Chapter 793: Young Genius

Chapter 793: Chapter 793: Young Genius

Just giving verbal instructions was merely "medical advice" between friends. Whether or how it would actually be used remained the responsibility of the attending doctor at the Medical Affiliated Hospital. If Li Xu had actually written and stamped a formal prescription for him to take back, who would end up taking the blame if the old man had an unexpected accident at the hospital for completely unrelated reasons? It would be impossible to clear his name. Li Xu had no intention of inviting such unwarranted trouble.

Jiang Guojun walked to the emergency hall, borrowed a pen and paper from the nurse’s station, and quickly jotted down the prescription and dosages Li Xu had just mentioned from memory: Ginseng, Atractylodes, dried ginger, and baked licorice.

At the time, Li Xu had purposefully repeated it twice so Jiang Guojun could memorize the exact dosages and herbal combinations.

"This prescription definitely still needs to be checked by an expert at the Medical Affiliated Hospital before it can be used," Jiang Guojun thought to himself as he tucked the slip of paper into his pocket. He certainly didn’t have the guts to casually brew traditional Chinese medicine for his father to drink. After all, his elderly father was a high-risk patient who had only been off the ventilator for a few days, making his condition quite complicated.

In a high-end cafe in Feng City.

Ju Jiahong was wearing a Bluetooth earpiece, talking to someone on the phone.

"...That’s roughly the situation."

The person calling him was the young man who had driven the Mercedes-Benz and hit the elderly man that day—Zhang Ze.

"The patient was taken off the ventilator the day before yesterday and transferred out of the ICU. He’s currently admitted in the observation room of the emergency department at the Medical Affiliated Hospital. However, I heard his recovery hasn’t been great. The old man keeps complaining of pain and refuses to eat. I’d like to trouble you, Dr. Ju, to go take a look. See if you can use some premium medicine to help him recover quickly and get discharged. I’m afraid that if this drags on for too long, unexpected complications might arise."

"You’re too polite, President Zhang. We’re old friends; your business is my business," Ju Jiahong replied with a smile as he took a sip of his coffee. "I happen to be off duty today with nothing going on, so I’ll drive over to the Medical Affiliated Hospital and see what’s happening. I’m very familiar with Director Shi of their emergency department, so I still have some influence there."

"Thank you for your hard work, Dr. Ju. I’ll play host tonight and treat you to dinner at the Feng City Hotel. It’s been a long time since we got together," Zhang Ze generously promised over the phone.

Zhang Ze was the young man who had been driving that day. During the emergency treatment and rescue of Jiang Guojun’s father at the Medical Affiliated Hospital, Zhang Ze had been secretly keeping an eye on the situation. After all, he had hit a man in his sixties. If the man actually died in the hospital due to some unexpected complication, Zhang Ze wouldn’t be able to afford the compensation even if he went bankrupt. He might even face criminal charges.

Upon learning that the patient was out of danger and had been transferred to a regular ward, Zhang Ze’s hanging heart settled halfway, but he was still anxious for the old man to quickly recover so the case could be closed. Thus, he sought out his connections, namely this doctor, Ju Jiahong.

Ju Jiahong was no ordinary person. He was the Deputy Director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department at another top-tier hospital in Feng City—City First People’s Hospital.

Furthermore, Ju Jiahong was only thirty-eight years old this year. Before turning forty, he had already obtained a full senior professional title, published multiple papers in core medical journals, and had been awarded the provincial title of "Outstanding Young Doctor of Traditional Chinese Medicine." Looking across the national medical system, such a resume was exceedingly rare.

Typically, by the time a medical student graduated with their bachelor’s and master’s degrees, they were already twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. After undergoing standardized residency training and passing the attending physician exam, they would be in their early thirties by the time they received their attending title. Moving further up to be evaluated for an associate senior or a full senior title required not only enduring the test of time and passing foreign language and computer exams, but also possessing hardcore scientific research achievements and clinical data. Each step was a fiercely competitive gauntlet.

