However, such concern was making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

After the young man explained the pressure he was under, his wife returned from registration, and Du Heng prescribed his medication.

As the young couple left, they turned back to express their gratitude every few steps. Only when they were three or four meters from the doorway did they finally walk away hand in hand.

Watching the departing young couple, Doctor Ma burst into laughter. "I never expected that to be the root cause."

Hearing Doctor Ma’s laughter, Du Heng started to chuckle too. "Neither did I. Their hobby is too unique. It was pure luck we managed to identify the cause today."

Doctor Ma shook his head with a smile. "Perhaps the young man himself never realized it."

Du Heng chuckled. Then, hands in his pockets, he started to walk away. "Alright, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be off. You carry on."

Doctor Ma nodded, but then suddenly said, "Dean, Dr. Wu consulted me about a patient this afternoon. I’m not entirely sure about it; could you take a look?"

Du Heng checked the time. Seeing he still had over ten minutes before his shift ended, he nodded. "Alright, I’ll go up and take a look. It’s been a few days since I last checked on them."

Upon arriving at the stroke ward, Du Heng saw everyone busily attending to their duties. They were working in groups of two or three, performing acupuncture and massage treatments on patients.

However, one could tell from the doctors’ movements that some were more skilled than others; some movements were still awkward and hesitant.

Du Heng gestured for an approaching nurse to stop her greeting, then looked into each room in turn. He did not stop until he found Wu Buwei, and then slowly entered the hospital room.

Du Heng had originally hoped to watch Wu Buwei in action and hear his explanations, but the moment he stepped into the room, Wu Buwei stood up.

The doctor working with Wu Buwei also straightened up, averted his gaze, and then, noticing Du Heng entering, said, "Dean."

At the other doctor’s greeting, Wu Buwei also turned. "Dean."

Slightly resigned, Du Heng asked, "Are you finished with the treatment?"

Wu Buwei nodded. "Yes, this was the last patient for today. We just finished." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Du Heng smacked his lips. "That’s good. By the way, Doctor Ma mentioned you consulted him?"

Wu Buwei affirmed quietly. Picking up an instrument from nearby, he said, "A patient was admitted at three o’clock this afternoon, reportedly for a stroke. But looking at him, it doesn’t seem like a stroke. Our entire team discussed it but couldn’t reach a consensus, so I went to ask Doctor Ma."

"Oh, and what did Doctor Ma say?"

"Doctor Ma also said it wasn’t a stroke and told us to observe for a while longer." They were talking as they walked out. "I planned to observe him for a bit, and if there were no major, obvious changes in his symptoms, I was going to call you."

"What symptoms made all of you so unsure?"

"The patient’s family said that at two o’clock this afternoon, the patient suddenly fainted just as he stood up after waking." Wu Buwei furrowed his brows slightly and said slowly, "After regaining consciousness, the patient had no paralysis, no impaired limb movement, and no slurred speech."

Du Heng paused for a moment. "He seems perfectly fine then," he couldn’t help but say. "Why was he brought to the hospital?"

Wu Buwei inhaled softly. "Although he didn’t have the common symptoms of a stroke, after regaining consciousness, the patient no longer recognized the people around him.

The family waited for a while, but seeing no improvement, they took him to Provincial First Hospital. After a preliminary check-up there, he was diagnosed with a stroke and transferred to our team."

Du Heng paused slightly in his stride. "Is the patient lucid?"

"His lucidity comes and goes. It looks a bit like a cerebral stroke, but not quite, so I’ve been uncertain."

"Take me to see the patient."

"Okay."

As soon as they entered the hospital room, a family member came up to Wu Buwei. "Doctor, what exactly is wrong with my father? Have you diagnosed him?"

Wu Buwei did not answer, but said to the family member, "This is our hospital’s Dean and the head of the stroke team, President Du. Let him examine your father first."

The family member quickly stepped aside.

Du Heng went closer, first carefully checking the patient’s physical signs, and then began the pulse diagnosis.

After a good while, Du Heng straightened up, a look of relief on his face.

The family member looked anxious. As soon as Du Heng stood up straight, they asked again, "Doctor, what’s wrong with my dad?"

Du Heng smiled reassuringly. "Don’t worry too much, it’s nothing serious. Does your father usually speak little and sweat easily?"

The patient’s family member nodded vigorously. "Yes, he’s been like this for several years. No matter what remedies we try, nothing helps. He also frequently complains of dizziness and blurred vision.

We’ve taken him for check-ups, but they never found anything wrong. The doctors just said it’s normal for his age."

Du Heng didn’t comment on that, simply saying quietly, "Your father has a deficiency of both qi and yin. He fainted because the qi deficiency caused a disconnect between his upper and lower body."

"Then... then why doesn’t he recognize people?"

"It’s due to yin deficiency with ascendant fire, leading to phlegm-fire obstruction."

The family member was stunned for a moment. "What does that mean?"

"It’s Benign Wind Syndrome. It’s considered a type of stroke."

Hearing it was a type of stroke, the family member’s face paled. "Does that mean my father will be paralyzed, or that his hand or something won’t move anymore?"

Du Heng smiled and shook his head. "Don’t imagine the worst; it’s not that serious. To put it simply, your father’s problem stems from qi deficiency. Once that’s resolved, he’ll be fine."

Hearing this, the family member finally felt relieved.

Du Heng didn’t say more to the family member, turning instead to Wu Buwei. "Although Benign Wind Syndrome is a type of stroke, as I just said, it’s caused by qi deficiency. Therefore, it absolutely must not be treated like a typical stroke."

Wu Buwei was also secretly relieved he had exercised caution; otherwise, it would have been problematic.

"Prescribe Six Gentleman Decoction for the patient. It’s for invigorating qi and strengthening the spleen, as well as dispelling dampness and clearing away phlegm. Two doses should be enough to resolve it."

"Yes, Dean. I understand."

After reassuring the family member once more, Du Heng left the hospital room with Wu Buwei.

Once outside the hospital room, Wu Buwei said to Du Heng, "Thank you, Senior Brother."

"No need for thanks. You handled it very well," Du Heng said with a smile. "By the way, I’m going to Wangjiazui tomorrow. Call me if anything comes up."