Chapter 202 — Guan Xuemin's Disciple
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Of course, it couldn't be ruled out that in an emergency, when no proper acupuncture needles were at hand, some grandmaster-level TCM luminaries might resort to other kinds of needles to treat a patient.
But that demanded rock-solid experience and skill, as well as extremely strict control over the force in one's hands. Insert too deeply or too shallowly, and not only would there be no therapeutic effect—it could even trigger adverse side effects.
"This is sheer recklessness! Who did it?" The doctor flew into a rage, pointing at Wei Zhao. "Was it you? You can't just mess around in a hospital. What if something happens to the patient? Won't our hospital be held liable? Xiao Wang, call the police!"
Fuming with anger, the doctor ordered the nurse behind him.
"Oh..." The nurse nodded and went to telephone the police.
Wei Zhao did know some people at the police station, but he had no desire to blow the matter out of proportion. Besides, given Kang Xiaobo's current state, Wei Zhao might well have to lend a hand in Xiaofen's treatment down the road. So, to settle things once and for all, he said to the doctor, "I'm not messing around. I'm a disciple of Guan Xuemin!"
"Who is Guan Xuemin? What? The TCM master Guan Xuemin?" It suddenly hit the doctor who Guan Xuemin was, and he gaped at Wei Zhao in astonishment.
As a graduate of Songshan Medical University himself, he naturally knew that Guan Xuemin was a titan of the traditional Chinese medicine world. Back when he was in school, whether they studied TCM or Western medicine, every student considered it an honor just to sit in on one of Guan Xuemin's lectures.
If the man before him truly was Guan Xuemin's disciple, then using that kind of needle for acupuncture wasn't so strange after all—special circumstances called for special measures.
Wei Zhao nodded. "If you don't believe me, I can call him right now."
Seeing Wei Zhao's earnest, confident look—and he didn't appear to be lying—and having already checked Lan Fen's condition, which was in no way critical, merely a deep sleep, the doctor found himself half believing Wei Zhao.
"You're really a disciple of Dr. Guan?" the doctor asked.
"I'll just make the call." With that, Wei Zhao took out his phone and dialed the number Guan Xuemin had left him. To ensure he could still have a hand in Xiaofen's treatment later, Wei Zhao had no choice but to invoke the heavyweight name of Guan Xuemin.
Guan Xuemin had just finished inserting the last needle into Liu Zhenhu when the phone rang on his desk. He frowned. He had made it very clear to his friends—whether they came seeking medical help or were colleagues in the medical field—that they must not call between nine and eleven in the morning, because that was his treatment time.
Annoyed as he was, the needle session was already complete, so he picked up the receiver.
"Hello? This is Guan Xuemin." His tone was a touch cold.
"Grandpa Guan, it's Wei Zhao." Wei Zhao noticed the edge in Guan Xuemin's voice and was briefly taken aback.
"Ah... Mr. Lin!" Guan Xuemin's voice lifted with excitement the moment he recognized Wei Zhao. After Wei Zhao's last visit, Guan Xuemin had reaped tremendous benefits. For days he had been mulling over the prescriptions and case studies Wei Zhao had mentioned, and they had left him with a sense of sudden enlightenment.
Guan Xuemin had been wondering just how to invite Wei Zhao back for a second visit when the call came in on its own—a surprise and a delight.
"Grandpa Guan, I'm at the First People's Hospital. I need to give a patient acupuncture. I told them I'm your disciple, but the doctors here don't believe me... I'm sorry to trouble you—could you vouch for me?" Wei Zhao said.
"Disciple?" Guan Xuemin blinked. "Now that won't do. I should be your disciple instead!"