To attain the title of chief physician at Ju Jiahong’s age meant that not only had every step of his career been extremely smooth without the slightest hurdle, but it also proved he possessed extraordinary talent and an incredibly solid academic background. Youth was his greatest asset; youth meant infinite potential, making his future achievements boundless.

Half an hour later.

In the emergency department director’s office at the Medical Affiliated Hospital.

"Oh my, welcome to our department, Director Ju."

Upon seeing Ju Jiahong push open the door, Shi Haoping, the Deputy Director of the emergency department, immediately put down the medical record in his hands and greeted him with a face full of smiles and an incredibly polite attitude. Although Shi Haoping was already fifty years old and an associate chief physician himself, the actual prestige behind the "Director" titles held by him and Ju Jiahong were worlds apart.

One was an old, hardworking ox of the emergency room who had painstakingly ground out his seniority, while the other was a rising star of academic traditional Chinese medicine with a limitless future! In the medical circle, professional titles represented an absolute class hierarchy.

"You’re too polite, Director Shi," Ju Jiahong replied. Though he possessed an inherent arrogance in his bones, he maintained a modest smile on his face. "I happen to have the day off today, so I was entrusted by a friend to come and check on the elderly man with the rib fractures in bed 16 of your department. I heard his recovery is a bit slow?"

"Oh, if Director Ju is personally coming for a consultation, then the patient will definitely be cured in no time!" Shi Haoping hurriedly flattered him. Although Shi Haoping practiced Western medicine, he knew that Ju Jiahong was highly skilled in postoperative recovery and conditioning using traditional Chinese medicine. "Come, come, come, I’ll take you to the ward right now."

As he spoke, Shi Haoping led Ju Jiahong to the ward in the observation room.

At this moment, Jiang Guojun had just returned from the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. He was pouring hot water into a thermos while quietly discussing his visit to see Li Xu with his wife, trying to figure out how to approach the attending doctor.

"Director Shi, you’re here for ward rounds." Seeing Shi Haoping and a young doctor in casual clothes walk in, Jiang Guojun hurriedly set down the thermos and stood up to greet them.

"Old Jiang, let me introduce you." Shi Haoping smiled and pointed to Ju Jiahong beside him. "This is Director Ju Jiahong from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department of our City First People’s Hospital. Director Ju is the youngest chief physician in our province and a leading expert in the field of TCM with exceptionally high skills. He happens to be free today, so I specifically invited him over to hold a consultation for your father and help condition his body."

Hearing that this unbelievably young doctor was actually the youngest chief physician in the province, Jiang Guojun and his wife immediately felt a profound sense of awe and respect.

"Director Ju, hello, hello! Thank you so much for taking the trouble to come all this way." Jiang Guojun quickly gave up his seat, unconsciously shoving the slip of paper bearing the prescription Li Xu had given him deeper into his pocket. After all, the person standing before him was a bona fide "top-tier expert," and one who had been personally escorted by Director Shi himself.

Ju Jiahong was thirty-eight, but because he took excellent care of himself, he had a fair complexion. Wearing rimless glasses, he looked to be less than thirty-five. However, the title of "Chief Physician of Renmin Hospital" was an absolute gold standard in Feng City’s medical circles.

"You’re too kind. Let me take a look at the patient first," Ju Jiahong replied indifferently, his voice steady and exuding the confidence of someone long accustomed to a high position.

He walked to the bedside, while Director Shi provided a detailed overview of the situation. "The patient’s current primary symptoms are physical weakness and repeated dry coughing, accompanied by constipation. Generally speaking, this kind of multiple trauma in advanced age is accompanied by gastrointestinal stress. Abdominal bloating and the cessation of peristalsis are very common complications, and gastrointestinal disorders following chest trauma that impacts respiration are clinically quite tricky to handle..."

Listening to the explanation, Ju Jiahong extended three fingers and placed them on the old man’s pulse.