Dashing Student

Watching Chen Nan taking out the silver needles, a middle-aged man named Wang Guodong hurriedly said, "Young man, what are you doing?"

Chen Nan looked up at him, his eyes treating him as if he were a fool, "I’ve already taken out the silver needles, what do you think I’m going to do?"

Wang Guodong said angrily, "Do you understand medicine before you recklessly stick needles? Do you even know what Mr. Lu’s condition is?"

"Do you realize that if something really goes wrong, you will have to bear the consequences?"

Several people beside them nodded in agreement.

They could see that Chen Nan was trying to treat Mr. Lu by acupuncture.

However,

they did not really believe in traditional Chinese medicine.

They were even more skeptical that this young man had any medical expertise.

And since they were all witnesses, if they did not stop Chen Nan and something happened to Mr. Lu, they would also be to blame.

Liu Hanyan’s voice rang out, "I believe in his medical skills."

Even so,

no one else made a statement.

Even if Liu Hanyan believed in Chen Nan, they did not.

"I have already called 120. Let’s wait for the ambulance to arrive. I’m worried that Mr. Lu won’t survive your ’treatment’ and end up dead!" said a fat middle-aged man.

Their attitude was clear, they did not want Chen Nan to treat Mr. Lu.

"Come here, come and look at the patient’s eyes!" Chen Nan pried open the patient’s eyelids, only to see that his pupils were already bloodshot, looking terrifying, as if the eyeballs could burst at any moment.

"Do you know what this means?" Chen Nan looked at them and said, "I know you mean well, whether it’s for you or for me, if anything really happens to the patient in my care, we all are to blame."

"But the issue is, the patient has had a sudden brain hemorrhage which is now pressuring his eyeballs. If we do not treat him right away, if we talk for three more minutes, the patient will be dead."

"By that time, are you sure that the patient should be sent to the hospital instead of the morgue?"

Everyone was at a loss for words.

Even though what Chen Nan said made sense, they still did not believe that a green youth had enough medical skill to cure a critical brain hemorrhage patient.

Chen Nan turned to the fat middle-aged man, "Do you have severe fatty liver? And also suffer from insomnia and frequent nightmares? Do you often wake up at night, thirsty with a dry mouth and tongue?"

The middle-aged man’s pupils trembled violently, his eyes revealing deep shock.

He had not expected

Chen Nan to deduce his health condition just by looking at him.

This gave him a chilling sensation.

Because he had just had a medical check-up the day before, and the results were exactly as Chen Nan described.

Without waiting for a response, Chen Nan looked at Wang Guodong and asked, "Do you feel a bit weak?"

"Am I weak?" Wang Guodong’s face turned pale.

No man likes to admit he’s weak.

Yet,

facing Chen Nan’s profound pupils, he lacked the confidence to contradict.

Because he was indeed weak.

Chen Nan then turned to an elderly man in his sixties and said, "Old man, you should smoke less and go to the hospital for a check-up when you have time."

Saying this, he ignored the objections of the crowd and, after a simple disinfection, inserted the silver needles into Mr. Lu’s skull.

In fact, for Wang Guodong and the others, if they really wanted to stop Chen Nan, they could have easily thrown him out of the villa with their combined strength.

But they did not do so, because Chen Nan had proven his medical skill with just a few sentences moments ago.

At that moment,

they no longer questioned Chen Nan’s ability.

By his side, Liu Hanyan’s beautiful eyes revealed a look of admiration. She had never imagined Chen Nan’s medical skills were so magical, having subdued these people with just a few words.

Keep in mind that these were prominent figures in Jizhou’s business community, each with billions in wealth.

"This is indeed an interesting young fellow!" Liu Hanyan thought to herself with joy, a captivating smile spreading across her face.

If previously her being with Chen Nan for that sort of thing was for recovery, a product of desire,

then at this time, she was truly attracted by Chen Nan’s capabilities.

Time slowly passed.

The scene was as silent as death itself.

Even the brown hound didn’t make any noise; the quietness was so intense it generated an invisible pressure.

Eventually,

Chen Nan removed the silver needles from Mr. Lu’s head.

And at the moment the silver needles were removed, strands of crimson blood gushed out.

People didn’t understand what had happened.

However,

they could see changes on Mr. Lu’s face.

His complexion, previously sallow and devoid of any sign of circulation, began to visibly flush with color as the blood flowed out.

Chen Nan pried open Mr. Lu’s eyelids and saw the blood vessels clearing—he then let out a sigh of relief.

"Young brother, you are simply a miracle doctor!" Wang Guodong exclaimed enthusiastically, his eyes brimming with fervent admiration.

The middle-aged man of large build named Meng Tao had an equally eager expression: "We have been blind to a master under heaven, not expecting such a young man to possess life-saving medical skills."

The old man couldn’t help but sigh, "I used to think that most traditional Chinese medicine was a deception, only now have I realized how short-sighted I was."

His name was Niu Decheng, a retired teacher whose son had done well for himself and bought him a villa here for his retirement.

Chen Nan smiled and said, "Miracle doctor is an overstatement, mainly Mr. Lu suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage causing intracranial pressure. As long as the congestion in his brain was released in time, it wouldn’t threaten his life."

Although he described it lightly, everyone knew it was not so simple.

He was able to diagnose Mr. Lu’s condition at a glance and thought of countermeasures, carrying out effective treatment.

Just this alone was not something an ordinary person could accomplish; not even some so-called veteran practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine might measure up to him.

Especially his decisiveness and boldness in acupuncture were something even they could not help but acknowledge.

Time slowly passed.

About ten minutes later,

Mr. Lu, who had been in a comatose state, slowly opened his weary eyes, filled with confusion, not knowing what had happened.

Niu Decheng said with a smile, "Brother Lu, you were fortunate to have a brush with death and meet this miracle doctor. He saved your life, or else you’d be reporting to the underworld!"

Though Mr. Lu was very weak, the look he gave Chen Nan was filled with gratitude, thanks to Niu Decheng’s reminder.

Only then did he recall what had happened previously: he felt thirsty, intending to call the maid for a glass of water.

After calling out a few times without response, he decided to get up and pour the water himself.

But as soon as he stood up, he felt the world spinning, his body uncontrollably falling to the floor.

Just then,

a roar came from outside: "Who are you people? Who let you in? Do you realize that breaking into a home is illegal?"