Courtyard House: Wudang Disciple Sweeps Through the Compound

"Really? Thank you so much! Little miracle doctor, you're like a living Bodhisattva!" The middle-aged woman cried tears of joy, expressing her gratitude to Chen Wenqi once again.

After the miraculous rescue she had just received, she now worshipped Chen Wenqi as an omnipotent deity.

Chen Wenqi took out a small notebook and a pen from his pocket, quickly wrote down a prescription, and handed it to the middle-aged woman.

At the same time, he carefully instructed, "Some of the herbs in this prescription are a little more expensive. Just get the medicine according to the prescription."

"Take one dose daily, simmering it in three bowls of water until reduced to one bowl. It is most effective when taken warm before bedtime."

"Okay, okay, I've got it all! Thank you so much, little miracle doctor!" The middle-aged woman carefully took the prescription, clutching it tightly in her palm as if it were a life-saving elixir.

She then asked curiously, "By the way, little miracle doctor, I still don't know your name? Are you a doctor at this military hospital?"

Chen Wenqi shook his head and said calmly, "My name is Chen Wenqi. I am currently in junior high school and I am not a doctor at this hospital. Please don't misunderstand."

He had a very bad impression of this military hospital, and he would feel ashamed if someone mistook him for a doctor there.

The previously silent Dr. Wang, upon hearing Chen Wenqi say he wasn't a doctor, seemed to have suddenly grasped at a straw. He immediately jumped out excitedly and shouted, "You're not a doctor? Then what are you doing here causing trouble!"

"What you're doing constitutes practicing medicine without a license, which violates laws and regulations, are you aware of that?"

Chen Wenqi rolled his eyes and retorted without hesitation, "So, you mean you just want to watch this patient, who's still breathing, be carelessly sent to the morgue by an incompetent doctor like yourself, and then you can walk away with a clear conscience, right?"

"Is it because I saved the patient that you'll be punished for misdiagnosing them, and that's why you're so angry and resentful towards me?"

"In your eyes, is your own future and whether you will be punished more important than the patient's life?"

"Does someone as unethical as you deserve to be called a doctor?"

"You...you..." Dr. Wang was rendered speechless by Chen Wenqi's series of sharp questions.

Only then did he realize that he had been too excited and had inadvertently revealed his true thoughts.

Seeing this, the middle-aged woman looked at Dr. Wang with icy eyes and said, word by word, "You are Dr. Wang, right? I will report this matter to your hospital director in detail."

Upon hearing this, Dr. Wang instantly fell into despair.

He knew very well that if the hospital director found out about this, he would at least receive a severe administrative penalty, and in the worst case, he could be fired from the hospital and lose his secure job.

All this trouble was caused by Chen Wenqi's meddling; otherwise, the current situation would never have occurred.

Just as tensions were rising, the door to a VIP ward next door suddenly opened.

Several people wearing white coats, who looked like experts, came out of the ward.

One of the elderly men, with gray hair, frowned and glanced down the corridor. He asked with displeasure, "What's all this noise outside? Don't you know this is a VIP ward? Doesn't it disturb the patients' rest?"

The middle-aged woman looked up and saw that among the people who came out was Director Chen of the hospital.

She immediately felt reassured, as if she had found a pillar of support, and stepped forward, saying, "Dean Chen, you've come at the perfect time! You must stand up for us!"

Immediately afterwards, she recounted everything that had just happened to Dean Chen from beginning to end.

Her account was very detailed, without omitting any crucial details.

The more Dean Chen listened, the more shocked he became.

After the middle-aged woman finished speaking, he immediately turned his gaze to Chen Wenqi, who was standing to the side.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

Dean Chen strode up to Chen Wenqi and asked urgently, "Young comrade, was it really you who used acupuncture to revive Director Zhang, who had been declared dead?"

At this moment, Dean Chen had no time to focus on the issue of Dr. Wang's misdiagnosis.

All his attention was focused on Chen Wenqi.

This is a true miracle!

Even in the entire history of medicine, such a miracle is extremely rare!

The boy in front of me looks to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, not yet an adult.

It's truly astonishing that he possesses such superb medical skills.

Chen Wenqi nodded neither humbly nor arrogantly, acknowledging the matter.

He explained, "The patient was only breathing very weakly and was in a state of apparent death, not actual death."

"I stimulated his key meridians with acupuncture, which activated his damaged cardiopulmonary function and naturally saved him."

