold sweat and make him restless.

But strangely enough...

The entire brain CT scan, MRI, and blood tests were completed, and all indicators were completely normal.

The instruments couldn't detect any lesions or problems.

Unfortunately, the patient's headache was real and becoming increasingly severe.

A group of key neurologists took turns consulting with the patients, spending the entire morning trying to find a solution, but they were all at a loss.

Western medicine has completely failed.

With no other options available, Dean Lu Weiguang could only pin his hopes on traditional Chinese medicine.

Lin Yuangang walked into the corridor of the neurology department.

I was greeted by Zhang Jingshan, the director of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, who was wearing a white coat.

Lin Yuan greeted him politely, "Director Zhang!"

When Zhang Jingshan saw Lin Yuan, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and he nodded slightly.

"Kobayashi is here too. Did the dean specifically ask you to come?"

"Come on, let's go inside and take a look. I've heard this patient is quite difficult to treat."

The two walked side by side into the intensive care unit.

The ward was full of people.

Several attending and associate chief physicians from the neurology department were present, their faces grave.

Dean Lu Weiguang stood by the hospital bed, his brows furrowed, the atmosphere heavy.

Lying on the bed was an elderly man in his seventies, none other than Old Wang.

At that moment, his face was deathly pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

He pressed his hands tightly against his temples, clenched his teeth, and occasionally let out a suppressed groan of pain.

He was so weak that he looked like a ghost.

Upon seeing Zhang Jingshan and Lin Yuan enter, the deputy director of the neurology department immediately stepped forward and spoke.

His tone was heavy, and his face was full of helplessness.

"Director Zhang."

"The patient suddenly experienced a persistent and severe migraine this morning, accompanied by nausea, dizziness, and restlessness."

"We've done a full range of Western medical examinations, including cerebral blood vessels, nerves, and tissues, and there are no signs of lesions, blockages, or bleeding."

"All data are normal, and the cause of the illness cannot be found at all."

"But the patient's pain is very real, and painkillers and sedatives have no effect whatsoever."

The words were phrased tactfully, but everyone present understood them.

If the problem cannot be identified, the appropriate treatment cannot be provided.

This means that Western medicine has completely ruled out a solution.

This group of neurologists were completely helpless in the face of this strange disease.

After listening to the report, Dean Lu Weiguang's expression became even more serious.

With his seniority and high prestige, it is absolutely crucial that no accident occur at the city hospital.

He immediately said in a deep voice.

"Everyone, regardless of whether we can find the cause of the illness or not, regardless of what methods we use."

"We must do everything we can to stabilize the condition and cure Old Wang!"

This statement is like placing an immense burden on someone.

All the Western medicine doctors in the ward lowered their heads and remained silent, none of them daring to speak.

They tried every possible method.

There's really nothing we can do.

At this moment, Zhang Jingshan took a step forward.

He is the director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine department, so he is the only one who can take over the situation today.

He looked at Old Wang, who was in excruciating pain on the bed, and spoke in a deep voice:

"Dean, let me check your pulse first and see where the problem lies."

After saying that, Zhang Jingshan walked to the bedside, carefully picked up the old man's wrist, and concentrated on taking his pulse.

The ward fell silent instantly.

All eyes were on Zhang Jingshan.

A few minutes later.

Zhang Jingshan released his grip, his brows furrowed tightly, his expression extremely grave.

He checked the pulse twice, still looking puzzled.

"The pulse is stable and rhythmic, and there are no abnormalities in the Qi and blood, internal organs, or deficiency and excess."

"From the perspective of conventional pulse diagnosis in Traditional Chinese Medicine, there is no root cause for the disease."

These words caused a sinking feeling in everyone present.

Western medicine examination revealed no lesions.

Traditional Chinese medicine diagnosis showed no signs of illness.

So, what exactly caused Old Wang's terrible headache?

This is absolutely bizarre!

Zhang Jingshan turned to look at Lu Weiguang, his face full of helplessness.

"Dean, I have been practicing medicine for many years and have never seen anything like this before."

"My internal organs are not deficient, my meridians are not blocked, and my qi and blood are not stagnant, yet I still suffer from severe pain."

"I can't see the problem using conventional Chinese medicine methods."

Even the head of the Traditional Chinese Medicine department was at a loss, and the atmosphere in the ward instantly plummeted to freezing point.

All the doctors looked troubled, completely at a loss.

Lu Weiguang frowned, feeling anxious and flustered.

He knew very well that this strange disease, whose root cause could not be found by either traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, was the most dangerous.

But the image of Lin Yuan immediately popped into his mind.

During this period, Lin Yuan successively solved many difficult and complicated cases, and his medical skills far exceeded those of ordinary senior doctors, even surpassing many department directors.

The more bizarre and inexplicable the illness, the more Lin Yuan's abilities are highlighted.

Lu Weiguang immediately turned his head and looked solemnly at Lin Yuan beside him.

"Dr. Lin, your medical skills are superb, and you are adept at diagnosing and treating difficult and rare diseases."

"Director Zhang and the Western medicine doctors are also stumped. Why don't you give it a try and see if you can find the problem and cure Old Wang?"

As soon as the dean finished speaking, everyone's eyes immediately fell on Lin Yuan.

The neurologists present all harbored some doubts.

Zhang Jingshan has been practicing medicine for over 20 years and has been unable to diagnose the problem. How could a young resident physician possibly have a solution?

But no one dared to question it.

After all, the dean personally named him, so only a fool would object.

Moreover, Lin Yuan did gain some fame at the hospital during this period.

Lin Yuan remained calm, showing no sign of tension.

He nodded slightly: "Okay, Dean, let me take a look."

After saying that, he slowly walked to the bedside.

There was no rush to take his pulse or look at the test results.

Lin Yuan first quietly observed Wang Lao's complexion, expression, and tongue coating.

The old man's face was pale, but there was no sign of illness or bruising.

His tongue coating was thin and white, and his breathing was steady; he didn't seem to have any problems with his internal organs at all.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Yuan gently raised his hand and placed it on the old man's wrist.

Carefully examine the pulse.

One pulse at the cun position.

One pulse point.

One pulse at the cun position.

He examined patients extremely slowly and meticulously.

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

All the senior doctors held their breath and stared intently at Lin Yuan.

Time passed second by second.

One minute.

Two minutes.

three minutes.

Three full minutes later.

Lin Yuan finally released his grip, a knowing glint in his eyes.

He found the root cause of the problem.

It's not a brain disease.

It's not a blockage of the meridians.

It's not a disorder of Qi and blood.

It is a detail of the cause of the disease that everyone has overlooked.

Neurologists, when staring at instrument data, only think about the brain, nerves, and blood vessels.

Following the traditional Chinese medicine approach, Zhang Jingshan examined the internal organs, qi and blood, and the deficiency and excess of pathogens.

Both directions were correct, but the investigation was completely off-target.

Lu Weiguang immediately stepped forward, his tone urgent: "Lin Yuan, how is it? Have you found a problem?"

Everyone looked up instantly, their eyes filled with anticipation.