I Can Hear the Heart's Voice of Traditional Chinese Medicine

Chapter 459 - 191: There Is No Wave Without Wind, Nor Wind Without a Hollow Cave

Even if he were really allowed to treat patients, Liu Rong doubted if the other party could even take a pulse.

But unexpectedly, the young man he had offended a few months ago over trivial matters, and subsequently driven out of the District Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, had suddenly become a director of the Yong City Chinese Medical Association.

Perhaps, even now, the other party isn’t even a chief doctor of Traditional Chinese Medicine, possibly just diagnosing patients at the Health Center, but to become a director of the Yong City Chinese Medical Association, and to have the support of people like Huang Beishan, Liu Rong didn’t doubt for a moment that one day, Lu Xuan could become the director of the City First Hospital.

Plus, Lu Xuan had saved Ji Huan, making his rise to power inevitable.

And yet he himself had driven such a person out of the District Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Once the director learns of this, he’ll probably be furious enough to want to kill him.

Of course, that’s not all there is to it.

The key is, if Lu Xuan really wanted revenge, he wouldn’t remain in his current position as director either.

It’s brutal, but that’s the reality.

Thinking of this, Liu Rong couldn’t help but show a bitter smile.

Who would have thought this kind of thing could happen?

Seeing the bitter smile flash across Liu Rong’s lips, Old Wu patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Feeling shocked? To be honest, when I first heard about it from Old Xie, I was just like you, maybe even more surprised; my jaw almost dropped."

"It’s too shocking. If Old Xie hadn’t said it, I wouldn’t dare believe it. A young man in his early twenties achieving such terrifying accomplishments in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, it’s hard to believe even if it spreads."

"Isn’t that so?"

Old Wu asked with a chuckle.

However, he didn’t notice the growing bitterness on Liu Rong’s face as he heard these words.

Was it that he couldn’t believe these things?

Or was it just too shocking?

Partly, yes, but mostly because, at this moment, Lu Xuan, who had already become a director of the Yong City Chinese Medical Association, was the very person he had driven out of the District Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine two months ago!

That’s what made it so bitter for him!

To tell others about this, everyone would probably think he was crazy!

Such an excellent young talent, and he had shut the door on him.

At this moment, Liu Rong suddenly understood why Xie Mingsong didn’t want to bring up this matter.

In fact, he hadn’t mentioned it even after returning from City First Hospital, nor did he speak of anything about Lu Xuan.

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would probably have doubted it even if Xie Mingsong had told him.

Xie Mingsong seemed to see the bitterness flash across Liu Rong’s lips, sighed, and said, "Blessings come uninvited, disasters cannot be avoided, don’t overthink it. If he truly wanted revenge, he would have done so long ago, and there would have been some commotion by now. Maybe the man doesn’t care, but you’d best think about how to explain this to the director; he’s still in the dark."

Liu Rong let out a bitter laugh.

Thinking of the director, he couldn’t help but shiver.

If the director found out about this, he might very well want to kill him too.

Old Wu, however, hearing this, was puzzled: "Old Xie, what exactly are you saying? What’s this about revenge or not revenge?"

Xie Mingsong didn’t say much, instead turning to look at Liu Rong.

Seeing Xie Mingsong look at him, Liu Rong could only reply, half laughing, half crying, "Teacher Wu, this is probably not something for Teacher Xie to say; I should explain it myself."

"Uh..."

Old Wu was somewhat stunned by Liu Rong’s reaction, looking puzzled and incredulous: "Could there really be a story here?"

"Story is hard to say, but there’s definitely an incident."

Liu Rong smiled helplessly: "Earlier, I wondered why Teacher Xie didn’t tell me about these things, now I understand."

"Oh?"

"How so?"

Old Wu raised an eyebrow.

Liu Rong took a deep breath, gathered his thoughts, and slowly said: "Actually, Lu Xuan was just an intern in the internal medicine department of our Beijiang District Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital two months ago."

Upon hearing this, Old Wu visibly paused; Lu Xuan was an intern at the Beijiang District Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital?

Why hadn’t he heard Xie Mingsong mention this before?

