Chapter 113
When Lin Xiaowei suggested that Chenyang come and help, it wasn’t because she had any confidence in his medical skills.
She simply wanted a man around for support.
Because Li Qiang’s current state was simply too terrifying.
Putting aside whether he would live or die, his ashen complexion and bulging, bloodshot eyes alone were enough to inspire a primal fear.
If she couldn’t find someone to lean on for a sense of security, Lin Xiaowei was afraid the experience would leave her with psychological scars.
At this moment, Qin Fei’Er was also a little scared.
But it wasn’t because of Li Qiang’s appearance; she was afraid her only son was about to kick the bucket.
When Lin Xiaowei mentioned Chenyang, her first instinct was to nod.
When it came to efficacy, traditional Chinese medicine might not be as fast or as obvious as Western medicine for many illnesses. However, in terms of curbing the progression of a disease and treating its root cause, it was far beyond what Western medicine could compare to.
Previously, right after Li Qiang’s accident when he was first resuscitated, his condition hadn’t been even a tenth as good as it was now.
His left and right brain hemispheres had both suffered severe damage, resulting in limited use of his limbs, a crooked mouth, and a twisted face. He couldn’t even make whimpering sounds, let alone open his mouth.
The specialists at the hospital had tried countless methods, all to no effect.
In the end, Qin Fei’Er had pulled some strings to find a traditional Chinese medicine expert. It was only through acupuncture that Li Qiang’s pitiful condition at the time began to improve. Subsequent treatment courses were what brought him to his current, less-distressing state.
Ever since that incident, Qin Fei’Er and many of the people around her had gained a completely new understanding of traditional Chinese medicine.
However, trusting traditional Chinese medicine and trusting Chenyang were two different things.
The TCM expert she had found back then was one of the top five in the city and even had some renown in the provincial medical community.
He had to use all his strength just to help Li Qiang recover a tiny bit of autonomy. So what good could a fledgling like Chenyang, who hadn’t even gotten his diploma, possibly do?
Besides, despite all the commotion earlier, Chenyang hadn’t woken up. Even if they went to get him now, they might not be able to wake him up to help.
’Forget it. Chenyang might know a little about Chinese medicine, but as a rookie, he can probably only handle minor ailments like headaches and fevers. Li Qiang’s condition is so serious; bringing him over rashly might just make things worse.’
Lin Xiaowei also felt that Chenyang probably wasn’t up to the task.
But she desperately wanted someone to rely on.
She just couldn’t voice this desire, so she had to give up on the idea.
After the two of them managed to restrain Li Qiang, Qin Fei’Er hurriedly started calling her former colleagues.
In the dead of night, most people were already fast asleep.
Due to certain professional habits, many medical personnel would turn their phones off or put them on silent at night, so several of her calls went unanswered.
Finally, two calls connected. On one, someone else answered, saying the person she was trying to reach had just taken a sleeping pill for insomnia and probably couldn’t be woken up. The other call connected, but no matter how many times Qin Fei’Er shouted the person’s name, there was no reply—only the sound of someone moaning in pleasure.
She didn’t need to think twice: he was either in bed with his wife or having an affair.
Presumably, he had meant to hang up but accidentally pressed the answer button instead.
Qin Fei’Er was furious about this but felt completely helpless.
Normally, her gossipy side might have been tempted to listen and figure out if the moaning woman was her friend’s wife. But right now, she didn’t give it a second thought, immediately hanging up and calling someone else.
After nearly twenty calls, her best friend, Liu Yun, finally answered.
"What’s wrong, Feifei?"
"Xiaoliu, Li Qiang suddenly started convulsing and foaming at the mouth! I gave him a tranquilizer like I usually do, but not only did it not work, his convulsions got even worse! Do you know what’s happening?"
"You gave him a tranquilizer and it had no effect?"
"Yes! I’m worried sick. I’ve called so many people, and no one picked up."
"Did you try Dean Bai?"
"I did. The call couldn’t connect." Dean Bai was the traditional Chinese medicine expert.
Liu Yun thought for a moment before saying, "Did you have Xiaochen take a look?"
"Him...? He’s just a kid who hasn’t even gotten his diploma. What good would that do?"
"He might not have a diploma, but Xiaochen’s medical skills are actually quite good."
Not only had Liu Yun personally experienced how exquisite Chenyang’s medical skills were, but she also knew his grandfather was the renowned Ye Fuliling!
She felt that with Li Qiang’s condition, Chenyang wouldn’t even need to use his full strength. He could probably solve it with just a fraction of his skill and a couple of needles.
But Qin Fei’Er, who didn’t know any of this, was already convinced Chenyang would be useless. She shook her head repeatedly and said, "Do you have any other ideas?"
"When I was working in the ER, I did encounter a situation like this once, but I wasn’t the one who handled it directly. As I recall, the doctor who treated the patient said something about the patient having developed an immunity to the previous dose of tranquilizer. They ended up using a double dose to finally get it under control."