As Chen Jiuyang and Zhang Jialong walked into the mansion, the guard announced, "Professor Li from Fengcheng Medical College, it's your turn."
Just then, Chen Jiuyang encountered Professor Li, with whom he had a bad history.
Professor Li stared at Chen Jiuyang and sneered, "Is this Zhu Mansion a place for a junior intern like you? Get out, don't disgrace Fengcheng Medical College."
Chen Jiuyang said indifferently, "Fortunately, I'm here. Otherwise, if a quack like you treated Elder Zhu, who knows what trouble would arise."
"Heh heh, I heard the Qiu family won't let you go and will give your professorship to me."
"You're not threatened by that, are you? Desperate, you're looking for a powerful patron to keep your position?"
"You scoundrel!" Professor Li's face turned ashen with anger. He flicked his sleeve, ignored Chen Jiuyang, and walked straight in.
Entering the main hall, he saw a middle-aged man sitting on a grand tutor chair. He exuded an imposing aura, naturally authoritative. Chen Jiuyang had seen him on television occasionally.
This was Zhu Jianjun, the business magnate of Fengcheng!
Zhang Jialong approached him and cupped his fists, saying, "Greetings, Second Master."
Chen Jiuyang observed Zhu Jianjun up close and noticed he also had hidden injuries that severely affected his ability to move vigorously, enough to end his military career.
Zhu Jianjun nodded slightly, "Jialong, you're here. Sit, have some tea."
Zhang Jialong didn't sit but introduced, "Second Master, this is the divine doctor of the Razor Legion for the past year. Because of him, our Razor Legion had no fallen soldiers in a year."
Zhu Jianjun's expression remained unchanged as he looked Chen Jiuyang over, "Is it really you?"
"Indeed," Chen Jiuyang nodded.
Zhu Jianjun said, "Before you see the Elder, you must pass my test. Let's see if you can diagnose my injuries."
Zhang Jialong couldn't help but feel nervous. Most doctors in Fengcheng had been dismissed after failing to pass Second Master's test. He didn't even know what the injury was.
He hoped Chen Jiuyang could pass Second Master's test.
Chen Jiuyang said calmly, "I've already seen it. Second Master has three injuries."
Zhu Jianjun's expression shifted slightly, "Elaborate."
Chen Jiuyang stated, "The first injury is to your leg, which prevents you from standing for long. That's why you, a former soldier, need to sit to receive guests."
Zhu Jianjun nodded slightly, "Correct. I still have two steel plates in my leg. Continue."
"The second injury is to your cervical spine, likely from a gunshot. The bullet hit your cervical spine, causing you to have poor control over your facial expressions, commonly known as facial paralysis."
This time, Zhu Jianjun was genuinely surprised, "Go on."
"The third injury is likely to your shoulder, making it difficult for you to properly wield weapons or firearms."
Zhu Jianjun stood up and cupped his fists to Chen Jiuyang, "Truly a divine doctor. Greetings, sir."
"I've only heard of the divine doctor of the Razor Legion, but the legion's information is too classified. Moreover, my father has retired, and I cannot break the legion's rules. Otherwise, I would have invited you long ago."
Chen Jiuyang replied, "Second Master, there's no need to be so polite. We all owe Elder Zhu a debt of gratitude. I've come today specifically to check on Elder Zhu's condition."
Zhu Jianjun nodded, "Please, come inside."
Chen Jiuyang said, "After I've seen Elder Zhu, I'll treat your hidden injuries, Second Master."
Surprise and joy flickered in Zhu Jianjun's eyes, "Sir, you mean my injuries can be treated?"
"Yes, please wait for me," Chen Jiuyang nodded.
With that, Chen Jiuyang and Zhang Jialong walked into the backyard.
Zhu Jianjun then turned to Professor Li, "Mr. Chen has just identified the three hidden injuries on my person. Tell me, how can they be treated?"
Professor Li's forehead broke out in a cold sweat. He stammered, "Mr. Zhu, your injuries are chronic and require rest to recover."
Zhu Jianjun frowned, "A quack, and you want to treat my father? Get him out!"
Professor Li was immediately dragged out by two guards.
Zhu Jianjun then followed into the inner courtyard.
Chen Jiuyang and Zhang Jialong walked in. In the backyard, an old man lay on a hospital bed. His body was emaciated, his eyelids sunken, his hair and beard white. He wore an oxygen mask, connected to various advanced instruments, with a very low pulse and extremely weak breathing.
Several doctors were discussing how to treat Elder Zhu.
An old doctor, after checking the data, said, "Elder Zhu's time is near. We can use thousand-year-old ginseng to prolong his life."
"I think Elder Zhu has too many hidden injuries. We should use Staphylococcus aureus to boost his immunity and resistance."
"No, no, the priority is to administer IV fluids to clear Elder Zhu's consciousness and then proceed with dietary therapy."
"Then let's organize it. First, use thousand-year-old ginseng to sustain Elder Zhu's life, then inject Staphylococcus aureus to improve his physique, and finally, use dietary therapy."
"How about that?"
"I think it's acceptable."
The doctors present were all elderly, with one foot in the grave, and they had all passed Zhu Jianjun's hidden injury test. Therefore, Zhu Jianjun trusted their medical skills.
Chen Jiuyang frowned and said coldly, "Nonsense. If you proceed as you planned, Elder Zhu will immediately suffer from excessive internal heat and lose his life."
The old doctor who made the decision looked at Chen Jiuyang and said sternly, "Do you have a better method to treat Elder Zhu?"
"Who are you? So young, you probably haven't even grown all your hair, and you dare to question our medical expertise?"
"Second Master, who invited this doctor? He's so disrespectful. Is it his place to speak here?"
Zhu Jianjun frowned, "I specifically invited Mr. Chen. Since you doctors haven't made a decision, why not let Mr. Chen take a look first."
The doctors all...
Chen Jiuyang walked to Elder Zhu's bedside, placed a hand on his pulse, and then unleashed his divine sense. All information about Elder Zhu flooded into Chen Jiuyang's mind.
Chen Jiuyang frowned slightly, "How long has Elder Zhu been unconscious?"
Zhu Jianjun replied, "My father has been unconscious for three days."
Chen Jiuyang's frown relaxed, "That makes it easier."
"Elder Zhu's body is indeed weak, and he does require dietary therapy and tonics."
The doctors present immediately began to mock him:
"I thought you'd say something new. Isn't it the same conclusion as ours?"
"Indeed, if we follow our method, it will be much easier as long as Elder Zhu wakes up."
Chen Jiuyang retorted, "Shut up! I said Elder Zhu's body is weak, but I didn't say his time is near!"
"As for waking Elder Zhu up, do you have confidence?"
"If something goes wrong with your methods, can you bear the responsibility?"
Everyone exchanged glances, none daring to retort, and immediately became like turtles retracting their heads.
The doctor who had mocked Chen Jiuyang earlier asked, "Do you have a way to wake Elder Zhu up?"
Chen Jiuyang replied, "Then watch closely."
Everyone looked skeptical. They, the top doctors in Fengcheng, had no way to wake Elder Zhu up. Could you, a young man, do it?
Who would believe it?