He instinctively glanced at Xie Mingsong, but didn’t ask; Liu Rong would probably tell, and Liu Rong’s mentioned incident probably had a lot to do with him, otherwise Xie Mingsong wouldn’t have mentioned revenge.

Moments earlier, Old Wu might not have understood what Xie Mingsong meant by revenge, but now, he was beginning to grasp it.

Liu Rong must have offended Lu Xuan.

And Lu Xuan leaving the District Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine likely had a lot to do with Liu Rong.

Considering Liu Rong’s temperament, this was not unlikely.

"However, over some trivial matters, I drove him out of the District Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and directly sent him to Qiu City’s street Health Center. After he went to Qiu City’s street Health Center, I didn’t pay any more attention."

Liu Rong’s subsequent words sent a shiver through Old Wu’s body; his guesses were spot on, and he seemed to understand why Liu Rong knew of Lu Xuan but wasn’t aware of his later achievements.

After all, for a traditional Chinese medicine intern sent to a Health Center, his career seemed doomed to stagnation, so Liu Rong naturally wouldn’t pay further attention to such an intern.

But, in just two months, Lu Xuan had evolved from a just-graduated intern to a visiting doctor at the United South Chinese Medicine Association, and even a director of the Yong City Chinese Medical Association; this pace was truly astonishing.

"Who could have imagined that in less than two months he’d already be a visiting doctor at the United South Chinese Medicine Association, and now he’s even becoming a director."

With those words, Liu Rong’s face appeared even more bitter.

Old Wu didn’t know what to say; such things weren’t imaginable for Liu Rong himself, much less for anyone else.

However, when he thought about the fact that Lu Xuan was just a newly graduated intern yet had already achieved such high accomplishments in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, Old Wu couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath.

His gaze toward Lu Xuan gradually turned odd.

Recently graduated, yet capable in acupuncture to make masters like Zhou Jiande feel inferior, and holding extraordinary medicine skills qualifying him to serve as a director of the Yong City Chinese Medical Association—looking nationwide, he was unparalleled.

"Teacher Xie, though Lu Xuan wasn’t your assistant before, you knew all the interns in the internal medicine department, having seen them at least; wouldn’t not recognize Lu Xuan when you saw him at City First Hospital, nor mentioned it upon returning?"

From Liu Rong’s tone, there was a trace of resentment.

Xie Mingsong wasn’t mad, and calmly said, "Saying it wouldn’t have helped; do you intend to invite him back to diagnose at the District Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine? Given his current medical skills and status, not just this hospital, but even the City Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital might not get him, and I have heard something..."

"What news?" Old Wu couldn’t help but be curious before Liu Rong even asked further.

After pondering for a moment, Xie Mingsong said, "There seems to be some intention to shake things up at the Qiu City street Health Center. Perhaps, not long from now, there’ll be a new Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, possibly even one named after someone."

"Old Xie, are you suggesting..."

Old Wu’s mouth dropped wide open in disbelief, "This can’t be. I recognize Lu Xuan’s skills, but he has just graduated, lacking even a year of work experience, and isn’t a chief Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor—not qualified to be a hospital director!"

Though Liu Rong remained silent, his expression mirrored Old Wu’s disbelief.

"There’s no smoke without fire, no wind without a hollow sound."

Xie Mingsong gazed at the two of them and slowly spoke: "The fact this story circulates naturally suggests some covert operation; though only small in scope, nobody has come forward to refute it, which means it’s more likely than not true.

Regarding your comments, it’s not necessary for him to be a direct director, acting director can do as well!

When his qualifications align, a conversion would pose no problem whatsoever.

As for support from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Circle, folks like Huang Beishan are no pushovers; if the person appointed as a director today turns out to be Lu Xuan, then this director position is indeed destined for him."

"Uh..."

Old Wu clamped his mouth shut, stunned silent, and his face froze in astonishment.

Indeed, with the support of the Yong City Chinese Medical Association director post, Lu Xuan serving as the director of a small Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital wouldn’t pose any issue.

Furthermore, with backing from people like Huang Beishan, no one would dare say anything.

Not to mention, the mind behind this affair is surely that individual.