With medical skills capable of treating Zen Master Hui Jue, seeing patients at Longhua Hospital in Sea City—even if Liu Qingyan used only mortal medical techniques—it was still a crushing blow from a higher dimension.
"Doctor Liu! You're incredible!"
During the lunch break, Liu Qingyan blended into the crowd and came to the hospital cafeteria. She got one meat dish, two vegetable dishes, and a soup, enough to suit a female doctor's appetite, then sat in a corner of the cafeteria to eat.
The two young nurses from Internal Medicine followed her over and sat across from Liu Qingyan.
One of the nurses looked at Liu Qingyan with eyes full of admiration.
Today marked Liu Qingyan's sixth week at the hospital, and she had already seen several hundred patients.
She had never sent a patient for blood tests, X-rays, CT scans, or any other examinations. She simply took their pulse, occasionally listened to their heart and lungs, checked their tongue coating, and asked a few questions. Then she would describe their symptoms and pathology without the slightest error. Sometimes, she even pointed out symptoms the patients themselves had failed to notice.
Then she would either apply acupuncture or prescribe medicine, sometimes casually explaining the principles behind it as well.
Some patients had been uneasy and voluntarily requested tests. Yet the results matched Liu Qingyan's diagnoses exactly. When they thought about how the doctor before them had judged their pre-illness behavior, symptoms, and pathology, her assessment had actually been even more comprehensive and meticulous than the test results...
One after another, they decisively transformed into fans of Chinese medicine, following the doctor's orders and instructions.
Forget those patients—even the few "worldly-wise" young nurses had been stunned. On several later occasions, a few doctors who were not busy had come over to