Genius Doctor

Chapter 1: For the Lives of Thirty-Six Children!

"Undoubtedly, this is one of the most serious medical accidents in the history of Huaxia!"

The female host, dressed in a gray professional suit, spoke to the countless viewers in front of the television. The background of the image showed the golden plaque of the First Affiliated Hospital of Yanjing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"In the neonatal intensive care unit, thirty-six infants are critically ill, and thirty-six fragile lives, just beginning their journey in this world, are now hanging by a thread."

"The illness was discovered early this morning. All thirty-six infants showed symptoms of fever and vomiting, and according to the medical records, they all suffer from varying degrees of lung infection. The hospital has stated that the cause of the infection is still under investigation, and it is believed to be due to a new type of virus."

The beautiful host’s face was filled with concern as she looked up at the towering hospital building and said, "The hospital has established an emergency rescue team, consisting of several medical experts. We hope they can work miracles and save these thirty-six delicate yet suffering little lives."

"Dear viewers, let us all pray for these thirty-six lovely children!"

*Bang!*

The president of the hospital, Lin Qingyuan, turned off the TV and addressed the people in the room:

"As we all know, this is a very serious situation. If this becomes a reality, it will be a disgrace in the history of medicine and the largest medical accident scandal in the world. The hospital’s reputation will be ruined, and the First Affiliated Hospital of Yanjing University, once highly regarded, will lose the trust of its patients."

"Everyone here is an expert in this field. Some of you are from our affiliated hospital, and others are highly talented doctors brought in from other hospitals. We’ve been entrusted with the government’s and the people's hopes. I won’t waste more time. Let’s all speak up and see what ideas we have to save these thirty-six children."

"Until the bacterial culture results come in, we don’t have any good solutions. Without a proper diagnosis, how can we prescribe medication?" A middle-aged doctor with glasses spoke harshly.

"Why was I even assigned this cursed task? If this succeeds, I’ll gain fame and recognition. The media will report on it, and I might even be praised by the hospital. But if we fail, my career will be over."

"Thirty-six children… Just thinking about the responsibility I’d bear for this medical accident makes my back cold."

"Looking at the pulse, it seems like a lung infection. But we’ve already used all the antiviral drugs. There’s still no improvement, so this needs to be reconsidered." An old TCM (Traditional Chinese Medicine) doctor spoke up.

After these two spoke, there was a heavy silence in the meeting room.

These two viewpoints—one Western and one traditional—reflected the thoughts in the minds of the attendees.

Even if they had suggestions, no one dared to speak out.

If they managed to save these children, praise and recognition would follow. But if they failed and couldn’t save them, wouldn’t they be blamed for the tragedy?

Who would want to carry that burden?

"Does anyone else have something to say?" Lin Qingyuan’s gaze swept across the doctors in the room, urging them to speak up.

No one answered, and everyone who made eye contact with him instinctively avoided it.

A slight sigh escaped Lin Qingyuan’s lips.

It seemed that his career was about to end here.

"I have some thoughts." Suddenly, someone spoke, breaking the heavy silence in the room.

Everyone’s attention turned to the speaker, who sat at the farthest corner of the room. If he hadn’t spoken, he would have been almost entirely overlooked.

He had black, soft hair that covered half of his face, a fair and delicate face, with bright eyes—handsome, but his appearance also seemed out of place.

What was even stranger was that despite his young age, he wore a black robe, an outfit that didn’t match his image at all.

He looked more like an elderly scholar than a young man from the cosmopolitan city of Yanjing.

He smiled as he surveyed the experts in the room, his long, slender fingers tapping lightly on the table. The corner of his mouth tilted up slightly, with an expression of restrained pride, like a military officer inspecting his troops.

This made some people uncomfortable, as they felt like they were the ones being scrutinized by him.

When Lin Qingyuan thought of the young man’s family background, his expression brightened, and a glimmer of hope appeared in his heart.

How could he have forgotten about him?

Looking at the young man, he asked, “Qin Luo, do you have something to say?”

“Yes,” the young man replied.

“Then, go ahead. Don’t be afraid. Speak your mind. This is a brainstorming session.” Lin Qingyuan forced a stiff smile on his face.

He was worried that Qin Luo would be too shy to say anything.

Qin Luo was not someone who knew fear. He spoke up confidently, “I think it’s cholera.”

*Boom!!!*

The entire room erupted in shock!

If it weren’t for the serious nature of the meeting, some people might have laughed out loud.

"Young man, if you don’t know anything, don’t say nonsense. How could it be cholera? These newborns have always been in the NICU, completely isolated from the outside air. Do you know what NICU stands for? Neonatal Intensive Care Unit—it’s completely sealed off from the outside."

