Half of the second floor is designated for inpatient care, with around six wards and three single rooms, usually much quieter. However, now that there are patients admitted, the area has become quite lively. Artistic troupe members keep coming to visit Chai Xiaohu, while the four medical interns follow Shen Junping for morning and evening rounds, getting updates on some patients’ situations. Tian Lei looked distressed, thinking, "He’s trained in neurology, and this pure surgery is giving him a headache!" "Brother Shen, can I sit this one out? I’m trained in neurology; surgeries really give me a headache," Tian Lei said with a strained expression. The knowledge from his field of study hadn’t been practically applied yet, and now he was faced with surgery—it was mentally overwhelming for him. Normally, Shen Junping would agree with him, but after seeing Beisitian, he thought otherwise. "Learning never ends," a concept personified by Beisitian. "You can observe first, try to absorb some things, and there are currently no other patients to attend to," Shen Junping said in a gentle manner, still advising Tian Lei to observe on the side. Tian Lei managed a bitter smile, "Alright then." Luo Jiali and Ding Sisi are also trained in surgery. Considering the trend, surgery was becoming more popular, and each surgery performed can bring considerable earnings. Of course, Ding Sisi would never voice these low ambitions, and although Luo Jiali never expressed it, she felt they shared the same thoughts. Ding Sisi thought Tian Lei was being foolish; even if he didn’t want to learn, there was no need to say it out loud. After all, there were no other patients, just follow along, learn or not, only you know, right? Speaking up would definitely portray him as unambitious. But she didn’t want to bother with Tian Lei for now, as he constantly hovered around the Little Chinese Doctor. Moreover, she grew increasingly annoyed with the Little Chinese Doctor’s enthusiasm—showing off for whom? Asking questions here and there, if he’s practicing Chinese medicine, shouldn’t he focus on mastering it? Why ask about Western medicine at all? Who does he think he is, wanting to master both Western and Traditional medicine? ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝔫𝔢𝔱 Mastering both Western and Traditional medicine is naturally impossible, nor did Beisitian ever consider it. She’s a Mystic Doctor—her roots lie in Traditional medicine. Having more knowledge is never a bad thing, especially when both Western and Traditional medicine have their own strengths. After all, Mystic Doctors can’t treat every ailment—what if Western medicine can complement those cases? Beisitian always thought that knowledge, once learned, belonged to oneself, life is long, and there will always be moments when it’s useful. "What would Doctor Xiao Bei do if encountered with such a patient?" Shen Junping asked. No longer would he harbor any prejudice just because Beisitian practiced Traditional medicine. "Internally take bone-replenishing decoction, externally apply healing ointment," Beisitian replied. Ding Sisi burst into laughter, "Sorry, I really couldn’t hold it in. This is the first time I’ve heard that applying an ointment can heal a fracture; ointment might be fine for contusions, but for fractures... it’s really a first for me." Beisitian thought for a moment, and while normal Chinese herbal ointments could heal fractures, the treatment would be lengthy and the outcomes unimpressive. Given the rarity of Mystic Doctors, using Western treatment in such cases would be wise. "Just because you’ve never heard of it doesn’t mean it’s not effective," Beisitian said. Ding Sisi sneered, "Then treat one for me to see!" Beisitian wanted to chuckle, just because of one sentence from you, am I supposed to forgo observing the Western treatment process and methods? Also, just because you question my skills, do I need to perform on demand? "Instead of doubting others’ capabilities, why not broaden your own knowledge base. It’s not like people need to prove themselves just because you’re skeptical," Beisitian coolly said. To put it bluntly, who do you think you are? Just because you don’t believe, does that mean others have to demonstrate to you? Ding Sisi clearly understood the implications of her words and was so enraged her face turned red, but she couldn’t refute what she said, so she muttered under her breath, "It’s easy to talk big..." Even if those around heard it, no one echoed her sentiments. Tian Lei felt Beisitian spoke sharply, making it difficult for anyone to retort, and Ding Sisi wasn’t foolish; if she continued, it would highlight her own superficiality. Afterward, the four interns took turns doing rounds individually. If they encountered unsolvable problems or needed clarification, they would seek Shen Junping. This was for them to adapt quickly, as they were special recruits and all eventually aimed to become full-fledged staff; the internship was merely procedural. However, generally, only those with excellent evaluations remain at senior units; the others must go to the grassroots. Among them, surely it would be Beisitian who’s rated excellent—having received two commendation flags with skills as high as hers, if she didn’t get an excellent rating, it would be unjust. Moreover, everyone acknowledged her abilities; the possibility of anyone claiming the flags were fake was nonexistent. Today, it was Beisitian’s turn to do rounds. When she entered the ward, she saw Chai Xiaohu lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Chai Xiaohu was delicately beautiful; although not as stunning as Li Ying, she possessed a calm grace that made her entire being exude a gentle aura, evoking an instinctive urge in people to care for her. The young nurse noticed Beisitian, and said, "Doctor Xiao Bei, ever since she woke up, she’s been , and doesn’t seem to have much appetite." Chai Xiaohu had regained consciousness yesterday, but ever since waking up, she lay on the hospital bed in a daze. Beisitian nodded and gestured for the young nurse to continue with her duties. Beisitian focused her gaze on Chai Xiaohu and said, "Not eating won’t do; it’s not good for your bone growth." Chai Xiaohu remained silent, her gaze dull, only blinking occasionally. After a long while, she muttered, "I can’t participate in the performance anymore; what’s the point of recovery?" "Is this the only performance you’ll have in your lifetime?" Beisitian raised an eyebrow, surprised that this incident affected her so profoundly. Chai Xiaohu’s lips twitched, almost like a smile, but sadder than tears, "But this was the greatest opportunity of my life. Without it, I feel is all my life will ever be." Beisitian was unsure of what to say, feeling that routine consolations would be fruitless. As the room fell into silence, a sound came from the doorway; when she turned, she saw it was Li Ying. Seeing Chai Xiaohu brought tears to Li Ying’s eyes again. Unexplainably, seeing her cry made Beisitian furrow her brows instinctively. "Sister Chai... boo hoo..." Chai Xiaohu continued to gaze at the ceiling, showing no reaction. Li Ying approached and seeing Chai Xiaohu’s lifeless demeanor, cried even harder, "I’m so sorry... it’s all my fault; if only I hadn’t been so careless, you wouldn’t have fallen down the stairs. I don’t ask for your forgiveness, but I’ll take care of you until you recover and are discharged!"