side it, watching over Li Suijun.Sitting in meditation could happen anytime, but Li Suijun's safety was the most important. Even if he told them to come inside, they dared not do so, for even though t...Chapter Thirty-Two: Condition

The conference room was filled with seven or eight experts, all mature and serious, none younger than fifty. They were seated in small groups discussing something when they saw Zhuo Hongxing enter; everyone stopped talking and stood up, saying, "Hello, Senior Zhuo!" "Senior Zhuo has arrived!" After addressing Senior Zhuo, each person nodded to Zhuo Guangrong.

From this one could see that Zhuo Guangrong also had a certain reputation in the medical field; now it was because of Senior Zhuo's presence that his talent was being suppressed.

"So What conclusion have you all reached about Old Zhong’s condition" Upon taking his seat at the head of the conference room, without any small talk, Senior Zhuo directly asked.

The experts in the room looked at each other; none spoke. In reality, it was because the patient inside was too special—if they said something wrong or misdiagnosed him, all these years’ efforts might go down the drain. Hence, after looking around and seeing no one willing to speak, everyone lowered their heads—some were looking at the patient's test results, some examining X-rays, while others were staring intently at tea cups in front of them.

Senior Zhuo looked at all these experts who would not even dare give a conclusion about the condition and felt deep sorrow; he wasn’t sure if it was for these so-called experts or for the patient lying on the bed.

If you said that they couldn't come to any conclusion, that wouldn't be possible. Who were all these people sitting here These seven or eight were medical experts from the Central Health Bureau. In ancient times, they would have been imperial physicians; in modern society, authorities in their respective academic fields. Such people could not possibly fail to reach a diagnosis, clearly. If an ordinary person had this condition, there probably wouldn't just be a conclusion by now but maybe even heart surgery starting already. Whether or not it could be cured was beyond consideration.

Treatment is hopeless, I'm sorry, but you have signed the surgical consent form which mentions all possible situations during surgery. If he dies, it's a wasted death.

Because they are powerless against ordinary patients, they can prescribe medicine and treat them with just a glance. However, if a high-ranking patient comes in, they don't even dare to give a diagnosis. To say that they have lost their medical integrity would be inaccurate; rather, the current system forces them into this position.

Old Zhuo sat in the main seat of the meeting room and saw that none of the experts had any intention of speaking up. Clearing his throat, he said, "Based on all the test results, the patient's physical condition is very healthy! However, since the patient started experiencing chest pain three months ago, this is a fact. Now, please share your opinions as experts."

The experts present only shifted their attention from the test results in their hands, X-rays, and teacups to lift their heads when Old Zhuo pointed out their most difficult-to-address issue.

Xiao Yu looked at all the experts in the room; if he had any expectations earlier, now he felt a deep disdain. A doctor who cannot fulfill his medical duties is not considered a good physician, even if he has superb medical skills; he can only be seen as a skilled 'quack.'

Upon hearing what Old Zhuo said, an elderly expert in his sixties with white hair and beard slightly frowned and slowly spoke up: "I previously took the pulse of Master Zhong, and it was steady and strong. The heart should have no issues according to the pulse diagnosis, as for why there is intermittent chest pain..." At this point, the old doctor shook his head.

A fifty-something-year-old doctor held up an X-ray: "I did a cardiac angiography when the patient was stable and during an episode of chest pain. There were no issues with the heart."

"Ah yes! I performed a full body check-up on the patient, all indicators are stable and normal!" said one expert in his sixties.

Hearing what the experts had to say, Zhuohongxing couldn't help but furrow his brows; he too had never encountered a case like this before.

The entire meeting room fell into an eerie silence.

Zhuoguangrong and Xiao Yu were sitting quietly on small stools behind the old man, listening without saying anything. Xiao Yu hadn't seen the patient himself and didn't know the full extent of his condition, so he refrained from speaking. After glancing at the lab data, Zhuoguangrong sat silently with no intention of contributing further.

"Oh no! Doctor Zhuo, esteemed experts, the patient is experiencing severe chest pain, even cardiac arrest!" A panicked voice rang out in the silent meeting room.

"Let's go everyone, let's head to the ward quickly!" The old man said and was the first to leave the meeting room, heading towards the patient’s ward.

Xiao Yu and Zhuosi followed behind the experts as they made their way to the ward.

The first impression Xiao Yu had upon entering the ward was its size; secondly, it was luxurious, surpassing even a presidential suite in a five-star hotel.

The intensive care unit comprised two rooms. Instinctively, Xiao Yu glanced into the inner room as he entered. The inner room spanned over one hundred square meters and was equipped with all necessary devices. Several nurses were tending to an elderly man in his early seventies who was lying on the bed looking pained, attempting resuscitation.

The outside area was divided into two zones, one resembling a living room and the other an office lounge, each occupying about 150 square meters.

In the living room area, several men and women were anxiously waiting on the sofas. Upon seeing the experts enter, they all gathered around them.

Xiao Yu, standing at the back of the crowd, looked at these people. These should be the patients' relatives! Judging from their expensive clothing and confident demeanor—youthful arrogance for the younger ones and mature composure for the older ones—they exuded an air of authority.

"Uncle Zhuo, you've arrived; we entrust everything to you!" A man in his fifties, seemingly the leader among the relatives, stepped forward and bowed slightly to Zhu Hongxing who led the group of experts, saying solemnly.

Zhu Hongxing heard the man's words and shook his head lightly, replying, "Jian Guo, Old Zhong's illness is very peculiar; I've never encountered anything like it before. I'll do my utmost."

"In any case, we entrust everything to you, Uncle Zhuo!" The man bowed deeply again.

Zhu Hongxing didn't say anything and patted the man's shoulder before turning around to enter the ward. the center of the room. This man was Zhang Yin, who had rushed over upon receiving Xiao Yu's call."Director! I'm sorry, it's my fault for not handling this properly!" After seeing that Xiao Yu was un...