Village Doctor's Women-Chapter 183 - 178 Seems like an old friend visits
Seeing that the leading doctors weren’t speaking, the few who had voiced their doubts also fell silent. It was only then that they realized that apart from them, none of the true senior figures—not Wang Jian, not even Peng Qing—had said a word. Once they had completely calmed down, the room finally grew quiet, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
Fortunately, after they settled down, the senior doctors finally began to speak.
The first to break the silence was an older doctor. His hair was white, but his beard and eyebrows were still black. In truth, he wasn’t that old; the mental strain of practicing medicine had simply taken its toll, turning his hair white prematurely. This was a respected authority who had made significant contributions to infectious disease immunology. A couple of years ago, during a major national epidemic, he had been the one leading the charge.
Wang Jian remembered it clearly. He had still been in high school when he first saw the man on television, and his hair had been black then. By the time he appeared again on a later broadcast, his hair had turned completely white. At the time, everyone said it was due to overwork. Perhaps there weren’t many truly good doctors these days, but he was definitely one of them.
Zhang Hong was a leading figure in Demon City’s medical community and a contemporary authority in virology and immunology. What most people didn’t know, however, was that he was also a master of genetics. He was here because of a suspicion that the illness might be a genetic disorder, an unknown virus, or even some form of immune dysfunction.
Wang Jian had read his books back in school, recommended to him by Song Yijin for understanding epidemics and viruses. To be honest, Wang Jian was surprised to see Zhang Hong here, but he also understood Peng Qing’s desperation to save his son and could guess at Zhang Hong’s concerns. For a virologist, the discovery of an unprecedented disease always signaled a potential crisis.
"It seems Mr. Peng wasn’t lying. The doctor who cured Ping An really is this young," Zhang Hong said with a smile, his eyes filled with curiosity. "Right now, I have no other thoughts. I’d just like to discuss some academic matters with you, Doctor Wang. Would that be convenient?"
Wang Jian wasn’t a fool and had a good idea of what Professor Zhang was thinking. "Professor Zhang, are you asking about Ping An’s treatment method?"
"Correct," Zhang Hong affirmed.
At Wang Jian’s words, even the group that had been mocking him earlier looked over, clearly interested. However, neither Zhang Hong nor Wang Jian paid them any attention, making them look like a bunch of clowns.
Zhang Hong smiled. "There’s a small meeting room next door we used for consultations..."
He glanced pointedly at the people nearby, his meaning clear, then added, "Just a few of us. It’ll be a good chance to introduce you to some seniors. You can rest assured, it wasn’t us old folks who were pestering Mr. Peng earlier."
Wang Jian didn’t know if it was a coincidence, but when he looked at the men Zhang Hong indicated, he noticed that none of them were foreigners.
After he nodded, the group moved to the small room next door.
Only five people entered, including Wang Jian. Even Peng Qing remained outside, acting as a buffer against the foreigners and the doctors who had been hostile toward Wang Jian. Under any other circumstances, Peng Qing would never do such a thing. But Wang Jian had saved his son’s life and was now his son’s mentor, so blocking a few people for him was nothing. The group of doctors outside, despite their questionable character, had indeed tried to help, so Peng Qing couldn’t just give them the cold shoulder. However, their attitude of treating his son like a lab rat in their pursuit of a major medical award had nearly made Peng Qing snap on several occasions. Fortunately, his years in business had forged a calm mindset and a thick skin, allowing him to mask his emotions. With his abilities, handling these doctors was a piece of cake.
While Peng Qing dealt with the doctors outside, Zhang Hong was in the small meeting room, introducing the three men beside him.
"I’m Zhang Hong. I was going to introduce myself, but it seems you already know who I am?" Zhang Hong asked as soon as they entered. "Have we met before?"
"I do know you, but you don’t know me," Wang Jian replied with a smile. "Back when I was in school, my teacher had me study your medical texts. They left a profound impression."
