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Jiang Muyan was slightly taken aback when she heard Jin Yanming's words, but she quickly realized that Fu Moxuan must have mentioned to Jin Yanming in advance that he wanted to take the medical license exam.

She looked at the doctors in white coats, smiled, and nodded her thanks: "Thank you, Dr. Jin, and thank you all for your guidance!"

"We're the ones who should be thanking you!" The head of internal medicine waved his hand with a smile, his eyes full of appreciation as he looked at Jiang Muyan. "Girl, how about you come work at our hospital if you pass the assessment?"

With these senior hospital staff acting as guarantors, Jiang Muyan could stay at their hospital without any problem as long as she nodded.

Jiang Muyan hesitated upon hearing this. In this hospital, she could undoubtedly save more people and gain more merit. However, thinking about what she had seen in the face of the male educated youth in the educated youth compound, she decided to choose Wanshan Brigade.

Just as she was thinking about how to refuse this kindness, the patient's family members gathered around.

Among the crowd was the middle-aged man who had been shouting the loudest when Jiang Muyan tried to stop them from entering the operating room.

He strode forward and bowed deeply to Jiang Muyan, his voice filled with remorse and gratitude.

"Young lady, thank you for saving my son's life! I was confused just now and spoke rashly. I'm so sorry, so very sorry!"

He had thought the girl was inconsiderate for not being a doctor and for blocking everyone from entering the operating room, but after hearing the doctors explain in detail, he realized that it was this young girl who had saved his son's life.

Jiang Muyan quickly stepped aside to avoid bowing, shaking her head with a smile:

"You don't need to be so polite. The real professional treatment still depends on the efforts of the doctors."

But the family members wouldn't listen and kept thanking her, making Jiang Muyan feel a little helpless.

Jin Yanming, noticing her embarrassment, quickly stepped in to smooth things over, smiling as he said to the family members:

"Dear family members, thank you for your understanding. The patient has just been out of danger but still needs close monitoring. Perhaps we could have our doctor explain the key points of follow-up care?"

As he spoke, he gave a wink to one of his assistant doctors. The young doctor understood immediately and led the family members to the lounge next to him.

Jiang Muyan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Jin Yanming smiled at her and said, "Comrade Jiang, let's go find Mo Xuan."

Jiang Muyan nodded and followed Jin Yanming toward the examination room.

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When they arrived at the examination room, Fu Moxuan was not there. Jiang Muyan was about to turn around and go out to look for him when she happened to see Fu Moxuan walking quickly from the other end of the corridor.

When Fu Moxuan saw Jiang Muyan, his tense brows relaxed slightly, clearly relieved. Just now, when Jin Yanming went to the emergency room, he left him here to undergo a series of tests. As soon as they were finished, he went to Jin Yanming's office to find Jiang Muyan, only to find that she was not there.

"Mo Xuan, I just heard from the doctors that you've finished your checkup?" Jin Yanming said with a smile when he saw Fu Mo Xuan.

"Yes, Uncle Jin!"

"You went to see Comrade Jiang?" Jin Yanming joked.

Fu Moxuan did not answer, but instead cast his gaze at Jiang Muyan.

Jin Yanming continued:

"You have no idea, Comrade Jiang just did something really big!"

He didn't keep anyone in suspense, and briefly recounted how Jiang Muyan had used silver needles to help stop the bleeding and save lives. Upon hearing this, Fu Moxuan's lips unconsciously curled up, his eyes filled with pride.

Jiang Muyan, standing to the side, seemed a little embarrassed.

"Dr. Jin, you flatter me. I only have a superficial understanding of acupuncture."

"Everyone has their own expertise. Having such a superb skill is enough to benefit many people!" Jin Yanming praised with a smile.

After the three talked for a while, Jin Yanming smiled and looked at Fu Moxuan:

"Come on, let's go see your test results."

The three entered the examination room, and the results were just as Jiang Muyan had expected—all the test results showed that Fu Moxuan's wound was normal.

Jin Yanming frowned slightly, his face full of doubt: There must be a reason why the wound is not healing for so long. Why can't we find out?

Fu Moxuan remained calm; he had experienced this "everything is normal" outcome many times before.

"Uncle Jin, I've always suspected that I've been poisoned by some kind of toxin, but the current medical conditions can't detect it." Fu Moxuan's tone was calm, but he couldn't hide a hint of helplessness.

Jin Yanming sighed and offered gentle words of comfort:

"I also suspect it's some kind of rare toxin, but our equipment here isn't up to par and we can't detect it. So, I'll ask someone to contact a few old classmates and see if they've seen anything similar."

Fu Moxuan nodded his thanks, though he didn't have high hopes, his tone remained respectful:

"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Jin. No matter the outcome, I appreciate your concern."

"Why are you being so polite with me? I've known your father for decades, it's only right that I help you." Jin Yanming patted his shoulder.

The three chatted for a few more minutes before saying goodbye to Jin Yanming, who had to return to his office to see patients, and then left the hospital.

Stepping out of the hospital, it was still early before lunchtime. Fu Moxuan looked at Jiang Muyan and softly suggested:

"Would you like to wander around? Is there anything else you need to buy?"

Jiang Muyan thought of the ginseng she had dug up a couple of days ago and nodded with a smile: "I'd like to go to a traditional Chinese medicine shop to take a look."

"good!"

Fu Moxuan agreed to accompany them. Neither of them were familiar with the roads in the county town, so they wandered around slowly. About half an hour later, they found a traditional Chinese medicine shop in a secluded corner.

The shop was quiet, with no other customers. As soon as the two stepped inside, a middle-aged man in a dark blue cotton shirt approached from behind the counter and politely asked, "Are you two here to get medicine?"

Jiang Muyan shook her head: "Excuse me, do you buy ginseng here?"

"Ginseng?" The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then nodded. "I'll take it, but I need to check its quality and age first."

Jiang Muyan nodded, and using her handbag as cover, took out the wild ginseng from her mustard seed bag.

The mustard seed bag has an excellent preservation effect; when the ginseng is taken out, it still carries the damp smell of the soil, as if it had just been dug out of the ground.

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "This ginseng is so well preserved!"

What shocked him even more was the quality of the ginseng—he hadn't seen such a complete, plump wild ginseng with a warm, lustrous sheen in years. The middle-aged man suppressed his excitement and quickly walked out from behind the counter, clutching a small magnifying glass in his hand, afraid of misjudging it.

He carefully lifted the ginseng, his fingertips trembling slightly. The magnifying glass slowly moved down along the rhizome, revealing the fine, spiraling horizontal lines, and then catching a glimpse of the distinct pearl-like dots on the rootlets. Finally, it landed on the thick, plump ginseng body, and he couldn't help but gasp.