Medical Sage

Northern Mountain City is one of the strongest cities in Jiangnan Province in terms of economic strength, development, and scale. It naturally boasts a high number of top universities nationwide, second only to the provincial capital, Tongzhou City. However, even with all this, Northern Mountain University remains the city’s only comprehensive key undergraduate institution, gathering many elite students.

The reason Northern Mountain University has become a key national undergraduate institution is mainly due to its Traditional Chinese Medicine program. In terms of both faculty strength and recent student performance, it ranks among the top of all Traditional Chinese Medicine colleges and key comprehensive undergraduate institutions across the country.

Furthermore, the former dean of the Traditional Medicine Affiliated Hospital of Northern Mountain University—Du Kangming—is a prominent figure in the Traditional Medicine Community, akin to a Mount Tai Beidou in the domestic field. His reputation greatly enhanced the TCM program, attracting countless young people filled with dreams about traditional Chinese medicine. They came to fulfill their aspirations and contribute to the revitalization of the field, just like Chen Fei.

In fact, the Traditional Chinese Medicine department at Northern Mountain University had once been his dream major. Unfortunately, his college entrance exam scores weren’t high enough, so he had to settle for a third-tier undergraduate university’s TCM program to continue his studies.

”So many foreigners!”

As the largest library in Northern Mountain City, it was also open to the public. Consequently, it attracted not only many locals but also numerous foreign exchange students and expatriates living in the city who liked to come here to read, study, and enrich their knowledge.

Gazing at the quiet interior of the library, Chen Fei tiptoed to the area where the Traditional Chinese Medicine books were kept. With the ease of familiarity, he retrieved a medical text titled *Inner Canon of Huangdi*.

This book is said to be one of China’s earliest medical classics, divided into two parts: *Spirit Pivot* and *Basic Questions*. It is an indispensable text for learners of Traditional Chinese Medicine, containing many theories that are simple to grasp, as well as many that are abstruse and profound, evolving into highly complex concepts.

It has been said that while the book is relatively easy to begin, it is very difficult to fully comprehend, and even more difficult to master and integrate its teachings.

If someone were to truly grasp it, they might not necessarily become the founder of a new school of TCM, but at the very least, becoming a Mount Tai Beidou of the current Traditional Medicine Community would be a certainty.

Previously, although Chen Fei had carefully studied this classic work, he had only barely managed to understand it, finding many of its obscure parts confusing and ambiguous.

But now, as he opened the first page of the *Inner Canon of Huangdi*, he felt a divine, exhilarating clarity. He could effortlessly understand the entire content on the page, and not just understand it, but completely absorb it, as if a college student were looking at elementary school arithmetic.

This is truly the work of an expert from the Cultivation World. Just receiving this legacy of memories allows me to understand the entire *Inner Canon of Huangdi*. If I learn his unique techniques and fully integrate them, wouldn’t I be able to become a Medical Sage?

As Chen Fei quickly flipped through the contents of the *Inner Canon of Huangdi*, he found to his excitement that he could understand the entire book. A thrill ran through him, an exhilarating feeling beyond words.

After confirming that he truly could comprehend the entire *Inner Canon of Huangdi* and that he had thoroughly integrated its knowledge, he put the book back and took out another: *Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases*.

This was also a classic text of traditional Chinese medicine, authored by the great master and representative figure of ancient Chinese traditional medicine—Zhang Zhongjing.

Although this book might not be more profound than the *Inner Canon of Huangdi*, its literal text was miles harder to understand. It had even formed its own systematic and highly valuable approach to differential diagnosis and treatment.

Logically speaking, even a TCM grandmaster would not dare to claim they had completely understood such a book, let alone mastered it. Yet Chen Fei’s senses clearly told him that this book—often a nightmare for students of TCM—posed no barrier to his reading or comprehension. He could easily and completely integrate its knowledge. In fact, for many diseases, Chen Fei felt his own understanding could surpass the theories presented.

”I’ve really hit the jackpot this time! Good deeds bring good rewards. Just for randomly helping someone, I received something so incredible. Does this mean I’m about to become a Divine Doctor?” Chen Fei said gleefully.

He knew, of course, that fully grasping both the *Inner Canon of Huangdi* and the *Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases* was an astonishing achievement.

”Will any doctor in the library please come to C District immediately? A guest has suddenly fallen ill and requires your assistance!”

Suddenly, the library’s quiet was broken by an urgent announcement from the staff, broadcast alternately in Chinese and English.

”Someone suddenly fell ill?” Chen Fei’s expression changed slightly. He quickly put the *Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases* back on the shelf and strode towards C District.

