Stay Home Daddy: I Was Reborn After My Daughter Passed Away
Chapter 517: Five hundred twelve has actually healed!_1

Chapter 517: Five hundred twelve has actually healed!_1

The doctor walked to Mr. Gu Chen’s bedside, then slowly unraveled the bandages wrapped around his waist.

"No matter when, people must believe in science.

Though this Western medicine isn’t native to us, as long as it can save lives, it’s a good thing. I see you’re young, too—you can’t be so stubborn. You need to learn to accept new things.

Nowadays, society is in a phase of rapid development. If you can’t accept the new norms emerging in society, you’ll only be eliminated."

Somehow, he seemed to mistake Mr. Gu Chen for one of his interns.

And he began lecturing Mr. Gu Chen.

After speaking, he turned to the students. "Take note of these points; they’ll help you in life. They are the result of many years of experience from your teacher."

He also had the interns take notes on this speech, completely unrelated to medicine.

Those who knew thought he was teaching students, while those who didn’t might think he was preaching, insisting on taking notes about everything.

"Mr. Gu, I still hope you can accept reality sooner.

I believe that the technology for this surgery will only become more exquisite in the future, while traditional Chinese medicine will probably only remain in the books. This field is destined to become history."

"And let me tell you..."

Just as the doctor finished unpacking Mr. Gu Chen’s bandages, he saw the wound beneath and immediately stopped the words on the tip of his tongue.

He looked in astonishment at the scene before him; he felt as if he were dreaming, unable to believe what his eyes were seeing.

"How is this possible!" he exclaimed in shock.

His outcry also drew the attention of the interns, who curiously crowded around.

When they saw what was under the bandages, they were stunned at that instant.

If they weren’t mistaken, there was neither a wound nor any trace of stitching under the bandages.

Only a patch of flesh appeared to have newly grown, looking fresh, translucent, and jelly-like.

They were all dumbfounded because what happened did not correspond with the knowledge they had learned from books; it was utterly unrelated.

A phenomenon that could be called a medical miracle had occurred to Mr. Gu Chen.

This left the doctor unable to forget for a long time, unable to comprehend just what was happening.

"How did your flesh grow back! It’s completely impossible! I saw your treatment process from start to finish, your stitches were sewn by me. But why are there no marks now?

Could it be that I remembered wrong? Was it not the right side but the left?"

Even though he vividly remembered yesterday’s surgery, seeing the current situation made it very difficult for him to not doubt himself.

So at this point, he couldn’t help but wonder if he had made a mistake.

He then checked Mr. Gu Chen’s left abdomen. Compared to the right, the skin quality on the left didn’t seem as good, but it was still evident that it had never been injured, the skin tone and all were the same.

Which meant that he hadn’t remembered anything incorrectly—the surgery last night was performed on Mr. Gu Chen’s right abdomen.

But looking at the state of the right abdomen, he didn’t know what to say.

"What exactly is going on? Did someone remove your stitches last night? You didn’t remove them yourselves, did you?" he asked Mr. Gu Chen and Ji Pianran.

He felt that if he didn’t ask until everything was turned upside down, it would be a disservice to his professional career.

"Doctor, even after removing stitches, there would still be some marks at the beginning, but look at me now — do you see any trace of scarring on my body?" Mr. Gu said cheerfully.

What he said made a lot of sense, and the doctor understood the matter, but the reality before him was something he simply couldn’t believe.

"So, you’re saying that from last night when I operated on you until now, you’ve had no medication and no one else has performed any additional surgery on you, right? You came to the hospital yesterday, didn’t you? Am I confused—were you actually in the hospital last week? No, that’s not right, you must have been here last month, right? Otherwise, there’s no way this wound would have healed so quickly!"

Mr. Gu’s description left the doctor somewhat incoherent.

Gu Chen even doubted if the doctor could understand the messy things he had just said.

"I did take medicine. Before coming to the hospital, I’ve been drinking herbal medicine every day. At the same time, I also like to work out and such.

Perhaps it’s because I’ve been drinking a lot of Chinese medicine that the wound healed so quickly."

The other things he said were just Mr. Gu idly chatting away.

But the last sentence was true. When he woke up that morning, he felt a significant change in his right abdomen.

For one thing, when he touched it, Gu Chen could no longer feel any issue; the pain had disappeared completely.

The only problem at the time might have been a bit of itching at the wound site, making it hard to resist the urge to scratch.

Out of fear of the pain brought on by the ailment, Mr. Gu eventually endured it.

Once he felt a little better, he gently lifted the gauze to check the condition underneath.

Upon opening the bandage, Mr. Gu saw new flesh had already grown over the wound.

That’s why Mr. Gu was so confident just now, as if he had the upper hand over the doctor.

Of course, he also spoke the truth just now: he had never taken any medication, nor had he been sick anymore.

He suspected this was likely due to the Spiritual Spring — he had been in contact with it so much every day.

The Spiritual Spring was thus subtly transforming something inside his body.

After an unfortunate cut, a single sleep had made him so much better.

Such miraculous recovery ability brought both the doctor and the interns to a halt.

The interns stopped taking notes at this point, as if they had witnessed a tremendously significant ancient civilization miracle.

"Is traditional Chinese medicine really effective? But why haven’t I found any use for it in the books? If it’s so helpful, why not place it as a mandatory professional course for all students to learn — how great would that be."

Seeing that he was beginning to question himself, Mr. Gu didn’t continue teasing him.

"Maybe it’s just that I have a good physical condition, so after one night I fell asleep.

After waking up, the wound had already healed."

Mr. Gu somewhat perfunctorily addressed what exactly happened to his body.

But what was particularly interesting was that the standing doctor actually nodded his head.

And with that, a medical crisis was avoided — only in this way could it be proven that his profession hadn’t collapsed.

Western medicine was still that Western medicine, hailed by everyone as the profession of high income, high treatment, and high status!