Brightsea City General Hospital.
Lucy Lu borrowed a stove in the hospital's back kitchen to decoct medicine.
There were two prescriptions: one from Doctor Wu the Miracle Healer, and the other written by Evan Lin.
What surprised Lucy was that the medicine from Evan Lin's prescription gave off a faint, pleasant fragrance as it simmered.
It was simply unbelievable.
Could it be that this prescription had some special quality?
Lucy took out Evan Lin's prescription. The handwriting was carefree and elegant, but the list of Chinese herbs made her head spin.
Her specialty was Western medicine; she really didn’t know much about TCM.
"Xiaofei, how's the decoction coming along?"
Yvonne Yun, dressed in a white coat, walked over.
She was in a bad mood today; Doctor Wu the Miracle Healer had basically called her incompetent right in front of everyone in the ward.
But Yvonne couldn’t refute him—she really was outmatched.
At just over thirty, Yvonne Yun was the chief physician in charge of TCM at Brightsea City General Hospital.
"Director Yun, the medicine should be ready soon."
Seeing Yvonne approach, Lucy quickly stood up.
When Lucy first came to the hospital, it was Yvonne who brought her in, so their relationship was decent.
"Hmm? Why are you decocting two sets of medicine?" Yvonne noticed two pots on the stove and looked puzzled.
"Well, one batch is from Doctor Wu's prescription, and the other is from another TCM doctor. He said that if Doctor Wu's formula doesn't work, we can give President Sheng the other as a backup."
Lucy hurriedly answered. Yvonne frowned, "Another TCM doctor? Who is he?"
"Uh, I haven’t met him." Lucy really hadn’t met Evan Lin’s master—the prescription came from Evan’s ‘master,’ so her answer wasn’t wrong.
"You haven't met him?" Yvonne Yun shook her head slightly, unwilling to dwell on the issue. Instead, she said, "Let me see his prescription."
Lucy handed over the prescription. At first, Yvonne admired the elegant handwriting, but as she read the contents, her brows suddenly furrowed.
Lucy kept her eyes on Yvonne's face, and when she saw her expression grow serious, her heart skipped a beat. "What's wrong, Director Yun? Is there a problem with the prescription?"
"There's a problem—a big one." Yvonne crumpled the prescription and stuffed it into her pocket. "Do you know what will happen if this medicine is decocted and given to the patient?"
Yvonne's expression turned grave as she stared at Lucy. Lucy's heart sank—just from Yvonne's look, she knew there must be something seriously wrong with the prescription.
"If Manager Sheng takes this medicine, at best, the blood vessels in his skin will burst and he'll bleed under the skin. If it's worse, he could start bleeding from all seven orifices." Yvonne's voice was sharp.
"Bleeding from the seven orifices?" Lucy's heart jumped, her eyes wide in shock.
"That's right. Apricot kernel, eucommia, patchouli, and ginseng are all blood-supplementing herbs. Add poria, and it's a massive blood tonic. But Manager Sheng's meridians are blocked—his blood is already congested. If he takes this, his skin's blood vessels won't be able to handle the sudden rush, and the consequences could be disastrous!" Yvonne's face was stern. "Lucy, you may be fresh out of school, but this is a mistake you can't afford to make! This medicine could put the patient's life at risk!"
"I'm sorry!" Lucy was so anxious she was about to cry, cursing herself a hundred times over in her heart.
How could she have trusted that person’s word so easily?
There aren’t that many miracle old-school TCM doctors out there. If Yvonne hadn’t caught it, and this medicine was actually sent to the patient, one mouthful could have killed him—and the hospital would be held responsible.
Thinking of the possible consequences, Lucy was filled with regret.
Seeing Lucy’s miserable look, Yvonne’s heart softened and her expression eased. "Good thing I checked the prescription, or things could have turned out much worse. Doctor Wu’s medicine should be ready now—bring it to the patient."
Lucy hurried over, picked up the bowl of medicine decocted from Doctor Wu’s prescription, and poured it out from the pot.
"Come with me. Let’s see how effective Doctor Wu’s medicine really is."
Yvonne led the way, with Lucy carrying the medicine behind her. Evan Lin’s prescription pot was left simmering, ignored on the stove.
"Lucy, as doctors, we’re responsible for our patients—especially in traditional Chinese medicine. TCM herbs are complicated, and every prescription comes from thousands of years of trial and error. Never again trust some TCM doctor you haven’t even met, like you did today."
As they walked, Yvonne kept lecturing, and Lucy nodded, full of regret, assuring her she understood.
"Next time I see that kid, I’ll tell him his so-called old TCM master is unreliable. He’d better watch out."
Thinking this to herself, Lucy arrived outside the ICU ward.