Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Hearing this question, Du Changgong didn't answer, but his whole body shuddered.

Recently, Du Changgong indeed felt poor appetite and moodiness, but he thought it was just indigestion. What does that have to do with fainting?

"I'll ask you again, have you ever experienced a stabbing pain in your head while looking at documents?" Fang Yu pressed on.

"—"

Du Changgong staggered back a step.

This matter was known only to him. He had never taken it seriously, as resting for a moment had always alleviated the pain. How was this related to fainting?

"Let me ask you, have any spots appeared on your body recently?" Fang Yu stared sharply at Du Changgong, "Don't deny it. Last time in the hall, I saw you holding skin medication in your hand, and the spots had faded. Director Du has good medical skills, even knowing self-care."

"—"

Du Changgong trembled violently.

He looked at Fang Yu in disbelief.

"So what if I have these issues? They're just minor problems. The fainting today was caused by exhaustion. Stop talking nonsense!" Du Changgong retorted.

Fang Yu shook his head.

His eyes filled with pity.

"It's a pity you're a doctor... There's an old saying that goes, 'A dike of a thousand miles may collapse from an ant's nest'. Ants, although small, can bring down an elephant," Fang Yu said with his hands behind his back, "Your face is pale and gaunt, your forehead dark, your eyes lifeless... all these signs indicate that your health is about to collapse!"

"Impossible! You're talking nonsense! If these are just minor issues, why didn't the medical instruments detect it!?" Du Changgong cried loudly.

"Look, here we go again!" Fang Yu said helplessly, "If you don't believe it, press down on the area of your heart on your chest..."

For a time, the ward quieted down.

The words spoken by Fang Yu were like a lesson for the doctors.

Everyone listened quietly to his analysis of Du Changgong's condition.

Du Changgong couldn't believe it, but he still raised his hand and pressed down.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, Du Changgong nearly fell down.

In that instant, his vision darkened, his chest felt as if it was being crushed by a boulder. Following that, a surge of blood rushed up, shaking his entire body, and sweat drenched his back.

Now, he believed it!

Fang Yu raised his hand, pointing to Du Changgong's heart, and said, "We all know building blocks... each piece of the block is normal and robust. The shape built up is also beautiful... but if we just pull out one piece, no matter how high and magnificent the tower is, it will ultimately be destroyed... Your heart is just the beginning of your collapse!"

Du Changgong was too weak to argue. He felt breathing become difficult.

His face turned pale, and he kept sweating profusely.

The Director hurriedly said, "Prepare oxygen immediately!"

A group of doctors began to stabilize Du Changgong's condition.

Yet, Fang Yu stood still, shaking his head.

Beside him, Xu Zhaopei asked earnestly, "Since you know his illness, there must be a cure, right?"

Fang Yu turned his head, looked at Xu Zhaopei, spread his hands and smiled, "There's no treatment."

"Isn't it just minor issues?"

"I already said it, it's like building a tower with sand; the condition has erupted... Strictly speaking, it's incurable!" Fang Yu explained.

It was like a hundred simple poisons coming together to form a deadly toxin.

Fang Yu knew further explanation was futile, turned his head, and left the ward.

Xu Zhaopei chased after him and grabbed him.

"Are you sure you can cure him, or is it because he has been opposing you everywhere, that you're choosing not to treat him?" Xu Zhaopei asked.

Fang Yu stared into Xu Zhaopei's large eyes and said, "Do you think I'm so petty in your eyes?"

"Then why don't you treat him?"

Fang Yu brushed her hands off, his expression turning serious and his gaze sincere, word by word he declared: "Sorry... I can't save him..."

...

...

Back in the duty room.

Fang Yu sat quietly in his chair, watching the patients and doctors come and go outside.

Reflecting on what had just happened, he asked himself.

Can he really not be treated?

When he first joined Hua University Hospital, he had claimed that as long as a person is still breathing, he can be saved. How boastful that statement was.

In fact, Fang Yu had countless methods to cure Du Changgong.

But...

This illness's treatment required him to expend his Inner Essence.

Eight years ago, ever since Fang Yu had entered the path of cultivation with the Divine Dragon Technique, he obtained Inner Essence.

The last time he treated that car accident victim, it almost exhausted all his Inner Essence. How could Fang Yu take such a risk again? He didn't believe that every time he would be so lucky to revive like springtime in Dead Wood.

Moreover—

A person like Du Changgong doesn't deserve to use the noble Inner Essence of the Divine Dragon Technique!

...

Afternoon.

The sun was slanting westward, and sunlight covered the windowsill of the duty room.

The longevity flower bloomed like the charming red lips of a woman, displaying its enchanting allure.

Fang Yu still stayed in the duty room.

At this moment, he saw Xu Zhaopei at the end of the corridor, along with the head of the hospital, Wu Cunzhong, and others.

Following that, there appeared Du Changgong, covered in sweat and pain.

He dragged his exhausted body, enduring the pain, and with difficulty approached Fang Yu—

Thump!

Du Changgong knelt down!

His face filled with regret and repentance.

"Doctor Fang! It was all my fault before! I was completely wrong! Please..."

"Save me!"

Saying so, he then kowtowed forcefully.

Everyone watched, shaking their heads in quiet disapproval.

However, Fang Yu remained indifferent, as if it was all unrelated to him.

Seeing that he was unresponsive, Du Changgong kowtowed again.

Bang!

...

A male doctor couldn't bear to watch anymore and asked, "Fang Yu, please save him. Although he always troubled you before, hasn't he apologized now? With your high medical skills, you must have a way to treat him."

This time.

Besides Xu Zhaopei and Wu Cunzhong, other doctors also started to echo.

"Yes, save him."

"He's just a bit harsh, not a bad person."

...

Listening to their words, Fang Yu looked down, glancing faintly at Du Changgong.

"There is indeed a way to cure this illness—"

This statement excited everyone.

Including Du Changgong himself.

"What way?"

"A life for a life!"

Fang Yu spoke seriously, "As the name implies, using someone else's life to exchange for yours... your body's organs are failing one by one... if you want to live, then replace your heart with a new heart, your liver with a new liver… every failing organ must be replaced."

Saying this, his tone turned colder—

"Since you all want to save Director Du, well then, who among you is willing to donate their organs?" Fang Yu's gaze swept across each doctor, "Don't worry, I assure you, my replacement technique is more effective and safer than Western medicine!"

The moment these words fell.

The room fell silent.

This was about organ transplantation!

Any normal person would need to think it over.

And even replacing one might not necessarily save him, clearly, Du Changgong needed a whole new body!

Everyone wore grim expressions!

Du Changgong staggered, his face turned pale, his eyes widened, and he collapsed to the ground!