The Fierce and Powerful Immortal Physician

Without much small talk, Luo Zhiyuan briefly introduced the patient's condition.

A retired senior cadre recently fell seriously ill with a strange illness.

He was conscious, able to hear and see, his eyes could move, and tears could still flow from the corners of his eyes, but his muscles were so relaxed that he was like a lump of mud. He could not speak or swallow, and his limbs were completely numb.

The People's Hospital diagnosed him with locked-in syndrome, caused by a brainstem infarction. The conclusion was lifelong paralysis, requiring feeding through a gastric tube, and he became a vegetative state patient.

The patient's family was unwilling to give up and transferred him to a traditional Chinese medicine hospital for treatment.

"After consultation with many renowned TCM doctors, it was determined that this was a major collapse, caused by qi and blood rushing upwards, disrupting the qi mechanism and blocking the meridians."

Luo Zhiyuan sighed and said:

"The prescription from the consultation was a modified version of Angong Niuhuang Wan, supplemented by acupuncture by the renowned physician Yue Qingsong. Even so, it could only keep him on his feet. To regain consciousness, it would be like a celestial being descending to earth."

"Okay, I understand the situation. Now let's go see the patient."

After listening, Zhou Hao basically determined the location of the lumps, but further clinical observation was needed for confirmation.

Ten minutes later.

The two arrived at the VIP ward area.

The skilled acupuncturist Yue Qingsong, along with a group of doctors, interns, and patients' family members, had been waiting at the entrance of the special ward. Upon seeing Zhou Hao, they immediately came forward and said:

"Master Zhou, it is an honor for this old man to have you here. I presume Dean Luo has already described the patient's condition?"

He had heard that Zhou Hao was coming, so he waited here early in the morning.

Without it,

The last time at Yunshui Teahouse, Zhou Hao's acupuncture skills, which cured facial paralysis in just a few minutes, amazed him. He really wanted to become his apprentice, but the other party simply wouldn't listen.

He came to observe with a learning attitude, to see just how skilled Zhou Hao really was.

After all, this patient has been diagnosed as a lifelong vegetative state with almost no chance of recovery, and even the patient himself can only sigh in despair.

"Mr. Yue, you're too kind. Please come in and have a look."

Zhou Hao entered the ward first, and his Eye of Truth instantly activated.

On the sickbed lay an old man with his eyes closed, his face as pale as paper, and a pale golden mist floating around his body, with a thin thread connecting the mist to his brow.

According to the Yin-Yang Medical Immortal Pattern Inquiry Scripture, that ball of light and mist was the patient's soul, half of which had left the body. This was a typical symptom of soul separation syndrome, caused by an extremely insidious evil energy impacting the Baihui acupoint, which scattered the soul.

In other words, someone has cast a dark spell on him, locking his soul.

It is quite understandable that both Western medicine and traditional Chinese medicine are helpless.

"This is dissociative identity disorder. Can it be cured? Can it be cured?" Zhou Hao withdrew his Insightful Spiritual Eye and said calmly.

"Dissociation of the soul? Is the soul being impacted by negative energy?"

Luo Zhiyuan and Yue Qingsong looked at each other, both seeing the word "unbelievable" in each other's eyes.

They had seen amnesia before, and even had some experience with sleepwalking, dissociative identity disorder, and hysteria, but they had never heard of dissociative identity disorder before. This was completely different from the conclusion of the expert consultation that it was "locked-in syndrome".

In particular, the cause of the illness is said to be the impact of negative energy on the soul, a concept only heard in feng shui and metaphysics.

That's not scientific.

"Yes, treatment?"

Zhou Hao didn't want to waste any more time. This kind of thing was simply inexplicable. If you believed it, then believe it; if you didn't, then forget it. He would never force himself to prove himself by pretending to be something he'd never do.

"Where are the patient's family members? Please sign to confirm."

Luo Zhiyuan knew this procedure was necessary and that he needed the family's consent, so he turned to look at a woman in her thirties behind him.

"Dean Luo, I am the patient's daughter-in-law. Please wait for my husband to sign the papers. He will be here soon."

The woman replied, glancing towards the doorway at the same time.

"Dean Luo, Elder Yue, I've invited Elder Meng from the provincial capital over. Please discuss this further."

