The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 494: Chapter 494 Harm Others Harm Yourself_1

However, the acupuncture that had always slightly alleviated the symptoms was now utterly ineffectual, and the woman continued to gasp for air, her voice straining.

Her body was shaking more and more violently.

At this, Old Sun also panicked.

After trying several other methods, a look of defeat appeared on his face.

“Is there… no way left?” Terry Cooke asked in a daze.

Old Sun shook his head, about to speak when he suddenly thought of something and urgently said, “Quick, find that young man from earlier, bring him back here.”

“Are you referring to Barry Wolfe?”

After asking, Terry Cooke also realized.

Wolfe had said earlier that his wife was about to give out. At the time, they thought Wolfe was just spouting mystic nonsense, but it had come true so quickly.

Since Wolfe had foreseen it and had consistently wanted to help, he must have a way.

With this realization, Terry Cooke no longer hesitated and dashed out.

But as soon as he stepped outside, he was stunned—he had no idea where the man had gone.

“Duncan Kong, right, call him.”

Having the revelation, Terry Cooke pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number that had called earlier.

“We’re in the Mercedes up ahead, come over by yourself.”

As soon as the call connected, Duncan Kong, as if he had foreseen this moment, casually dropped a sentence and then hung up, his attitude cold as if he were a stranger.

But to Terry Cooke’s ears, it was like the sound of heaven.

He looked around and immediately spotted the Mercedes, and hurried over as fast as he could.

Inside the Mercedes, Duncan Kong saw Terry Cooke running toward them and turned his head in shock, “Boss, he… he’s really come.”

“Yeah, go on down.”

Greg Jensen’s face was calm, as if nothing was wrong, as he opened the car door and stepped out.

Duncan Kong paused for a moment before following him out of the car.

By the time they got out, Terry Cooke had already reached them and, without a word, knelt before Jensen.

“Mr. Wolfe, I’m sorry, I was blind before. Please, if you can save my wife, I’ll do anything you ask,” he begged.

“Get up first,” Jensen frowned and gestured for Duncan Kong to help him up, then asked, “What’s the situation with your wife now?”

“Unconscious, convulsing all over, seems like she’s having trouble breathing.”

“Symptoms of organ failure are showing.”

Hearing this, Terry Cooke’s face went even paler, and he pleaded with a tremble, “Mr. Wolfe, I beg you, you must save her, if you don’t, she’ll really have no hope.”

Jensen frowned and said, “Alright, let’s go have a look now, but if she’s already too far gone, don’t blame me.”

“Yes, yes.”

Terry Cooke had thought that Wolfe would take advantage of the situation to extort or insult him, but he had agreed so readily.

Overjoyed, he quickly agreed, and then ran back to the clinic as fast as he could.

“Doctor Sun…”

Old Sun was already sweating with anxiety when he saw Terry Cooke coming. He hurriedly asked, “Is he here?”

“He is, he is.”

“Quick, let him have a look.”

The same Old Sun who had been cold and stern with Jensen just a while ago had now done a complete one-eighty in attitude. He rushed to make way, more eager than if meeting his own father.

Jensen ignored him, walking straight to the woman’s side. He saw her eyes tightly closed, her lips turning blue, her body trembling uncontrollably.

After taking the woman’s pulse, he scolded without turning his head, “Illness isn’t treated the way you do. You’ve misdiagnosed her condition and still have the nerve to give acupuncture and reprimand others.”

Before his words had fallen, he had already taken a silver needle from his bag and pierced it into the woman’s body.

In the blink of an eye, five needles had already been inserted.

Old Master Sun’s face turned beet red from what Greg Jensen was saying; he was about to retort when his eyes suddenly widened in disbelief.

Because, to his astonishment, the woman’s complexion turned rosy in an instant, and her breathing became much steadier.

How is this possible?

Old Master Sun was dumbfounded. He had been busy for half the day without any response, so how come she began to improve after someone else had seen her for just a few moments?

What was going on?

“Do you understand where you went wrong?”

“I… I don’t.”

Greg Jensen said indifferently, “You’ve read a lot of books and know many prescriptions, but your diagnostic methods are rubbish.

Traditional Chinese Medicine is about treating according to differentiation, your skills, while sufficient for common ailments such as headaches and fevers, are better left aside for difficult and complex diseases like flaccidity syndrome; it’s harmful to both others and yourself.”

Old Master Sun was so embarrassed that his ears turned red, but he knew that Greg Jensen was not wrong.

He learned his medical skills from an old village doctor, but they had spent too little time together, so a lot of his pulse diagnoses were groped from descriptions in books.

With more common diseases, the cases were plentiful and, over time, he had accumulated certain experience, which posed no great issue for him now.

But when it came to flaccidity syndrome, he was somewhat at a loss.

He knew Terry Cooke’s wife had flaccidity syndrome, yet he had no idea what caused the disease.

As a result, despite all his efforts, Terry Cooke’s wife’s condition had still not improved.

Silver needles were inserted into the woman’s body, one by one; some disappearing up to the handle, others just touching lightly, with varying depth and angles.

Greg Jensen’s hands moved with incredible speed, leaving Old Master Sun dazzled by the display.

After a little while, Terry Cooke’s wife’s breathing began to lengthen until it was no different from that of a normal person’s—as if she were simply asleep.

Terry Cooke was still somewhat nervous, but his complexion had improved significantly.

Meanwhile, Old Master Sun could not help asking, “Mr. Wolfe, what caused her flaccidity syndrome?”

His attitude was very respectful, a stark contrast to his previous demeanor.

A man in his fifties, he was like a primary school student asking his teacher a question, standing respectfully to the side, cautiously inquiring:

“I noticed her dry mouth and bitterness, a white and greasy tongue coating, which is clearly an upward surge of damp heat.” @@novelbin@@

Greg Jensen said indifferently, “Then have you ever considered what exactly caused her symptoms of damp heat to surge upward?”

“This…”

“Is it the damp heat that caused the flaccidity syndrome, or is it the flaccidity syndrome that caused the damp heat?”

Boom!

Upon hearing Greg Jensen’s last question, Old Master Sun felt his head buzz as all that he had been unable to understand suddenly became crystal clear.

Regret showed plainly on his face as he bowed deeply to Greg Jensen.

Greg Jensen could feel his motion, but he had no reaction, regardless of whether the other party was apologizing or expressing gratitude, as it was all deserved.

Seeing no response from Greg Jensen, Old Master Sun did not mind and turned to bow to Terry Cooke as well.

Terry Cooke jumped with fright, “Doctor Sun, what are you doing? Please get up.”

Old Master Sun shook his head, saying, “Terry, I treated your wife’s disease incorrectly; otherwise, she might have been cured long ago.”

“Oh, why talk about this?”

Terry Cooke was a forthright man and laughed it off, shaking his head, “So many years have passed. Without your help, my wife might not have lasted until now, right?”

“This…”

Old Master Sun was at a loss for words and could only offer an awkward chuckle in response.

At that moment, Terry Cooke’s wife finally began to stir on the bed.