Chapter 108: Rescued

"Director Wang will explain the situation to you in detail," he said, looking at Lu Hao with a serious expression.

"Let’s go. We’ll find a seat in the corridor and go over the specifics," Zhao Qiang said, leading the way toward the corridor of the First People’s Hospital, gesturing for Lu Hao to follow.

Lu Hao nodded and quickly caught up. Soon, he was seated alongside Zhao Qiang and the attending physician, Director Wang.

Director Wang began his briefing. "Dr. Lu, Miss Sun suffered a traumatic brain injury during a car accident. When we performed the emergency surgery, we discovered that her brain matter had effectively been shattered."

"She was rushed to the Military District Hospital for surgery. At the time, a critical condition notice had already been issued; she had essentially brushed shoulders with death. Fortunately, the doctors there were highly skilled and managed to bring her back."

"However, this resulted in another problem: the posterior cranial tissue could not be repaired. It is now in a chaotic state. She has entered a persistent vegetative state, unable to control her movements, and we are uncertain if she retains any cognitive function. She cannot control her sleep, nor her bladder or bowel movements. That, in essence, is her current condition."

Upon hearing this, Lu Hao nodded immediately. "I noticed. She does indeed have a faint smell of urine on her."

The remark left Zhao Qiang and Dr. Wang stunned. *I mean, you’re a doctor—can’t you maintain some discretion regarding patient privacy? You just say it right to our faces!* Miss Sun Zihuan was already in a vegetative state, and to have the issue of bedwetting pointed out so bluntly—Lu Hao’s tongue was truly ruthless.

"This... Dr. Lu, let’s steer away from that. Let’s discuss other matters. Miss Sun Zihuan’s injury report and our joint diagnosis are all here. Please, take a look." To break the awkward silence, Director Wang took a thick file from a nurse standing behind him.

"No need. I’ll just fall asleep if I read it. I never look at files when I treat patients at my clinic," Lu Hao said, yawning as he checked the time on his phone.

"I see... Then let me explain the treatments we’ve utilized. We’ve used Amantadine as a specialized drug, twenty minutes of hyperbaric oxygen therapy daily, and neuro-electrotherapy, which is also essential."

"However, I judge that this is far from enough. Her brain recovery hasn't been consistent; no matter how much medication she takes or how many treatments she undergoes, the results have never been ideal."

Lu Hao continued nonchalantly, "Fine, since you have so many treatments, I’ll provide supplementary care. I’ll just use a hammer to tap on her a bit; it should be effective quite soon."

Upon hearing this, Wang, Zhao, and Zhang Qingfan all changed expressions.

"This... Mr. Lu, didn't I hear that your golden needle technique and unique secret medical methods were formidable? How... how could you use a hammer? I find this deeply confusing." Wang pushed up his glasses, his confidence in Lu Hao’s professionalism wavering.

"What’s so strange about that? I call this hammer therapy," Lu Hao said, picking his nose.

Lu Hao had no reservations about the First People’s Hospital. He wasn't planning on working here, and the cruder he acted, the better—it would ensure they wouldn't pester him easily in the future. If every difficult case were dumped on him, he’d be worked to death.

At that thought, Lu Hao paused, a sudden flash of inspiration hitting him. He had been worrying about a lack of high-quality patients, but now he realized: weren't hospitals the best source of them? Many people spent fortunes only to find their illnesses terminal and beyond the help of traditional medicine; that was exactly when he could step in.

The Azure Dragon energy could stimulate a patient’s immune and self-healing systems to the maximum extent. On that merit alone, it surpassed most drugs and medical interventions in the world. His techniques weren't just effective for common geriatric issues like cancer or Parkinson’s; they could provide the best possible treatment for widespread infections, severe burns, and more. And naturally, his fees wouldn't be as exorbitant as an ICU at a major hospital.

Excitement stirred within him. Today, he had to show off a bit in front of Director Zhao and then have a proper conversation with him about this potential arrangement.

"Alright, Dr. Wang, no need to discuss anything else. I have a general grasp of the situation," Lu Hao said, looking at the doctor earnestly. "Thank you, Dr. Wang."

"Ah, but I’ve only just started, I..." Wang was anxious. He was a conscientious, meticulous, and thorough man. In his daily life and work, everything was orderly and precise—the very model of a physician. He held himself to high standards and was equally rigorous in his judgments. "Dr. Lu, you must fully understand the situation before acting. Otherwise, I fear you might..." Wang had only heard rumors about Lu Hao and did not truly understand his capabilities.

The skepticism toward Lu Hao remained deeply rooted in his mind.

At this point, Lu Hao ignored him, stood up, and walked into the patient's room.

"Hey, Mr. Sun, do you want me to treat Miss Sun or not? I’ve already understood the situation, and I’m in a hurry to get back for lunch," Lu Hao said dismissively.

He had just taken Sun Zihuan’s pulse and immediately understood her condition. His first reaction was that she was curable. Her condition wasn't a case of massive, destructive brain damage, but rather a small, concentrated area of trauma. While her brain was "shattered," there was no significant loss of brain tissue, and the structure remained relatively intact. For Lu Hao, that was enough.

"This..." Sun Linhai’s face flushed red, his fists clenched tight. He had just had a massive argument with his brother, Sun Aicai. Sun Aicai insisted that they could not let Lu Hao, an enemy of the Sun family, treat their beloved Zihuan. But Sun Linhai was betting everything on a desperate gamble. His intuition as a businessman and his judgment of character drove him to make this risky decision.

He was convinced that Lu Hao was the only person who could save his daughter. After all, the brother of the Miss Song from the Song Group—his own superior’s investment firm—had been cured by Lu Hao. What kind of status was that? Ten Sun Groups wouldn't even be worth a fraction of their influence.