[Urban Medical Drama] [Traditional Chinese Medicine] [No System] [Everyday Comeuppance] [Workplace Wage Slave] [No Female Lead]
Lu Zheng, an outstanding graduate of a university of Chinese medicine, is assigned to the “traditional medicine clinic” at a county general hospital. In reality, it's a supply closet that doesn't even have a stethoscope, where he hands out Banlangen and helps carry medicine.
His base pay is 3,200 yuan, his rent is 850, and the best part of each day is clocking out on time and eating free seaweed and egg-drop soup in the canteen.
He thinks he'll spend the rest of his life muddling along under the disdainful looks of Western medicine experts, until one day the emergency room is packed and he's forced to help hold down a patient suffering violent spasms from an acute abdominal emergency.
The emergency department director immediately declares, “Acute gastroenteritis. Give him two shots of painkillers!”
As Lu Zheng's fingers casually rest on the patient's wrist, a three-dimensional image of the “collapse of the human body's structure” suddenly appears before his eyes: a large red blood vessel is tearing apart at an alarming rate.
There are no System prompts or electronic sounds, only a countdown to death that he alone can see.
Just as a group of Western medicine experts are about to administer the drugs, Lu Zheng quietly raises his hand. “Director, um... this might not be enteritis. It could be an aortic dissection. Give him painkillers, and he'll blow up.”
That evening, when the imaging results come in, the hospital's most arrogant surgeon stands before the lightbox, drenched in cold sweat, and roars, “Who was that intern from the traditional medicine department carrying supplies in the emergency room this afternoon?!”
Meanwhile, Lu Zheng is out in the cold, cursing under his breath after missing the clock-in deadline by ten seconds and losing his 50-yuan attendance bonus.
It's a bit misleading.