My Unpopular Neighbor Girl Has Hidden Identities-Chapter 472: Four hundred seventy-one, making things difficult

A light knock emanated from the conference room door, and Dean Liu hurriedly approached to open it, his face brightening at the sight of Song Yan Ning. "Little Friend Song, please come in!"

Everyone in the conference room turned their gaze towards the door, curious about who could be so important to the dean. The conference room door was not shut; anyone could simply push it open, yet the dean personally went to greet her, underscoring her significance.

As Song Yan Ning followed Dean Liu into the room, an expression of disbelief flickered across the faces of those present. How could this be?

They had assumed that the person would be a highly respected, senior doctor, but they hadn’t expected a young girl. From her appearance, she couldn’t be older than eighteen. Was Dean Liu joking with them?

Dean Liu cheerfully led Song Yan Ning into the conference room, "Little Friend Song, please have a seat!" He intentionally reserved the seat next to him for Song Yan Ning.

"Dean, she isn’t the person you mentioned, is she?" someone blurted out, unable to restrain themselves.

Dean Liu smiled and nodded, "Indeed, she is Song Yan Ning, the final member of our medical team. Don’t judge her by her age; her medical skill is no less than that of anyone here."

He turned to a middle-aged doctor on his right, "Dr. Yang, you must remember Liu Hua. His illness was cured by Little Friend Song."

Dr. Yang looked at Song Yan Ning incredulously, "Is she Song Yan Ning?" He knew the person who cured Liu Hua was Song Yan Ning, but he had not expected her to be so young.

"That’s right, she is Song Yan Ning, and her grandfather is none other than Yang Lisheng, the renowned Master of Chinese Medicine from Beijing," Dean Liu announced with a smile. Song Yan Ning’s medical expertise undoubtedly came from her grandfather, Yang Lisheng. While she might not surpass Yang Lisheng, her ability to cure Liu Hua confirmed her competence. Yang Lisheng once said her skills surpassed his, a claim Dean Liu found hard to believe given her young age.

"So she’s the granddaughter of the Master of Chinese Medicine, Yang Lisheng. No wonder the Dean holds her in such high regard."

"But she is her own person, distinct from her grandfather. Can the two really be equated?"

"Exactly, how proficient can her medical skill be at such a young age? How does she qualify to join the medical team?"

"But didn’t the Dean say? She cured Liu Hua. I know Liu Hua. The hospital had already issued a critical condition notice for him."

"Perhaps it was her grandfather who cured Liu Hua, and he wanted her to join the medical team, so he falsely attributed the achievement to her. Anyway, I don’t believe her skills are better than ours," murmured the crowd in hushed tones.

Dean Liu cleared his throat, "Everyone, please, quiet!"

As the room fell silent, Dean Liu continued, "From now on, Song Yan Ning is a member of our medical team. Let’s welcome Doctor Song."

The applause was sparse, indicating that few in the room were genuinely welcoming of Song Yan Ning. They wanted a colleague with profound medical expertise, not someone riding on coattails to add a veneer of prestige.

"Dean, we are going to Korea to redeem ourselves. The medical skills of our team members must be exceptional; we cannot afford to have mediocrity," Doctor Xu spoke up, unable to hold back. As a senior figure in the world of traditional medicine, he knew well the difficulty of Chinese medicine. Without decades of experience, one couldn’t expect to achieve significant proficiency. Chinese medicine required relentless exploration and patient care to make real advances. This was also why patients tended to choose older doctors, deeming them more reliable.

"Yes, Dean. Although she’s the granddaughter of a Master of Chinese Medicine, she lacks clinical experience and hasn’t dealt with many patients. Plus, being so young, even if she started learning Chinese medicine early, how many years could she have possibly studied?"

"Dean, perhaps you should consider someone else," suggested the unsatisfied crowd, not holding a favorable view of Song Yan Ning.

Dean Liu glanced at the crowd with slight displeasure, "As I’ve mentioned before, Doctor Song cured Liu Hua, and I have faith that her medical skill is not inferior to anyone here." He had gone to great lengths to bring Song Yan Ning here; he couldn’t just dismiss her from the medical team.

"Dean, I have a critically ill patient at the moment. If she can cure him, I’ll fully acknowledge her capabilities," Doctor Xu proposed, not believing the young girl could manage what he could not.

Dean Liu looked at Song Yan Ning, "Little Friend Song, what do you say?" He, too, wanted to see her treat a patient. Although Liu Hua adamantly stated Song Yan Ning cured him, they had not witnessed it.

Song Yan Ning initially wanted to stand up and leave, thinking it pointless to stay where no one trusted her. But recalling Yang Lisheng’s hopes for the revival of Chinese medicine, she suppressed her urge to leave and gave a slight nod. She didn’t want to disappoint her grandfather.

Delighted, Dean Liu turned to Doctor Xu, "Doctor Xu, please make the arrangements." He had expected Song Yan Ning to refuse, but she had agreed instead.

"Right away, Dean!" Doctor Xu responded, pulling out his phone and making a call.

After a few words, he hung up and looked at Dean Liu, "Dean, it’s all set. We can go now."

Dean Liu nodded and stood up, "Doctor Song, let’s go."

Song Yan Ning got up and followed Dean Liu.

The group made their way grandly to the patient ward.

Doctor Xu opened the door to one of the wards and led the group inside. He had been ready to advise the family to take the patient home since remaining in the hospital was merely a financial drain without prospects for recovery. The man’s condition was beyond his help; at best, he could only prolong the patient’s life by a few days, but the outcome would remain the same.

"Doctor Xu!" Seeing him enter, the patient’s family immediately stood up.

Doctor Xu nodded, "Has Old Wang woken up today?"

The family shook their head sadly, "No."

Doctor Xu turned to Song Yan Ning, "Doctor Song, please assess the patient." He refrained from briefing her on the patient’s condition. If her medical prowess was genuinely superior, she wouldn’t need any information. If she was merely seeking to enhance her status as a third-generation doctor, knowing the condition wouldn’t make a difference.

Song Yan Ning stepped forward, examined the patient’s complexion, and placed her hand on his wrist.

The crowd watched quietly, well-aware of the patient’s dire state.

The patient’s wife observed Song Yan Ning taking her husband’s pulse, her brow furrowed in confusion. This was the youngest doctor she had encountered. Yet, at this juncture, the doctor’s age was of no consequence to her; all that mattered was the possibility of curing her husband or, failing that, granting him a few more years. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com