"I see," Zhang Hong said, taken aback. Peng Qing had already told them about Wang Jian’s background, which was why the group outside was so unconvinced. But Zhang Hong didn’t share their mindset. For him, skill took precedence over all else; regardless of the field, anyone with greater expertise than his own deserved his respect. Still, knowing Wang Jian studied Chinese medicine, he asked curiously, "I thought you studied Chinese medicine. Why would you be reading my book?"
"I do study Chinese medicine, that’s true, but..." Wang Jian paused. The person who had really encouraged him to read broadly across all fields was his master, Xu Changqing. That was why he had asked Song Yijin for recommendations, which led him to Zhang Hong’s work. "My studies aren’t limited to Chinese medicine. Having a grasp of various fields helps, so I won’t feel restricted when facing different kinds of patients."
"That perspective of yours..." Zhang Hong was deeply moved, his curiosity toward Wang Jian growing. He was very pleased with this young man. Wang Jian wasn’t the first to think of or propose this idea, but still... "Who is your teacher?"
"Song Yijin."
"Oh, it’s Old Song." Zhang Hong was a bit puzzled. He knew Song Yijin, but he didn’t believe Song Yijin could have saved Peng Pingan. There had to be more to Wang Jian than that. "The idea is a good one, and I agree. It’s just that a person’s energy is limited. It’s better to master one field than to know a little about many," Zhang Hong said pointedly. But then he looked at Wang Jian, remembered that he had cured Peng Pingan, and had heard about his peculiar medical skills, so he amended his statement. "However, geniuses do exist—people who truly can do everything. Any patient who meets such a person is truly fortunate."
Wang Jian noticed that Zhang Hong was looking directly at him as he spoke, and his gaze was strange. Could it be that Professor Zhang is implying I know everything? Or do they think I was only able to cure Peng Pingan because I know everything? This...
Wang Jian saw that the other doctors had the same look in their eyes, which was also mixed with a hint of relief. It was a rather unpleasant misunderstanding. He was no genius, nor did he know everything.
Just as he was about to explain, they had all found their seats around the conference table, and Zhang Hong gave him no chance, beginning the introductions.
"This is Dr. Li Tao, a leading expert in neurology in our country."
Dr. Li Tao was a portly, middle-aged man who was immaculately dressed. Even his face and his balding head were exceptionally clean. Before sitting down, he took out a personal alcohol wipe and cleaned his chair and the table in front of him. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
Seeing this, the corner of Zhang Hong’s mouth twitched. "He’s a bit of a germaphobe. You could call it an occupational hazard."
An occupational hazard? Speaking of occupational hazards, shouldn’t someone like Professor Zhang, who studies virology, be the one with that particular complex? However, judging by appearances, Professor Zhang looked slightly disheveled by contrast. Hmm...
After they exchanged simple greetings, Zhang Hong introduced the next person.
This man wore a Zhongshan suit and gold-rimmed glasses, exuding a scholarly air. Though he wasn’t young, his hands were impeccably maintained—the sign of a frequent surgeon. His age appeared to be similar to Professor Zhang’s. His entire bearing made him stand out like a crane among chickens in this group of doctors. It was hard for Wang Jian not to notice him.
"This is Professor Ou Yangyun, an expert in surgery, particularly in the cardiac field. He’s one of the top experts in the country. There’s that fellow, Wilson, from overseas—he’s not as skilled as him."
When Zhang Hong mentioned Wilson, Wang Jian noticed Professor Ou Yangyun crack a small, satisfied smile, clearly pleased with the comparison.
Wang Jian, of course, knew of Wilson. He was a titan in the field who had published world-renowned textbooks on cardiocerebral surgery. This was a globally recognized authority, yet according to Zhang Hong, Ou Yangyun was even more formidable.
As for the last person, when Wang Jian saw him, he was genuinely surprised, because they had met before.
"I didn’t expect we’d meet again."
