The aloof military doctor arrives at the unit, and the tough guy can't sit still.

Upon arriving at the ward, Li Zhou's limbs were stiff and rigid, his body was twitching uncontrollably, his mouth was slightly crooked, and his pupils had already rolled back.

"Quickly administer a sedative, and stuff a towel in his mouth so he doesn't bite off his tongue," Bai Xia said to the nurse beside her after glancing at him.

"Director Bai, what should we do then? My dad has had seizures several times in the past two days. We can't give him sedatives every time."

Sedatives contain sedative ingredients, and excessive use can easily lead to dependence, and in severe cases, withdrawal symptoms.

Li Zhou's son watched his father being injected with the same drug again, and he was extremely anxious, but he dared not show it too obviously, for fear of offending Bai Xia.

A hint of impatience flashed in Bai Xia's eyes. This was the kind of patient she disliked the most—dragging her feet, not charging her a single extra penny, yet constantly causing her trouble.

"That's just how his illness is, what can you do? When he has a seizure, he needs to be given a sedative."

Bai Xia's impatient tone also made Li Zhou's son very unhappy.

They paid money to see a doctor, not to pay money to be treated badly. And they think they have a reason for not being able to get a cure!

I should have let that intern see me.

The news of Xia Qiuran curing a tuberculosis patient spread like wildfire in the hospital, and Li Zhou's family naturally heard about it as well.

I never expected an intern to be so skilled. But it's too late now. After saying those things about him, how can I have the face to ask him for treatment now?

"But you haven't cured my dad's problem of being afraid of the cold either." Li Zhou's son's face turned cold.

"That's a chronic illness, how could it be cured in just a few days? Let's wait and see how it goes, stay in the hospital for another half month."

Bai Xia casually tossed out a sentence and was about to leave.

Xia Qiuran stepped forward, took his pulse, and quickly asked, "Director Bai, you haven't been giving him nutritional supplements these past few days, have you?"

"If you have qi and blood deficiency, what else can you drink if not nutritional supplements? Xia Qiuran, this is none of your business. Go and do your own thing."

Bai Xia turned her head and gave Xia Qiuran a warning look, but Xia Qiuran pretended not to see it and then asked about Li Zhou's son.

"Your father has been receiving tonifying treatments for so long without any improvement. Are you sure you want to continue this treatment plan?"

She is a doctor, not a saint. She did everything she could to create a qualification for herself to heal and save lives.

To prove that I am capable of saving lives, so that others will not mistakenly believe that I cannot treat patients because of my intern status.

Ultimately, however, it is the patient's right to choose who to treat them. She can only offer relatively professional advice, and she will not make the final decision for anyone on her own.

"I, I..."

Li Zhou's son was at a loss for what to do. Xia Qiuran's medical skills were indeed superb, but she was still an intern. If she couldn't cure his father this time, it would be said that he had hired an intern to treat his father because he was afraid of spending money, which led to his father's death.

They will bear the stigma of being unfilial for the rest of their lives.

Seeing that Li Zhou's son was still hesitant, Xia Qiuran did not press him, and slowly said.

"Your father suffers from bone cold syndrome and is too weak to tolerate tonics. He needs external medicated plasters and acupuncture to slowly expel the deep-seated cold from his bone marrow."

"You can think about it first, and come to my office anytime once you've made up your mind."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

"Wait, we've thought it through. We'll treat it the way you suggested."

Before Xia Qiuran could even step out the door, Li Zhou's wife spoke up first.

If her husband were alive, she would have someone to rely on; but now that he's gone, living with her son might not be as comfortable as living in her own home.

The old lady understood perfectly well that she should do everything she could to treat the patient, as long as there was even the slightest chance, and immediately made her decision.

"Madam, she's just an intern. Have you thought this through? This is the actual director of our hospital," another person behind Bai Xia said.

"So what if he's the director? All he does is give my wife sedatives."

The old lady glanced at Bai Xia and muttered to herself.

"I don't care who he is, as long as he can cure my wife's illness."

Bai Xia gripped the medical record tightly, wishing she could smash it to the ground.

Having lost the bet, Xia Qiuran was perfectly capable of taking over the treatment of the patient, and Bai Xia, no matter how angry she was, could only swallow her anger.

Meanwhile, people in the ward began to whisper among themselves, glancing at Bai Xia with strange and gossipy eyes.

It's as if to say, "Look, that's the director who lost a bet with the intern. He can't even compare to an intern, so how did he become a director?"

"Walk."

Bai Xia finally couldn't take it anymore, yelled at the person behind her, and then quickly walked out of the ward.

Xia Qiuran, who remained in the ward, was not idle either, and quickly began to carefully examine Li Zhou.

The illness has been delayed for too long, and treatment must be expedited.

...

Back in her office, Bai Xia couldn't hold back any longer. She closed the door and smashed a red enamel cup on the table.

Just then, one of his doctors walked in and witnessed the scene. He was so frightened that he didn't know whether to come in or leave.

"What is it? Speak!" Bai Xia roared.

"Director, the apology to Dr. Xia published in the newspaper is finished. Would you like to take a look?" the subordinate doctor said carefully, holding the notebook.

"What's the point of showing me this? Just write it and send it directly to the newspaper."

Bai Xia's face darkened further. To her, this apology statement was a disgrace, something she never wanted to see again in her life.

The doctor under his command quickly closed the door and left, as if Bai Xia would devour him if he lingered even a second longer.

The doctor was very efficient; the next day, the most widely circulated newspaper, Chunri, printed Bai Xia's apology statement.

The head of a prestigious hospital publicly apologized to an intern, admitting that he had underestimated the intern's medical skills and had used his position to suppress him.

This undoubtedly became the most discussed topic in the industry for a time.

When Bai Yunyun saw the newspaper, she thought the newspaper had printed it wrong, so she bought several more copies of the same newspaper to compare.

The final result was naturally perfect, with not a single punctuation mark out of place.

Xia Qiuran actually dared to make her aunt apologize; she's really asking for trouble.

Anxious to find out what had happened, Bai Yunyun immediately took leave and rushed to the First Hospital.