Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Everyone was chiming in one after another, and before long, they had all turned their spears on Fang Yu.

Director Wu coughed, saying somewhat awkwardly:

"Everyone, this Dr. Fang, is the head of the Traditional Chinese Medicine department at Hua University Hospital."

The entire room was in uproar.

No way?

"You must be kidding, right? Yanjing University Hospital ranks in the top three in Jiangzhou, yet even a greenhorn can become the head of the TCM department. Are you treating the medical profession as child's play?"

"What nonsense!"

"Old Wu, I've always felt you have professional integrity and are a person of medical renown and virtue, I respect you... but you've gone too far, how could you let a youngster be the head? In your hospital's TCM department, Dr. Li also has considerable medical skill, doesn't he? How come it's this kid's turn!"

These words made Director Wu even more embarrassed, his face flushing red.

At first, when Fang Yu wanted this position, he too hesitated for a long time, precisely because of his youth. Nowadays, age is a sign of seniority; without it, it's hard to convince the crowd.

However, now that it has come to this, he had to persevere no matter what.

Wu Cunzhong glanced around at everyone and said:

"Although Dr. Fang is very young, I believe in his medical skill. His acupuncture techniques are absolutely top-notch within the TCM department. With his medical skill alone, he is more than qualified to hold the position of head."

Everyone was taken aback.

"Don't be joking, you say his acupuncture is top-notch. Then what about Sun Qing the Divine Doctor? He's also coming today... If we have Divine Doctor Sun, what do we need him for?"

At this remark, Wu Cunzhong was left speechless.

Feeling everyone's peculiar gazes, Fang Yu couldn't help but sneer.

"Isn't this a meeting? Am I not even allowed to make a suggestion?" Fang Yu said, "Even if what I said was wrong, don't you all still have your say?"

"-"

Hey, this kid, how shameless!

Everyone looked at him.

At this moment, the middle-aged man sitting opposite, also the doctor previously seen at the bus stop, suddenly stood up—

"Everyone, I have personally witnessed Dr. Fang's medical expertise, and indeed it is miraculous. As we're in a meeting, we should gather wisdom from everyone, so let's first hear Dr. Fang's opinion."

Seeing someone speaking up for Fang Yu, the expressions of the other doctors darkened.

"Alright, I'd like to see what kind of significant things you can say..."

...

Fang Yu's gaze swept around the room, speaking with a smile:

"I've already looked over the data... All of the patients who contracted the illness presented with persistent high fevers, diarrhea, and vomiting. Those who died also displayed symptoms like Mental Power exhaustion and organ decline. Combining these symptoms suggests that it's very likely a mutated avian flu—mind you, mutated!"

"I happened to come across a disease in some documents I was reading a few days ago that is quite similar to this one... Are all of you, top medical professionals, really unable to recall it?"

At this rhetorical question, the crowd showed puzzled expressions.

"Are you saying—?" Meng Lao exclaimed in surprise.

"That's right, what I am referring to is the H7N9 avian flu outbreak from 13 years ago!"

...

Upon mentioning this name, everyone felt a shiver down their spines.

Their complexions changed slightly, becoming somewhat panicked.

This was no ordinary illness.

One careless move could lead to infection and cost one's life.

Many infectious diseases have unknown causes at the outset, and vaccines are not developed in time, let alone treatment.

After listening to Fang Yu's words, everyone murmured amongst themselves, picking up the documents in front of them and carefully reading them once again.

A moment later.

"It indeed bears some similarity to the new avian flu from those years, but even if it is a mutated avian flu, what can you, a TCM practitioner, do?" one of the doctors at the scene retorted.

"If my TCM can't treat it, can your Western medicine?" Fang Yu retorted.

"You... that's just being argumentative!" the person said, throwing his hands up in frustração.

At this time—

Director Wu Cunzhong looked at Fang Yu and said:

"Do you have a way to treat it?"

Fang Yu glanced indifferently at everyone and said, "No."

The crowd roared with laughter.

"I thought it was something serious, but after all that nonsense, you still can't treat it. Kid, don't be so outstanding, does it feel good to shoot yourself in the foot?"

"Ha-ha, after all, he is young and rash, let's not take it to heart."

Hearing this, Fang Yu snorted and said with his hands behind his back:

"Although I can't treat it, as long as you let me diagnose on-site, it's very possible to contain the epidemic!"

Wow!

The entire conference room quieted down.

Everyone looked at Fang Yu with disdainful eyes, thinking he was just full of hot air and that nobody could save him now.

However, President Wu still said, "Are you serious?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

Wu Cunzhong was stunned.

The other doctors present didn't understand Fang Yu's medical skills, so it was normal to doubt him, but as the president, Wu had personally witnessed Fang Yu's handling of several tricky cases.

Such medical skill was rare to come by in Jiangzhou.

"Fine, then all the doctors present will follow your instructions," President Wu said.

Upon hearing this, the other doctors were unhappy.

"President Wu, are you kidding me? Let us follow his instructions? He's just a young upstart, and his medical skills aren't impressive, just full of big talk. I can't accept what you're proposing!"

"I agree with Dr. Qian's opinion. Traditional medicine isn't effective for treating avian influenza to begin with, meddling like this is irrational, what are you thinking, Old Wu?"

"Exactly, if the avian flu is cured, all the credit goes to him alone, when has there ever been such a good deal in the world?"

"I object!"

"I also object!"

...

Seeing everyone's intense reaction, President Wu was also taken aback and showed an embarrassed expression as he looked at Fang Yu.

Fang Yu, however, did not seem to mind and remained calm as he looked back at everyone.

...

"I think, at least, we need to elect someone with superior medical skills and highly respected to lead us!"

"Right, otherwise, there's no way to command respect!"

"Which of the seniors present isn't more reputable than this kid? What's gotten into you today, Old Wu?"

...

At this point, Fang Yu raised his voice and said:

"I think you may not have understood me."

Hmm?

Everyone looked at Fang Yu, and even President Wu turned to look.

"I alone can cure this illness... bringing along so many incompetents will only hinder me!" Fang Yu said indifferently.

The crowd was in an uproar.

"Kid, who are you calling incompetent?"

"That's outrageous! Where do you think you are?"

"Youthful arrogance! Ignorance is bliss!"

...

Just then, the door creaked open.

A young doctor walked in and said softly, "President Wu, Divine Doctor Sun from Yanjing has arrived."

Hearing this news, the chaotic scene suddenly became quiet.

President Wu also took the opportunity to say, "All right, everyone be quiet, Divine Doctor Sun Qing has arrived, I will go greet him!"

"Divine Doctor Sun? The renowned Divine Doctor Sun? Great, I'll go too!"

"Me too!"

The doctors followed President Wu, heading downstairs en masse.

...

Fang Yu glanced at them disdainfully, walked to the doorway, leaned against the wall, and muttered, "It's just Sun Qing, making such a fuss."