At this time,

A man in uniform walked in, followed by an elderly man with white hair and a youthful face, whose eyes were piercing.

The man in uniform was Xu Zhenwu, the captain of the Yunyang Special Police Detachment, and the patient was his father.

"Oh, it's Lao Meng! We meet again, hahaha~"

Luo Zhiyuan and Yue Qingsong were taken aback for a moment, then exchanged pleasantries with Meng Xiutang.

Who is Meng Xiutang?

He is a renowned master of traditional Chinese medicine in Sichuan Province and even the entire country. His acupuncture skills are so superb that even Yue Qingsong, known as the "Divine Needle Master," is ashamed of his own inferiority.

All three are old acquaintances in the traditional Chinese medicine circle, and they appreciate each other's talents and often have discussions and exchanges.

We have also communicated about this special case.

"Old Meng, let me introduce you to a master. This is Master Zhou, Zhou Hao," Luo Zhiyuan introduced to Meng Xiutang.

"Hello, Teacher Meng," Zhou Hao greeted politely.

"Hmm...who was your teacher?"

Meng Xiutang glanced at Zhou Hao, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, and snorted.

Young people these days are so arrogant and ignorant; they dare to call themselves masters when they're still wet behind the ears.

He didn't take Zhou Hao seriously at all.

"Without a sect or faction."

Zhou Hao knew that the endless questioning was about to begin again, and he was very unhappy, but his expression remained calm.

"Zhou Hao? What are you doing here?"

Only then did Xu Zhenwu notice Zhou Hao, a hint of suspicion and surprise flashing in his eyes.

How did this guy end up here?

The last time his comrade-in-arms Feng Yan asked him to dispel the so-called evil energy, he was also present at the time. It seemed a bit strange, but he remained skeptical.

It can also cure diseases and save lives?

This is a bit ridiculous. A feng shui master can fool people with his words, but when it comes to a real clinical diagnosis, he considers it absolutely unreliable.

Dean Luo and Yue Qingsong must have been brainwashed by him, just like Feng Yan, who is spreading his miraculous powers everywhere.

He had secretly investigated Zhou Hao's background and found him to be a genuine nobody with no job, no qualifications, and no medical license. He had studied traditional Chinese medicine for half a year but didn't even have a medical license.

I heard that they happened to wake up the mayor's daughter, but that was just pure luck.

We cannot treat the old man's life as a joke.

Thinking of this,

He leaned close to Meng Xiutang's ear and whispered something.

"Since you don't even have a medical license, how dare you treat patients? This is the prestigious Yunyang City Central Hospital. We can't just do whatever we want here. Lao Luo, Lao Yue, you're being too careless."

Upon hearing this, Meng Xiuyuan raised an eyebrow, a look of astonishment flashing in his eyes.

What are these two old guys up to? They even dragged an unemployed bum into acting like a big shot. Have they really run out of ideas?

"Uh, Lao Meng, listen to me, Master Zhou does indeed have extraordinary skills."

Luo Zhiyuan quickly explained.

Yue Qingsong chimed in, "Yes, his acupuncture skills are superb; I am truly inferior to him."

"Brother, this is a proper hospital, not some half-baked doctor who can fool you. If I can't cure a patient, then no one in the country or even the world would dare to say they can."

Meng Xiutang snorted softly, his tone revealing immense arrogance.

"Dean Luo, Elder Yue, since there are such masters here, I won't presume to teach you. Farewell."

Zhou Hao certainly recognized Xu Zhenwu. He had come to see him a few days ago with Feng Yan, but their auras seemed mismatched. Xu Zhenwu didn't seem to like him much, so why bother making a fool of himself?

As for this man surnamed Meng's disbelief, that's even less surprising.

"Master Zhou, could you please wait a few minutes for my sake?"

Luo Zhiyuan knew, of course, that this was an awkward situation. He had invited Zhou Hao, so how could he leave before even making a move? Otherwise, it would be difficult to continue the relationship.

Although Meng Xiutang's acupuncture skills were indeed very superb, based on my own experience, I judged that he could not possibly cure the patient.

"Yes, Master Zhou, please stay and offer some guidance."

Yue Qingsong shared the same sentiment. Meng Xiutang's acupuncture skills were indeed superior to his own, but to reach the unpredictable level of Zhou Hao, he was still a bit short.