Chapter 46: Clinical Practice (Part I)

"You are not sick, next."

"You have a kidney deficiency, watch your restraint, next."

"This is arthritis, go to another consultation room."

"There is nothing majorly wrong with you either, don't waste other patients' time, next."

Before the patients could even sit down, Zhou Chen dismissed them.

Through his acute visual abilities and divine sense, he could instantly determine whether a patient had a serious condition.

Many people simply lacked peace of mind regarding their health and wanted Zhou Chen to check their pulses.

Zhou Chen did not want to waste time on them and told them to leave immediately.

Of course, some people were unconvinced.

"How do you know I'm fine without even taking my pulse? What if I actually have an ailment?"

"That's right, who diagnoses people like this? I haven't even sat down yet!"

"I've been waiting here all morning, woke up past six o'clock, and you brush me off with a casual sentence. Isn't this too reckless?"

Zhou Chen refused to argue with them about this matter.

One of the best ways to solve a problem was to redirect it to people facing much bigger problems.

"If you truly believe there is something wrong with you, go get a full-body checkup. Don't delay other patients who genuinely need my treatment. My time is limited, and I only have so many hours a day for consultations."

"It makes no difference to me, but those patients who suffer an extra day of agony for every day they are delayed will endure endless torment because of your unreasonable disturbance here."

Zhou Chen's words instantly resonated with the other patients waiting in the hall.

"The little divine doctor already said you're fine, do you have to insist there's something wrong with you? Believe it or not, I'll break your legs and you'll really have something wrong with you right now!"

"My lungs are failing, breathing is a form of torture, please stop wasting time!"

"Exactly! If you really think you're sick, go get a full-body checkup. Why are you wasting everyone's time here?"

Under the pressure of public outrage, those people slunk away in defeat.

As time passed, Zhou Chen treated patient after patient.

Minor ailments could be spotted by Zhou Chen at a glance with a verbal instruction, allowing the consultation speed to be extremely fast.

Only those suffering from terminal illnesses, such as leukemia, diabetes, and cancer, warranted more of Zhou Chen's time.

For leukemia caused by viral infections, Zhou Chen could deploy disease-devouring bugs to consume the viruses.

However, if the leukemia was caused by prolonged exposure to paint and the body's absorption of formaldehyde, the disease-devouring bugs were powerless, as this was a malfunction of the body's own cells.

Nevertheless, Zhou Chen could use the Taiji Creation Needles to circulate the energy within the patient's cells, temporarily elevating them to the cellular strength of a cultivator and forcibly restoring the malfunctioning hematopoietic stem cells.

Afterward, he prescribed some traditional Chinese medicines to nourish Qi and blood, instructing the patients to consume more nutritious foods during this period.

"Alright, your leukemia has been completely cured. In the future, do not have long-term contact with items heavy in formaldehyde."

The patient was a renovation worker who had contracted leukemia due to prolonged exposure to radioactive materials.

He was a man with a large frame, and one could imagine he must have been quite robust before falling ill with leukemia.

At this moment, however, he was as thin as a skeleton, resembling a zombie straight out of a movie.

His family members found it hard to believe Zhou Chen's words, but he believed it himself.

Because he could feel his physical state was unprecedentedly good, accompanied by an intense sensation of hunger; his body desperately needed a massive amount of nutrients.

Previously, eating was out of the question—even drinking a sip of water would cause him to retch, his gastrointestinal tract starved of oxygen due to chronic anemia.

He dropped to his knees right before Zhou Chen, a burly, rugged man now streaming with tears.

"Divine doctor! You are the second-parent benefactor to my entire family. Over the past few years, I've had to take imported anti-leukemia medicine every single day. My family was drained dry by my illness, and our house was eaten away by medical bills. More than once, I wanted to jump off a building and end my life, but I couldn't bear to leave my family."

"You have given me a second life, you are my second-parent benefactor! From now on, whenever you have any use for Wu Jianjun, just give the word!"

This was not the first time such cries had echoed in the consultation room.

Unflustered, Zhou Chen took a sip of the tea Zhang Bingnan had brewed for him.

"Your name is Wu Jianjun, right? Leave me your phone number; there will indeed be times when I have use for you in the future."

Zhou Chen noted down Wu Jianjun's phone number and instructed him to supplement his nutrition heavily in the coming days.

Although leukemia was not incurable, the difficulty of treatment was immense.

For other leukemia patients, Zhou Chen treated them in batches so as not to appear too divine or miraculous in his methods.

However, Wu Jianjun was somewhat special; Zhou Chen's divine sense had discovered that his constitution differed from ordinary people—meaning he possessed decent aptitude for immortal cultivation.

While incomparable to the congenital Yin-Yang spiritual body of the fetus he encountered earlier, he was already an adult, and with proper cultivation and nurturing, he could become a capable subordinate.

Zhou Chen had thought things through clearly during this period: practicing cultivation in this era required building one's own sphere of influence.

If nothing else, merely collecting cultivation resources required leveraging the power of capital.

Relying solely on healing patients to make wealthy tycoons and high-ranking officials collect medicinal herbs for him was clearly unrealistic.

Furthermore, most of his time in the future would be dedicated to cultivation; he inevitably needed a few subordinates to run errands and handle chores.

"Hello, little divine doctor, we meet again!"

The next patient entering the consultation room was a woman dressed in exceptionally revealing attire, wearing a spicy black-silk hot-girl outfit.

It was none other than Li Nainai, the cervical cancer patient Zhou Chen had treated previously.

The cancer cells in Li Nainai's body had already been about one-third devoured by the soul-devouring bugs, and today marked her second course of treatment.

Zhou Chen nodded. "Go lie down in the acupuncture room."

Zhou Chen held no favorable impression of Li Nainai.

After all, patients who contracted cervical cancer were fundamentally women with chaotic and unprincipled private lives.

Noticing the camera she carried specifically for shooting videos, she was likely one of those short-video bloggers.

Posting edgy videos, opening live broadcasts, and then hooking up with the top-tier donors who showered her with gifts.

Though Li Nainai appeared cheerful on the surface, she was also quite sharp. Sensing Zhou Chen's attitude toward her, she grew much quieter.

"Thank you, little divine doctor, this big sister isn't as despicable as you think!"

With that, Li Nainai left with a somewhat dejected mood.

Unmoved, Zhou Chen proceeded to treat the next patient.

The next patient wore a gold necklace, gold bracelets, and gold rings, cutting the absolute figure of an upstart.

He wasn't waiting in line by sequence; he had simply cut straight to the front.

"You're the divine doctor my mom talked about? How can someone so young have any decent medical skills?"

Clutching a handbag and wearing sunglasses, the look of contempt for Zhou Chen was written all right across his face.

Zhou Chen glanced at him, swept him with his divine sense, and grasped the man's condition instantly.

"Mid-to-late-stage lung cancer. You have at most two more years to live."

Wang Qiang's heart sank. He swore he had never seen this young man before, yet he could diagnose his condition with a single phrase.

"Did my mom tell you that?"

Zhou Chen picked up his teacup and took a sip. "I can completely cure your cancer and let you live for several more decades just like a normal person. But before treatment, I'd like to ask what your net worth is?"

Wang Qiang sneered. "A wet-behind-the-ears brat like you can cure cancer? Better let your elders come instead!"