"Who are you?"
The doctor was shocked to see a young man administering acupuncture to his patient. His expression darkened.
Chu Chen said with a smile, "My name is Chu Chen. You can call Dean Zhang. I spoke with him beforehand."
Chu Chen was not reckless. He did not want treating Zhu Hanyue to cause unnecessary trouble, so he had already contacted the hospital dean through Zhao Qirui and explained the situation.
When the doctor heard Chu Chen mention Dean Zhang right away, his expression eased somewhat. He first carefully asked Zhu Hanyue about her condition.
Zhu Hanyue said she was fine and that the pain had already eased considerably.
The doctor was astonished and could not help sighing inwardly. Truly, appearances could be deceiving, and the depths of the sea could not be measured with a bushel. Who would have thought that a young man who looked barely twenty could possess such impressive medical skills? He could not help admiring Chu Chen.
Admiration was one thing, but he still had to make the call. Otherwise, if he casually allowed someone else to treat his patient, he would be disciplined by the hospital whether anything went wrong or not.
What relieved the doctor was that the dean did know Chu Chen and instructed him to build a good relationship with him as much as possible, indicating that the young man likely had an extraordinary background. Still, the doctor thought that was only natural. Someone so young with such superb medical skills surely had some unusual origins.
The doctor then briefly reported Chu Chen's treatment to the dean over the phone. The dean was amazed as well, but he was currently away on a business trip and had no chance to meet Chu Chen in person, which he found extremely regrettable.