Dashing Student-Chapter 550: At Wit’s End

"Teacher Su, I really have been taking notes seriously!" A look of embarrassment instantly surfaced on Chen Nan’s face, and his previously upturned mouth corners drooped, his eyes filled with discomfort and unease.

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He had not expected that Su Yue would get so angry over this matter.

Su Yue looked at Chen Nan, sighed softly with a sense of helplessness, her gaze filled with complex emotions—expectations for Chen Nan mixed with a touch of frustration for his lack of progress.

"Chen Nan, I don’t want our relationship to become an obstacle on your path of learning," her voice was soft yet carried an undeniable firmness: "After all, you are a very promising and rare talent to be shaped."

"If you don’t value your studies and cherish these hard-won opportunities, then our relationship... can only end here."

Su Yue slightly lowered her head, her eyes revealing a barely perceptible struggle.

She had to admit that she had fallen deeply for Chen Nan.

Beside Chen Nan, she experienced an unprecedented passion and joy, a beautiful feeling that made her heart tremble.

However, she did not bring Chen Nan, a freshman, to the internship just because of their relationship.

Deep down inside her, she primarily admired Chen Nan’s talent and truly wanted to nurture him, hoping he would shine brightly in the medical field and become an outstanding doctor.

Chen Nan hesitated, swallowing his embarrassment, he cautiously said, "Teacher Su, if, I mean if... if..."

His voice grew quieter, as if something was stuck in his throat.

Su Yue’s initially slightly disappointed expression swiftly turned to displeasure, her eyebrows furrowed, and a hint of irritation flashed in her eyes: "If what? If you have something to say, just say it, don’t dilly-dally."

Her tone carried urgency and dissatisfaction, clearly impatient with Chen Nan’s hesitance.

Chen Nan took a deep breath, as if gathering courage, and carefully lifted his head, his gaze tentatively meeting Su Yue’s, he asked softly, "What if I said I already know all the knowledge you’ve just mentioned, would you believe me?"

His voice was low but exceptionally clear in the relatively quiet clinic.

Upon hearing this, Su Yue was startled at first, then her face took on a look of exasperated amusement.

She shook her head gently, her eyes showing a mix of resignation and disbelief: "Chen Nan, I know you are diligent in your studies, thoroughly reading various medical texts, and perhaps you really know the theoretical knowledge by heart."

"But you must understand that knowledge that merely stays in books is far from enough."

"As someone who has just entered university, how could you already possess rich clinical experience?"

"This is not something you can obtain by rote memorization!" Su Yue’s tone was earnest, as if patiently explaining reason to an ignorant child.

Chen Nan was about to explain.

The door of the clinic was suddenly flung open with a bang, and a nurse rushed in, her face full of urgency and her forehead dotted with sweat.

She didn’t even catch her breath, speaking hastily: "Dr. Su, it’s bad! There’s a patient in the emergency room in a very critical condition, Western medicine has run out of options, the chief physician wants you to come over right away for a TCM and Western medicine consultation."

Su Yue’s expression immediately turned solemn upon hearing this, she glanced at Chen Nan and decisively said, "Come with me."

Chen Nan uttered a sound of acknowledgment and followed closely behind Su Yue as they hurried towards the emergency room.

As they walked, their footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, and Su Yue’s heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

Because she was well aware that every time a Traditional Chinese Medicine and Western medicine consultation like this took place, there was a critically ill patient with one foot already stepping into the gates of the underworld!

In the blink of an eye, Su Yue and Chen Nan arrived at the emergency room.

Upon entering, a suffocating atmosphere of tension and oppression hit them full in the face.

Inside the emergency room, with its dismal light and the pungent smell of disinfectant permeating the air, it seemed as though everything was contributing to the heavy atmosphere of this life-and-death struggle.

A group of experts in white coats, both from Traditional Chinese Medicine and Western medicine, huddled tightly around a hospital bed, their expressions serious and brows furrowed, discussing in low and urgent tones. The medical histories in their hands were repeatedly consulted with faces full of anxiety and helplessness.

On the hospital bed, an elderly man with white hair and beard lay quietly, his face extremely gaunt and his skin slack against his cheekbones, almost like a thin sheet of paper.

Oxygen tubes were inserted into his nose, the faint flow of air barely visible in the transparent tubing.

Beside him, medical monitors flickered with various data points. The pulsing digits were like the ticking of a countdown clock for life, each beat tugging at everyone’s hearts.

Chen Nan, though not a practitioner of Western medicine, could still perceive the critical condition of the old man with just a cursory observation. The candle of life flickered in the howling wind, threatening to go out at any moment.

Standing by the bed was a middle-aged man.

With eyebrows like drawn swords, starry eyes, and a square-jawed face, his tall and straight figure resembled a stalwart pine.

Despite his face being filled with anxiety and his eyes showing deep concern for his father’s condition, the aura of authority about him was undiminished.

Every subtle movement he made, every shift of his gaze, exuded the calm and authority unique to someone of high status.

"He must be an official!" Chen Nan thought to himself. Though he did not recognize the middle-aged man before him, he could accurately sense the distinct aura of authority from his demeanor.

After a moment’s contemplation, Chen Nan understood.

In his view, if it were not for a distinguished identity, how could it have led the hospital leadership to attach such high importance and even resort to a Traditional Chinese Medicine and Western medicine joint consultation?

Su Yue approached with a steady, confident stride, nodding gently and politely to everyone present.

Her gentle smile was like a ray of warm sunshine, instantly dispersing some of the gloom in the emergency room.

She then gently picked up the patient’s medical records and various test reports, focusing her gaze swiftly on the dense text and figures, her eyes revealing concentration and professionalism.

After reading, Su Yue put down the medical records and slowly walked to the bedside, extending her hand to gently check the old man’s pulse.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment; the whole emergency room fell silent, everyone holding their breath and fixating their gaze on Su Yue, trying to capture a glimmer of hope from her expression.

After a long while, Su Yue slowly withdrew her hand, her voice low and tinged with a hint of reluctance as she said, "The old man’s five internal organs have all been severely damaged, his vitality and blood are extremely depleted, his meridians are severely obstructed, and he is also suffering from a variety of complications."

"With the current medical techniques, whether it is Traditional Chinese Medicine or Western medicine, it is very difficult to find an effective treatment method. I’m afraid... he is beyond medical help."

Upon these words, the atmosphere at the scene became incredibly oppressive.

Pain and helplessness that couldn’t be disguised emerged in the eyes of the middle-aged man!

Just then.

Chen Nan’s voice rang out, "How about letting me give it a try?"