Getting the Hospital on Board and Securing Permission

Zhang Yang had a way of dealing with people who blustered but had no backbone: overwhelming force. Reasoning with them was useless, and sure enough, once he used force, they quieted down considerably.

"Zhang Yang, this is a hospital. They'd never let a country bumpkin, some barefoot doctor and Quack Healer like you run wild here."

Zhang Liangyin couldn't stop Zhang Yang himself, so he immediately invoked what he thought would keep him in check: Kyoto University Hospital.

"This is a hospital. Please keep your voices down!"

A doctor finally appeared. His words were polite, but his tone made his displeasure with the family clear. Didn't they know how to behave? What kind of people were they?

"Doctor, you're just in time. That man says he wants to treat my father. Are you going to let a Quack Healer prey on patients in your hospital?"

Zhang Liangyin seized on the doctor as his last hope of stopping Zhang Yang and hurried over to appeal for help.

In fact, no reputable hospital would let an outsider take over a patient's treatment midway. Even if its own doctors had run out of options, it would not welcome a private doctor's involvement. Unless the patient transferred or was discharged, the hospital would be held responsible if anything went wrong.

So when the doctor heard Zhang Liangyin, he stepped forward without hesitation.

"I'm sorry. We're a reputable major hospital. We don't allow Quack Healers to interfere with treatment."

The doctor flatly refused Zhang Yang's request.

"That's not—"

Zhang Daoru immediately raised a hand to stop Zhang Yang and explained.

"Doctor, here's the situation. The patient, Zhang Hong, is this Mr. Zhang's father. Mr. Zhang is a well-known practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine who has cured many difficult conditions. Besides, the person who caused the