"Do you even know what cholera is? If we release this information, it could cause widespread panic."

"You little brat, what do you know? Let’s continue the discussion without him."

"How did he even get into the expert group?" Someone questioned.

"He’s the grandson of an old friend of mine. This old friend has made significant contributions to traditional Chinese medicine," Lin Qingyuan explained.

Originally, Lin Qingyuan hadn’t planned to invite the young man to join the expert group, but when Qin Luo came to him that afternoon, eager to help, he couldn’t refuse due to his respect for his old friend.

"This is ridiculous. Using personal connections at a time like this," Vice President Ma Youcai muttered quietly, though loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.

A young man like him, even with a good family background, what could he possibly know? And with his sickly appearance, how could anyone trust him?

Lin Qingyuan’s expression grew darker as he glanced at Ma Youcai and said, “Let’s all be quiet for a moment and listen to what Qin Luo has to say. Perhaps he really has a good idea.”

Qin Luo’s expression darkened. Anyone would feel uncomfortable being criticized in such a manner.

"How do you know it’s not cholera?" he asked.

"Fine, let’s assume your hypothesis is correct. But how is cholera transmitted? Why is no one else affected? The nurses have also entered the NICU—why aren’t they showing any symptoms?"

"I don’t know how it spreads," Qin Luo replied. "But the symptoms of the thirty-six babies—severe lung infections, coarse breath sounds, increased airway secretions, high fever, and urinary tract infections with organ failure risks—are very similar to a type of cholera bacterium that was eradicated in Huaxia many years ago."

"Qin Luo, are you sure?" Lin Qingyuan asked urgently.

"Yes," Qin Luo nodded seriously. After a moment’s hesitation, he added, "It’s a mutated strain of the cholera bacterium. There was a small outbreak two years ago in Malaysia."

"Is there a treatment?" Lin Qingyuan asked.

"There is. Acupuncture, combined with traditional Chinese medicine. But it must be done quickly. If the infants’ organs begin to fail, it will be too late."

"This is reckless!" Vice President Ma fumed. "President, you can’t gamble with the lives of dozens of children. What does he, a mere kid, know?"

"Do you have a better plan?" Lin Qingyuan shot back coldly.

Ma Youcai, relying on his strong background, had always argued with Lin Qingyuan, but at this critical moment, he couldn’t let go of his political struggles. As long as Lin Qingyuan insisted on something, he opposed it.

"I don’t, but we can’t just try anything. What if giving those newborns Chinese medicine makes their condition worse? You know these children’s bodies can’t withstand any reckless treatment."

Ma Youcai argued, sticking to his ground.

Lin Qingyuan looked at Qin Luo, unsure whether he should trust him. But when he saw Qin Luo’s bright, firm eyes, he couldn’t help but feel a strong sense of trust.

Could it be that Qin Luo actually had something to rely on?

"Let him try," Lin Qingyuan finally made up his mind, though he had no better option.

"Try? You make it sound so simple. If something goes wrong, who’s responsible?"

"I’ll take responsibility," both Lin Qingyuan and Qin Luo said at the same time.

They exchanged a glance, and a sense of shared responsibility slowly began to form between them.

"Fine. You’re the president, so whatever you say goes. But if something happens, you’re fully responsible," Vice President Ma said with a dark smile.

He was secretly pleased. If someone was willing to take responsibility, then let them try.

Lin Qingyuan, aware of what Ma Youcai was thinking, sneered and said, "If something goes wrong, I’ll resign."

"That’s what you said. Everyone can be a witness." Vice President Ma grinned maliciously.

"Please do it." Lin Qingyuan walked over to Qin Luo and patted his shoulder heavily.

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Chapter 2: "Burning Mountain Fire!"

The head of the pediatric department, Lin Tangguo, furrowed his brow and continuously issued various emergency commands.

“Lin Mei, go comfort the child's parents. Do your best to calm them down. Tell them to stop making a scene here—there's no point in it. It will only disrupt the treatment. Who will be responsible if the treatment is affected?”

“Li Ming, has the bacterial culture result come out? If it’s ready, bring it here immediately.”

“Huang Shaoran, instruct the rescue team to inject the infected infants with β-lactam antibiotics—increase the dosage.”

Seeing the hospital director Lin Qingyuan and a group of people walking toward him, Tangguo quickly stepped forward. Wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead, he said with a serious expression, "Director, the situation is not optimistic. If we can't come up with a treatment plan soon, these children might—"

"I know. It could be pediatric cholera," Lin Qing