A doctor’s calling is to heal. As a physician, he couldn’t possibly ignore someone in need of help.

In no time, he arrived at C District, which had descended into chaos. A blonde, overweight foreigner in casual clothes was clutching his chest. His forehead was slick with sweat, his breathing was shallow, he was short of breath, and his body was twitching slightly.

The foreigner’s sudden ailment caused extreme panic among his black bodyguards and the library staff.

”Boss, boss, what’s happened to you?” one of the bodyguards cried out anxiously.

”Tucci, what’s wrong with you? Tucci, hold on! Northern Mountain University is very close; a doctor will be here soon!” a middle-aged man who looked like a government official said in English.

But no matter how anxious they were or how they tried to soothe him, the man called Tucci kept clutching his chest, his face twisted in pain as large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. His trembling lips had turned pale, and he couldn’t make a sound. His condition was critical.

”Please, make way. He’s having an acute myocardial infarction and needs immediate treatment,” Chen Fei said loudly, walking up to the government official after assessing the overweight foreigner’s pained expression and diagnosing his condition.

”You…” The government official was stunned that such a young man had stepped forward. This Mr. Tucci was a magnate from Italy, here in Northern Mountain City on an important investment inspection. If this youngster made things worse, who could possibly bear the responsibility?

At that moment, Tucci’s bodyguards seemed to catch on to Chen Fei’s intention. One asked in broken Chinese, ”Are you traditional medicine or Western medicine?”

”I practice Traditional Chinese Medicine!” Chen Fei’s brow furrowed. He could sense the man’s distrust and prejudice against TCM. His tone, when he said ”traditional medicine,” was thick with disdain and disbelief.

”What? Traditional medicine? That won’t do! Mr. Tucci is one of Italy’s finest designers. In your country, what you call ’traditional medicine’ isn’t recognized internationally; it’s considered superstition. If something happens to Mr. Tucci, can you take that responsibility?” Upon hearing Chen Fei was a TCM practitioner, the bodyguard immediately began to shout, clearly looking down on the practice, believing it to be superstition and that Chen Fei was unqualified to treat Mr. Tucci.

”No! TCM, no,” the other bodyguards chimed in rudely, having understood their colleague. They even tried to use their large frames to push Chen Fei away, trying to prevent him from ”harming” the esteemed Mr. Tucci.

Seeing this, the government official’s expression darkened. He said to Chen Fei, ”Young man, thank you for your kind offer, but you really are too young. It’s difficult to trust that you can save him. Let’s just wait a bit longer. The Traditional Medicine and Pharmacy Affiliated Hospital of Northern Mountain University is nearby; they should be sending someone over soon!”

Clearly, while he didn’t dismiss Traditional Chinese Medicine as superstition like the foreigners, he didn’t believe Chen Fei had the ability to save Mr. Tucci.

This young man doesn’t understand the gravity of the situation, daring to interfere in something so serious. He’s completely out of his depth.

”Fine, then I guess I was just sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong!” Chen Fei said with a frown. He glanced at the extremely pained Tucci, unable to completely ignore his conscience, and added lightly, ”However, I feel I must warn you. Mr. Tucci also seems to have severe hypertension and vascular disease. If he’s moved carelessly, or if he doesn’t receive effective treatment within the hour, he will likely suffer a massive myocardial infarction. By then, not even divine intervention could save him!”

After saying this, he walked away with a slight frown and sat down nearby.

However, with their minds already set in distrust and resistance, Chen Fei’s well-intentioned warning was completely ignored. They tried to help Mr. Tucci sit up, but just as they did, his condition took a turn for the worse.

”AH…”

As the bodyguards supported him, Tucci suddenly began to tremble more violently. His face turned ashen, and a hoarse scream escaped his quivering lips. His entire body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this, another doctor who had rushed over after hearing the announcement—a middle-aged man—paled and shouted at the bodyguards, ”You, let go! The patient is having a very severe, sudden myocardial infarction and seems to have developed other complications. You can’t move him rashly, or you’ll be signing his death warrant!”

After shouting, he quickly introduced himself to add credibility. ”I’m Liu Changshan from the Cardiovascular Department of Northern Mountain City Central Hospital. Quick, put him down!”

”Is it Dr. Liu? Thank goodness, please, take a look!” As an expert from the cardiovascular department of the city’s largest top-tier comprehensive hospital, the government official instantly recognized Liu Changshan’s name. Seeing him as a savior, he cried out for help. ”This is Mr. Tucci, a famous fashion designer from Italy. He’s here representing the Saint Laurent Group for an investment inspection. Nothing can happen to him!”