Strongest Medical Saint

After Zheng Wanqing and Zheng Linyi returned to the hospital ward.

Zheng Hongyuan said with a solemn expression, "Wanqing, Linyi, originally, when I heard your description, I thought the person who sold you the medicine was a master, so I took it very seriously. Now that I've seen this person with my own eyes, isn't he too young?"

"Your uncle's suspicions are not without reason. Even if he has skills, is simply pointing at Xiangming's Yintang point considered his treatment? I'm afraid only the Immortals from legends would have such abilities, right? Do you think he could be an Immortal?"

Zheng Linyi pouted, defending unwillingly, "But Grandpa, it was indeed the big brother's medicine that cured you, and the big brother would definitely not lie to me, I believe what the big brother said."

Zheng Wenmao scoffed, "How long have you known him? How can you be so sure he hasn't deceived you?"

"You've recounted the process of him making the medicine once—he just dissolved a purple leaf in water."

"The miraculous effect of that bottle of water must come from the leaf. Maybe that boy has no skills at all, perhaps he just inadvertently obtained the leaf and coincidentally knew of its effects, so he dared to deceive people so brazenly."

Just as Zheng Wanqing's lips began to move, wanting to speak, Zheng Hongyuan waved his hand, "No need to say anymore, he wants us to throw away our Jade Pendants? We've personally experienced the magic of these pendants, he is just spouting nonsense."

"You two are still too young. That boy said the collapse of the road was caused by the Jade Pendants we wear. Think calmly— if our pendants could cause such immense damage, why hasn't there been similar destruction before? He's clearly making up stories."

"Regardless, we just gave him another ten million for the previous bottle of medicine, so we didn't exactly get a bargain."

"He definitely doesn't have more of those purple leaves; otherwise, why didn't he make that medicine just now?"

Zheng Hongyuan frowned deeply, very dissatisfied with Shen Feng's attitude toward him.

Moreover, Shen Feng's defamation of their Jade Pendants made him even less likely to believe what Shen Feng said.

With the immediate necessity to prepare for the funeral of his second son, Zheng Liangpeng, Zheng Hongyuan continued, "Alright, I will contact experts from other hospitals." "At least, Xiaming is not in life-threatening danger now, so the two of you don't have to worry too much. I'm going to head back to the Zheng Family to see how the funeral preparations are coming along?"

Towards the end, Zheng Hongyuan's face was filled with sorrow.

Zheng Wenmao glanced at Zheng Wanqing and Zheng Linyi, "You two stay here and keep your dad company, don't try to find that boy from just now. All I see is he has nothing but tricks up his sleeve."

After Zheng Hongyuan and Zheng Wenmao left.

Zheng Linyi pursed her lips and asked, "Wanqing sister, do you think the big brother could be a swindler?"

Zheng Wanqing's face showed complexity as she shook her head, "I don't know."

"I've always believed that the big brother can't be a swindler, dad will definitely wake up within two days," Zheng Linyi asserted.

Meanwhile.

After Shen Feng left Zheng Xiangming's ward, he was planning to leave the hospital to check the collapsed road section.

However, as he passed by the door of a regular ward

which was wide open, accusatory voices came from inside.

"Dean Kong, it was Su Jingyu who prescribed the medication for the patient today, and now the patient's heart has completely stopped beating. I've taken emergency measures, but unfortunately, I couldn't get the patient's heart to start again. The patient's condition was stable yesterday, and if the family finds out the patient has died, they definitely won't let it go. I had assured the family yesterday that the patient was stable and not in danger of dying."

"Moreover, the patient's family works at a TV station, and if this matter gets out, it would be very detrimental to our hospital. This is all the result of Su Jingyu prescribing the wrong medication, and it's as if she buried the patient with her own hands. I think she should take full responsibility, we owe that much to the patient's family. After all, she's just an intern, and by doing this, we can keep the negative impact to the lowest," the voice continued.

Hearing the name "Su Jingyu," Shen Feng's steps halted momentarily as his gaze shifted toward the inside of the hospital ward.

It was precisely because of a major traffic accident near the hospital that Su Jingyu had left in such a hurry yesterday.

Inside the ward stood five people—a mix of men and women, nurses and doctors.

A young man clad in a white lab coat looked at Su Jingyu with an accusatory face.

The young man was named Zhou Kun, with a horse-like face. He and Su Jingyu had started their internships at the hospital at almost the same time, yet he had completed his internship months ago and had become a formal doctor.

Among them was an elderly man who seemed to be in his fifties or sixties. His gaze swept back and forth between Su Jingyu and Zhou Kun; he was the dean of the hospital, Kong Yaonian.

An incident of medical malpractice had occurred in his hospital, and now someone had to take responsibility for it.

"Su Jingyu, was it you who prescribed the medication to the patient today?" Dean Kong asked.

Before Su Jingyu could respond, the doctors and nurses nearby began to speak up.

"Dean Kong, I can testify that I personally saw Su Jingyu prescribing medication to the patient today."

"Indeed, I can also testify. When I came to the ward, Su Jingyu was just prescribing medication to the patient."

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With a solemn expression, Dean Kong asked again, "Su Jingyu, do you have anything to explain?"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Standing amidst colleagues who revealed their ugliest sides, Su Jingyu was incredibly tense, even starting to tremble slightly.

The medication had clearly been prescribed by Zhou Kun today, but now the blame was being placed on her.

Zhou Kun had pursued her for a time, but unfortunately, she was not interested in him and had made it clear that there was no possibility between them.

Ever since then, Zhou Kun had harbored resentment toward Su Jingyu. Last night he had fought with a bar girl until the early hours, and today, still groggy, he had made the fatal error of prescribing the wrong medication, which directly led to a patient's death.

Naturally, Zhou Kun did not want to take any responsibility. Killing a patient whose condition had been stable would utterly ruin his future.

Thus, he naturally shifted the blame to Su Jingyu.

He had some connections with the vice president of the hospital, which explained why he had finished his internship so early.

In fact, before this incident, no one had really seen who had prescribed the medication to the patient. It was simply because of Zhou Kun's connections that they saw it as an opportunity to curry favor, hence they all chose to stand with Zhou Kun.

Su Jingyu's right hand was gripping the phone in her pocket.

She normally had two phones—one number for professional contacts and the other known only to family and friends. The phone she had given to Shen Feng was for work-related contacts.

Facing these slanders,

Su Jingyu bit her lip so hard that her teeth ached. In truth, all it would take was one phone call home, and everything here would be taken care of for her.

Yet she didn't want to make that call. Making it would mean compromising with her family. But should she really accept the blame for causing someone's death?

Who would believe her now if she tried to explain?