Chapter 202 — Guan Xuewen's Disciple
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Of course, exceptions could not be ruled out: in certain emergencies, when no silver acupuncture needles were on hand, some master physicians of national caliber would substitute other kinds of needles to treat and save their patients.
But that demanded rock-solid experience and skill, and a very strict control of the force applied by hand; insert too deep or too shallow, and the treatment might not merely fail to help but produce the opposite side effects.
"Is this some kind of joke? Who did this?" The doctor flew into a rage at once and jabbed a finger at Wei Zhao. "Was it you? Making a mess of things in a hospital — what if something happens to the patient? Who do you think will have to answer for it, if not our hospital? Xiao Wang, call the police!"
The doctor, beside himself with anger, gave the order to the nurse behind him.
"Oh..." The nurse nodded and made to go telephone the police.
Wei Zhao knew people at the police station well enough, but he had no wish to blow the matter up, and besides, judging by Kang Xiaofeng's manner at present, he would likely have a hand in Xiaofen's treatment from now on. So, to settle the matter once and for all, he had no choice but to tell the doctor, "I am not making a mess of things. I am Guan Xuewen's disciple!"
"Who is Guan Xuewen? What — Guan Xuewen, the master of traditional Chinese medicine?" The doctor caught himself at once, and stared at Wei Zhao in disbelief.
He too was a graduate of Songshan Medical University, and of course he knew the name of Guan Xuewen, a figure of the highest rank in the world of Chinese medicine. Back in his school days, no matter whether a student studied Chinese or Western medicine, all took pride in hearing a single lecture from Guan Xuewen.
If the man before him really was Guan Xuewen's disciple, then his use of such a needle for acupuncture was hardly surprising; special circumstances called for special measures.
Wei Zhao nodded. "If you don't believe me, I can give him a call."
Seeing how earnest Wei Zhao looked, and that he did not seem to be lying, and having examined Lan Zhi's condition himself to find nothing seriously wrong — the patient had merely fallen into a deep sleep — the doctor began to half believe him.
"You really are Doctor Guan's disciple?" the doctor asked.
"Let me just make the call." With that, Wei Zhao took out his phone and dialed the number Guan Xuewen had left him. If he was to have a say in Xiaofen's treatment from now on, he had no choice but to invoke the great Guan Xuewen's name first.
Guan Xuewen had just finished needling Liu Zhenhu when the phone on his desk began to ring. He frowned. He had strictly informed his friends of the hours when he could take calls; anyone seeking treatment from him or any colleague in the medical world had been told not to telephone between nine and eleven in the morning, for those hours were his treatment time.
Angry as Guan Xuewen was, the needling here was already finished, so he picked up the receiver all the same.
"Hello? This is Guan Xuewen." His tone was somewhat curt.
"Grandpa Guan, this is Wei Zhao." At the sound of his voice, Wei Zhao was slightly taken aback.
"Ah... Mr. Lin!" Hearing Wei Zhao's voice, Guan Xuewen was instantly stirred. Since Wei Zhao's last visit, Guan Xuewen had benefited greatly; these past days he had been pondering the several prescriptions and case histories Wei Zhao had mentioned, and it had given him the feeling of a sudden clearing of the clouds.
Guan Xuewen had been at a loss as to how to invite Wei Zhao a second time, and now Wei Zhao had called of his own accord, filling him with both surprise and delight.
"Grandpa Guan, I am at the Municipal First People's Hospital. I want to give a patient acupuncture treatment, and I told them I am your disciple, but the doctors here don't believe me... please, would you vouch for me?" Wei Zhao said.
"My disciple?" Guan Xuewen was startled. "That will never do. If anything, I am your disciple!"