Village Doctor's Women-Chapter 282: Heritage of Ancestors

"Who?" Zhang Cheng asked directly. "Who can cure him? I'll have someone go invite them immediately." He even called his assistant over, looking ready to dispatch someone the moment a name was given.

But Xu Changqing's intentions weren't so simple. His apprentice had been bullied, and this was the perfect opportunity to bring that person over. However, it wasn't his place to say so, which is why he glanced at Old Chen.

The two had been good friends for many years, so Old Chen understood Xu Changqing's meaning instantly. He cleared his throat and said, "Lao Zhang, don't be so hasty. I know the person he's talking about."

His words immediately caught Zhang Cheng's attention. Zhang Cheng strode over to Old Chen and said, "What's with you two? Why are you being so secretive? This is a matter of life and death; we can't afford to fool around."

"What are you talking about, Lao Zhang?" Old Chen rolled his eyes at him. "Do you not know what kind of people we are?"

"Then hurry up and tell me. Who is this person you're talking about?" Zhang Cheng was getting very anxious.

Old Chen gave a cold laugh. "This person was invited by me and Xu Changqing to join the National Medical Group, but he was expelled at the last minute. I looked into it and found that just as he was about to enter the train station, he received a call from the National Medical Group revoking his eligibility to join." He glanced pointedly at Sun Fu before continuing, "Imagine you were thrilled to be joining the National Medical Group, only to be kicked out at the last second. How would you feel?"

Zhang Cheng frowned and followed Old Chen's gaze to Sun Fu. He could clearly hear the dissatisfaction in Old Chen's tone. Moreover, if someone was so highly recommended by both Xu Changqing and Old Chen, he must have his strengths. Whether it was to get justice for Old Chen and Xu Changqing, vent his own frustration, or help the doctor who could save the patient, Zhang Cheng decided he had to do something. Confronting Sun Fu was a must.

While the two were talking, Sun Fu had already sensed something was amiss. People were occasionally looking his way, which was a clear sign of trouble. What made him even more anxious was Xu Changqing staring at him with a grin—the same kind of grin Sun Fu himself wore when he was plotting against someone. He was instantly reminded of the trick he'd pulled two days ago. His mind raced, and he quickly guessed what Xu Changqing and the others were up to.

I can't just sit here and wait for the worst to happen… But there's no way that kid in his twenties is more skilled than everyone here. I refuse to believe it. All I did was get rid of some freeloader who pulled strings to get in. What's the big deal?

A flurry of thoughts raced through Sun Fu's mind. Seeing Zhang Cheng's expression darken, he decided not to delay any longer and walked directly to the bedside.

"Gentlemen, why don't you let me take a look?" Sun Fu spoke up. "Everyone else has had a turn, except for me. Perhaps I can find a solution."

For some reason, an odd silence fell over the room after Sun Fu spoke. He knew the others were staring because his medical skills weren't highly ranked within the group, and he was losing face. At this point, however, he couldn't be bothered with saving face. Seeing that no one was responding, he added, "Let me have a look. My ancestors were Imperial Physicians, so my family has some ancestral prescriptions. Even if my medical skills are lacking, the prescriptions might be useful. You shouldn't look down on me; I might be the one to cure this illness."

He took the patient's wrist, feeling the pulse. As he pondered, he added, "You know, now that I think about it… this pulse feels familiar. I think I've seen it before."

"You've seen it?" Zhang Cheng, who had been ready to reprimand him, paused. Hearing this, his tone shifted. "Do you really have a solution?"

If Sun Fu genuinely had a solution, he would no longer back Xu Changqing and Old Chen. He might even have to switch his support to Sun Fu. Therefore, Zhang Cheng composed himself and decided to wait and see how things developed.

Xu Changqing clearly hadn't anticipated this turn of events either, but he remained skeptical, as he had also examined the patient's condition. He was somewhat familiar with Sun Fu's family background. However, Xu Changqing couldn't forcefully intervene. According to Sun Fu's family history, it was indeed possible that his ancestors had encountered prescriptions for such conditions.

