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Surgeon General Zhu Weidong stood up instinctively.

Lin Zhilan looked directly at him. "If I can stabilize the patient's vital signs, can you perform the bullet removal surgery?"

Zhu Weidong licked his lips. "It can be done."

Lin Zhilan then spoke with an internal medicine doctor to discuss pre- and post-operative infection prevention measures.

Throughout the entire meeting, everyone was stunned by her.

She spoke with substance, possessing professional and extensive medical knowledge, making it hard to believe she was only a young woman in her twenties.

Dean Liu swallowed hard: "Comrade Lin, how confident are you?"

Lin Zhilan raised an eyebrow: "Dean, I won't answer that question, but if you have any questions about my treatment plan, we can discuss it."

The issue now is not whether to discuss it or not.

Her plan seems perfect, but it's too perfect; it feels somewhat unrealistic and impractical.

The hospital director began discussing with the doctors.

Lin Zhilan sat down next to Commander Qin, who secretly gave her a thumbs up.

Lin Zhilan chuckled softly, then lowered her brows in deep thought.

This is Cheng Qingshan's opportunity, and it's also her opportunity.

She has studied medicine for so many years, and she can't let it go to waste. Even if she comes to this strange world, she might still make a name for herself.

Tu Jing glanced at his watch; more than half an hour had passed, and these people still hadn't reached a conclusion.

He stood up abruptly. "Dean, I can vouch for Comrade Lin. If anything happens, I will take full responsibility. Please make a decision as soon as possible and don't waste any more time!"

Cheng Qingshan's health is deteriorating and he can't wait any longer.

Since things had come to this point, the dean had no choice but to agree, but required that Lin Zhilan be accompanied by medical staff for all procedures.

Lin Zhilan agreed.

She didn't have any silver needles, so she borrowed a set from a doctor in the Traditional Chinese Medicine department.

The Traditional Chinese Medicine department has only two doctors, one older and one younger.

Seeing that Lin Zhilan was about to administer acupuncture, people immediately gathered around to watch, squeezing the dean and others to the back.

Lin Zhilan had Cheng Qingshan's clothes opened to expose his body, and then disinfected his acupoints.

The older traditional Chinese medicine doctor, Ye Congshan, paused slightly when he saw the area she was disinfecting.

Lin Zijun asked in a low voice, "Teacher Ye, what's wrong?"

Ye Congshan: "Don't speak yet, just watch!"

Lin Zhilan carefully disinfected the silver needles and inserted them into the acupoints one by one.

After inserting each silver needle, she would gently twist the end of the needle, and only after she had needled all the acupoints would she let out a long breath.

Ye Congshan also let out a breath.

Only then did Lin Zijun dare to ask, "Teacher Ye, there's no change at all?"

"What do you know? Go back and read some books!"

"Teacher," Lin Zijun said with a fawning smile, "please teach me, okay?"

Dean Liu and the others also perked up their ears.

Ye Congshan sighed, "The needles she just inserted were all fatal points. I've been practicing medicine for so many years, and I've never dared to insert needles into those places. But look at her, her hands are as steady as a rock, she's bold and meticulous."

The greatest skill is that the patient doesn't seem to react on the surface; in reality, the lack of reaction is the key. An outsider could kill them with a single needle.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

Lin Zhilan overheard this conversation after she finished administering the acupuncture.

She looked at Lin Zijun and nodded slightly: "Come here."

Lin Zijun pointed to himself: "Me?"

"Um."

Lin Zijun was a little nervous, but Ye Congshan gave him a push before he could stand next to Lin Zhilan.

Lin Zhilan took Cheng Qingshan's pulse on the train. Due to years of illness, the old leader's body was indeed very weak, but with proper care, it shouldn't have deteriorated to this state in such a short time.

Only now does she realize that current medical technology is far inferior to what it was back then.

Even traditional Chinese medicine is gradually declining under the impact of Western medicine.

"What's your name?"

"Lin Zijun".

"Um, Dr. Lin, could you tell me which acupoints I used?"

Lin Zijun nervously swallowed, managing only a few stammering answers.

Lin Zhilan looked disappointed.

Ye Congshan stepped forward to explain: "Dr. Lin, Lin Zijun originally studied surgery, but he injured his wrist during training and switched to traditional Chinese medicine. Now he just does massage work for me."

Lin Zhilan nodded slightly and asked him, "Do you want to study traditional Chinese medicine?"

Lin Zijun subconsciously looked at Ye Congshan.

Ye Congshan glared at him, signaling him to quickly agree, and he nodded emphatically as if waking from a dream.

Lin Zhilan glanced at her watch; five minutes had passed. As she removed the needle, she explained to Lin Zijun why she had needled that spot.

Lin Zijun didn't understand some of it, but she carefully wrote down every word and phrase in her notebook.

Ye Congshan listened with rapt attention, his face full of admiration.

The others were skeptical, and Dean Liu was sweating profusely, seemingly even more nervous than Lin Zhilan.

Cheng Qingshan woke up right after the needles were removed.

Tu Jing was about to rush in when he was stopped. "Comrade Lin said that no one except medical staff is allowed to enter the ward."

Tu Jing bowed his head, covered his face with his hands, and slumped to the ground, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

Cheng Qingshan opened his eyes, saw Lin Zhilan, and gave a weak smile: "Comrade Lin, you've come to see me too?"

Lin Zhilan smiled and said, "Chief Cheng, from now on you'll be under my command."

Cheng Qingshan closed his eyes briefly. "That's great! I'd like to eat your chicken sauce again."

"When you're all better, I'll cook you a delicious meal."

After telling him to rest well, Lin Zhilan led everyone out.

She wrote out a prescription and handed it to Ye Congshan, saying, "Could you please check if the hospital has these medications? If not, I'll go to my house to get them."

Ye Congshan looked them over and said, "They're all there."

"That's fine," Lin Zhilan said. "Decoct this medicine with water according to the prescription. Boil three bowls of water down to one bowl, then remove the dregs and drink it again, twice a day. Afterwards, I will change the medicine according to the pulse."

"Don't worry, Dr. Lin, I'll prepare it myself."

Ye Congshan loved traditional Chinese medicine, but the military hospital didn't value it, and he himself didn't have much ability.

Now Lin Zhilan has arrived. Although she is young, she has impressed everyone with her skills and made people look at traditional Chinese medicine in a new light.

Ye Congshan was delighted.

If Lin Zhilan didn't mind his age, he would have been eager to become her apprentice on the spot.

"And you," Lin Zhilan stared at Lin Zijun, "memorize all the acupoints on the human body within a week, and I'll come back to give you a back quiz."

Lin Zijun: "...Yes."

"Comrade Tu, come back with me. I'll cook some porridge, and you can bring it to Chief Cheng later."

Tu Jing: "That's too much trouble."

Lin Zhilan looked at him without saying a word.

Tu Jing suddenly laughed, "Okay, I'll go."

Su Lang went to Commander Qin's office in the afternoon, but Commander Qin, with a smile on his face, sent him back before he could even mention the ointment.

When I got home, I was startled by the people in the yard as soon as I stepped into the yard.