City’s Best Divine Doctor
Chapter 236 - 236 0237 The Stakes are Too High

236: Chapter 0237: The Stakes are Too High 236: Chapter 0237: The Stakes are Too High Zhang Chuan’s gasping intensified as he struggled to breathe, ceaselessly gasping with his mouth wide open as if he was about to suffocate to death.

In such a condition, it was extremely uncomfortable.

Even when rushed to the emergency room and lying on the hospital bed with the aid of an oxygen machine and mask, his condition only improved slightly.

Now, Zhang Chuan’s face was still pale, and he was sweating profusely, unable to comprehend how he had suddenly become like this.

After Zhang Chuan’s emotions had stabilized, Li Jin asked, “Director Zhang, have you had this illness before?”

Zhang Chuan shook his head.

“Does it run in your family?”

Zhang Chuan still shook his head.

As a doctor, he was well aware of the importance of good health.

He underwent health checks annually and aside from some common minor issues, it was impossible for him to have such a disease.

As for genetic heredity, it was even less likely.

Neither his grandparents nor his parents had this illness.

“Then it’s strange.

How could you suddenly have developed this illness?”

Li Jin could not understand why Zhang Chuan suddenly fell ill.

While Li Jin was treating Zhang Chuan, Shen Zhigang and his wife came out of the ward, and upon seeing Ye Qiu sitting there, Shen Zhigang hastily said, “Doctor Ye, please quickly treat my elder daughter.

You don’t need to bother with Doctor Li.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Qiu smiled, walked in, and looked at Shen Xingru lying on the hospital bed.

To ease the anxiety of Shen Zhigang and his wife, he said, “Her illness is considered a panting syndrome in Traditional Chinese Medicine, which is believed to be caused by external damp and hot viruses that obstruct heat in the lungs, thereby impeding the lung qi and forcing the turbid qi upward, causing panting.

Blood stasis blocking the lung qi after injuries, childbirth, and internal accumulation of blood stasis disrupt the ascent and descent of the qi mechanism, causing panting.

Burns or viral attacks that cause heat toxins to obstruct lung qi, water dampness invading the lungs, the lungs failing to descend properly, and the scatter of qi due to blood deficiency not maintaining qi can also lead to panting.”

Ye Qiu briefly explained the research and theories of Traditional Chinese Medicine for this condition, though Shen Zhigang and his wife, along with Shen Yueru, did not quite understand, but they knew that Ye Qiu was also well-versed in theory, and they preferred not to discuss it further with Li Jin.

“Based on my examination of Miss Shen, it seems her condition worsened after giving birth.”

“You know that too?”

Shen Yueru was surprised.

Ye Qiu did not find it surprising since he had discerned it from Shen Xingru’s expression.

At that moment, an elderly practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine came in and said, “Doctor Ye, I did not expect someone of your young age to have such profound knowledge in Traditional Chinese Medicine theory.

I couldn’t have articulated it as directly myself.”

He had just passed by and upon seeing the door to the ward open, he walked in and to his surprise, found Ye Qiu preparing to treat Shen Xingru.

The last time, when Ye Qiu treated Zhou Bao’s ex-wife Wang Yulian, he had already encountered Ye Qiu and knew of his mysterious medical skills.

Ye Qiu remembered the old doctor, but what he was using now was not Traditional Chinese Medicine.

“Nonsense, all this talk of turbid qi and dampness is just gibberish, deceiving those who don’t understand,” said Li Jin as he walked in.

He had just stabilized Zhang Chuan and thought of Ye Qiu possibly treating Shen Xingru, so he hurried over.

Unexpectedly, he arrived to find the other side still beguiling Shen Zhigang and his wife and immediately intervened to stop them.

Even though Jinling People’s Hospital had a department of Traditional Chinese Medicine which treated many patients, Li Jin, who had always studied Western medicine and was a top student in Western medicine, simply did not believe in Traditional Chinese Medicine theories.

Of course, he still acknowledged that Ye Qiu might understand some theories of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

The old physician Mo Zhisheng, upon hearing this, seemed quite angry and said, “Director Li, if your medical skills are so great, why hasn’t Miss Shen been cured yet?”

“This needs to be treated slowly; it cannot be rushed,” Li Jin said.

In his view, any improvement in Shen Xingru’s condition was to the credit of him and Western medicine.

Ye Qiu looked coldly at Li Jin and smiled, asking, “Do you want to make a bet with me?”

“What bet?

I never gamble.”

Last time, those few people lost hundreds of thousands to Ye Qiu, and the old doctor Mo Zhisheng still remembered it quite clearly.

“Just bet whether I can cure Miss Shen’s illness within ten minutes or not.”

Li Jin hadn’t expected Ye Qiu to actually want to bet on this.

“What do you have to bet with me?”

If it were this, Li Jin would not be scared at all; however, seeing Ye Qiu’s attire, altogether not even worth a hundred dollars, how could he bet with him, a top scholar from overseas?

“How about five million?”

Even though Ye Qiu had already given two million to his father for renovating the restaurant, the money he had recently earned from treating patients almost added up to five million as well.

“Based on you?”

Li Jin really found it hard to believe!

Ye Qiu took out a bank card and placed it directly in front of Li Jin.

Now Ye Qiu only feared that Li Jin might not have that much money and might even deny it later.

Li Jin was introduced to Jinling People’s Hospital as a high-level scholar from an overseas university, and his monthly salary was much higher than that of other doctors, his annual income being several millions.

As Li Jin’s expression kept changing, he said, “Okay.”

“I’m worried some people might deny and renege later.”

Ye Qiu said coldly.

With that incident concerning Doctor Zhang breaking the agreement, Ye Qiu had some doubts about these people’s morals.

Ye Qiu then brought over a piece of paper, which had written a promissory note for five million.

When it was time for Li Jin to sign, upon seeing Ye Qiu’s confident look, suddenly, for some reason, he felt afraid to bet with Ye Qiu.

“Five million is too much; my wife would not agree,”

Li Jin said.

“Then how about five hundred thousand?”

If it were just a five-hundred-thousand bet, Li Jin felt there was nothing to worry about and directly signed the promissory note.

He wanted to see if Ye Qiu really had such skills.

While Li Jin and old doctor Mo Zhisheng hoped to stay inside to watch Ye Qiu treat Xingru, Ye Qiu asked them to go out first.

At the doorway, Li Jin watched his watch, starting to time, wanting to see if Ye Qiu could really completely cure Xingru within ten minutes.

Now inside the sickroom, only Ye Qiu and Xingru on the sickbed were left.

Xingru had already woken up but hadn’t spoken a word because she was wearing an oxygen mask; she had heard everything Ye Qiu, Li Jin, and her parents were saying.

Now Ye Qiu turned off the oxygen machine, removed the mask Xingru was wearing, and her breathing immediately became more rapid and her face color turned increasingly worse.

Ye Qiu then sat on the bed, half-lifted Xingru up, and then unbuttoned the hospital gown she was wearing.

Xingru, seeing Ye Qiu’s actions, wanted to struggle but found herself utterly without strength to do so, instead, her gasping became even more rapid and severe.