"Of course, one can't speak recklessly about such matters," Sun Fu said in a low voice. He was particularly confident this time because he wasn't lying about the prescription. "If you don't believe me, you can look at the ancestral medical book I submitted. It describes these very symptoms and this pulse, and it even includes the prescription."

At this, even Xu Changqing frowned, exchanged a glance with Old Chen, and then took the initiative to speak. "Secretary Sun's ancestor is the Divine Doctor Sun Simiao. It's certainly possible they would have such a prescription."

Sun Fu smiled, his words filled with pride. "The prowess of my ancestor should be known to everyone here. This isn't about my own ability. You can look down on my medical skills, but you cannot doubt my ancestor." Just moments ago, Sun Fu had felt a pang of guilt, but now it had vanished completely, replaced by an air of absolute confidence.

Pulling up a photo from the archives on his phone, Sun Fu showed it to Zhang Cheng. "Leader, look. This is from my ancestor's medical book. It's written quite clearly. The pulse is slow and strong, appearing normal. But between the normal beats, there's a hidden, weak, and floating pulse, as if something has been hollowed out from a complete pulse. The patient is physically fine with no external injuries but remains unconscious. This was once known as Soul Loss Syndrome. But unlike the version that causes dementia, this type is curable.

"Fortunately, my ancestor also wrote down the prescription. All we need to do now is administer the medicine for this specific ailment."

As he spoke, he showed the scanned documents to everyone. Even Xu Changqing, after looking them over, just frowned slightly before nodding.

"This prescription should be fine," Xu Changqing said. He wasn't surprised that the Sun Family's ancestors possessed such a prescription. After all, back in the old days, a practitioner of Chinese medicine who understood such matters could truly be called a divine doctor—unlike the charlatans of today. "However, we need to be careful with the dosage."

Sun Fu snorted. "This is from my ancestor. Do you think you know it better than I do?" He then turned specifically to Zhang Cheng and said, "Leader, only someone from the Sun Family knows how to use this prescription. You can't trust an outsider." After that, Sun Fu fell silent, leaving the decision to Zhang Cheng with a look that said, 'It's your call.'

Zhang Cheng glanced at Xu Changqing. Seeing that he remained silent, he had Sun Fu show the prescription to the other doctors. Only when none of them raised any objections did he nod to Sun Fu, authorizing him to take someone to prepare the medicine.

Compounding the medicine was quick, but decocting it required care. Sun Fu brewed it according to the method recorded by his ancestor, then returned to find Zhang Cheng. Under the watchful eyes of all the doctors, he administered the medicine to the patient.

According to the medical text, the patient should show immediate improvement after taking the medicine, with the follow-up treatment focused on nurturing the soul. And the effect was indeed immediate. No more than half an hour after Sun Fu administered the medicine, the person on the bed opened his eyes. They observed him all night, and no other abnormalities appeared.

Early the next morning, Zhang Cheng sought out Sun Fu, thanking him profusely. "Thank you so much, Secretary Sun. Doctor Sun, you're truly skilled! A single dose was all it took to see results."

"Not at all, Leader, you're too kind," Sun Fu replied modestly, though he couldn't hide the smug smile on his face. "I was just relying on the legacy of my ancestor; it's not my own ability. I can't compare to Xu Changqing's medical skills... I'm ashamed to hear you say such things."

Zhang Cheng didn't mind, however. To him, whether it was Xu Changqing or Sun Fu, as long as their medical skills were exceptional, they were valuable assets to his organization and could be of use sooner or later. The two exchanged pleasantries for a good half hour.

Their conversation was interrupted when someone ran over in a panic, announcing that the patient in the bed had fallen unconscious again and his vital signs were steadily declining.

The color drained from Zhang Cheng's and Sun Fu's faces. When they rushed upstairs, Sun Fu was at a complete loss. He panicked and stood frozen to the spot, forgetting to even check the pulse. He could only stare blankly at the man convulsing on the bed. No matter how much Zhang Cheng shouted at him, he couldn't get the secretary to move. It was as if Sun Fu himself was the one who had suffered from Soul Loss.

Suppressing a wave of fury, Zhang Cheng had no choice but to go find Xu Changqing again.

Less than half an hour later, a military plane carrying a small group was flying directly to Shanghai City.