After hearing Chen Wenqi's explanation, Dean Chen was even more shocked.

This young man has such a profound and thorough understanding of the principles of traditional Chinese medicine.

He must come from a family of doctors who have practiced medicine for generations to have such extraordinary skills.

He couldn't help but ask again, "Young man, are you a doctor at our military hospital, or a student at some medical school?"

Chen Wenqi shook his head and said calmly, "No, I just happened to be passing by."

Upon seeing this, Chang Xu, who was standing to the side, quickly stepped forward.

He respectfully said to Dean Chen, "Sir, I specially invited Brother Chen Wenqi to treat your illness."

"Don't underestimate him just because he's young; his medical skills are truly exceptional. He's a genuine miracle doctor!"

Dean Chen's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this.

He quickly looked at Chen Wenqi again, his tone filled with anticipation, and asked, "Really? Young comrade, are you really confident you can cure the old commander's illness?"

Unexpectedly, Chen Wenqi shook his head and refused the offer.

He said to Chang Xu, "Forget it, Brother Chang, I won't treat this illness."

When Chang Xu saw this, his face turned pale with fright.

He quickly reached out and grabbed Chen Wenqi's arm, saying anxiously, "Brother, you can't say such things! I'm begging you, please help us save the old commander!"

He knew better than anyone else that if Chen Wenqi turned and left now, the old commander would truly have no hope left.

Seeing Chang Xu's extremely anxious appearance, Chen Wenqi said helplessly, "Brother Chang, this is not your fault. I didn't mean to blame you."

"When I was learning medicine from a young age, my master taught me a principle: a doctor should have a benevolent heart, but a doctor will never beg others to treat their illnesses."

"If I stay here to receive treatment, people will only think that I am trying to curry favor with the powerful and wealthy, deliberately trying to gain benefits from it."

"I, Chen Wenqi, can't afford to lose face like that."

After hearing Chen Wenqi's words, everyone present immediately understood why he refused to receive treatment.

Everyone turned their attention to the middle-aged soldier who had spoken rudely to Chen Wenqi earlier.

Chang Xu immediately realized that the problem lay with Staff Officer Yang.

He quickly turned to look at the middle-aged soldier, his eyes filled with urgency and pleading: "This... Staff Officer Yang, what do you think about this..."

The middle-aged soldier, Yang Weiguo, was only now fully recovering from the shock of Chen Wenqi saving people with his golden needles.

He knew very well that the authoritative experts, including Dean Chen, had been helpless in treating his father's condition.

Now, the father's only hope rests on Chen Wenqi.

To save his father, he no longer cared about his status or face.

He immediately stepped forward, bowed deeply to Chen Wenqi, and sincerely expressed his apology.

Revised plot of the miracle doctor's rescue

Yang Weiguo said with utmost sincerity, "Young comrade, I was blind to your greatness just now, and my words were very offensive. I sincerely apologize to you here."

"Please, you must save my father!"

"I'll do anything you ask if you can bring my father back from the brink of death."

"Even if it means going through fire and water, I, Yang Weiguo, will never flinch or back down!"

Seeing Yang Weiguo's sincere attitude in admitting his mistake, and considering that the matter involved a precious human life, Chen Wenqi decided not to pursue the unpleasant incident any further.

His tense expression gradually relaxed.

Chen Wenqi nodded slightly and replied, "Alright, seeing how sincere you are, I'll go with you to check on your father's condition."

"However, I must make it clear to you first that I do not have any so-called medical practice qualification certificate."

"If anyone uses this to their advantage and accuses me of practicing medicine without a license, I will absolutely not admit it and will not bear any responsibility related to it."

Yang Weiguo hurriedly waved his hand vigorously, assuring him urgently, "No, there definitely won't be any problems!"

"In the event of any unforeseen circumstances, I will take full responsibility and will never implicate you."

Seeing this, the hospital director immediately promised Chen Wenqi, "Young comrade, you can use your medical skills to save lives with complete peace of mind."

"If you can successfully save the old commander, I will personally handle your medical license application and ensure there are no problems."

After hearing this, Chen Wenqi nodded slightly and replied, "Okay, you said it yourself, I'll keep it in mind."

"However, I need to see the patient's specific condition in person before I can determine the final treatment plan."

Dean Chen quickly replied, "There's no time to lose, let's go to the ward now."