"Mr. Chen..." Qian Guomin began, "I've looked into the last incident. It's true that you saved Elder Sun with acupuncture, and I admit that in many cases, traditional Chinese medicine does have the potential to turn the tide!"
He didn't entirely deny it, starting instead with praise. But he soon sighed and shook his head. "This time, however, is completely different. Elder Sun just had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. The blood vessels in his brain have ruptured; this is simply not something traditional Chinese medicine can treat! Not to mention, the man is already officially dead!"
His expression was filled with helplessness as he finished. There was simply nothing that could be done.
"The way traditional Chinese medicine determines death is different from yours," Chen Zheng said, shaking his head slowly. "You rely solely on machines and data to declare someone dead. We, on the other hand, respect the patient's will. As long as the body still has warmth, anything is possible!"
