Village Doctor's Women-Chapter 194 - 189 Consciousness

189 Consciousness

Chairman Kang sighed. The moment he heard Wang Jian say it was an illness of consciousness, his heart sank with regret.

An illness of consciousness was a type of psychosomatic illness, and treatment had to start from the mind. This was actually quite common. For example, Chairman Kang once heard his grandfather describe a patient who believed he had a serious illness. The patient had scratched his own body raw and, despite there being no allergens, suffered from constant allergic reactions.

Later, it was discovered that the illness was psychogenic, and it was cured by taking vitamins. The patient didn’t know they were vitamins because the doctor had told him it was a special, powerful anti-allergy medication. After he recovered, the doctor gradually revealed the truth, and the patient was able to move past his condition, never relapsing again.

To treat this kind of self-induced illness, communication was essential. But Cai Xing was just lying there on the bed. How could they communicate?

How could he be treated?

It was completely pointless...

No wonder the other doctors couldn’t find anything wrong; no wonder they were all at a loss.

"My pill was able to correct his cardiac fibrillation and smooth his disordered Qi to return his vital signs to normal, but it couldn’t bring his consciousness back," Wang Jian said.

Wang Jian’s thoughts mirrored Chairman Kang’s. The other doctors were completely unaware of the miraculous properties of his pill, so they would never have considered an illness of consciousness. But even if they had known, it wouldn’t have made a difference. They would have been just as helpless and might have even pronounced him dead on the spot.

For them to come to me now... it must be fate.

Seeing Wang Jian’s expression, Chairman Kang thoughtfully remained silent, watching quietly and waiting for instructions.

After all, if miracles still existed in this world, then Wang Jian was surely one. Back at his master’s house, seeing his master return to normal and watching Wang Jian perform Telekinesis... those were miracles to me. If anyone could truly achieve this, it had to be Wang Jian.

However, Wang Jian’s expression was grim. His eyebrows were furrowed so tightly they looked like they were about to fight, and he remained utterly silent. The only sounds in the entire treatment room were the beeping of the medical equipment and the hum of the ventilator.

What should I do?

Chairman Kang had guessed correctly; Wang Jian had hit an impasse. When it came to this kind of consciousness-based illness, even as someone who practiced Qi Cultivation, he was helpless.

Wang Jian frowned, standing frozen as his mind worked frantically, searching for an answer among everything he had ever learned. But whether in the ancient texts or modern medical books he had read, there was no method for treating the consciousness. If there were, a solution for comatose patients would have been found long ago.

However, Cai Xing’s situation was different from that of a comatose patient. He was still conscious; it was just that his consciousness believed he was already dead.

Countless treatment plans appeared in his mind like projections. Plan one... no, dismissed. Plan two... also no. Three... Wang Jian stared at Cai Xing’s still form, running through one possibility after another, but he rejected them all.

Can I really just give up like this? I refuse to accept this!

Even setting aside Cai Qiong waiting outside, his relationship with Cai Xing wouldn’t allow him to give up so easily. Even if Cai Xing were just an ordinary patient, as long as someone was his patient, he would never give up on them.

But what can I do?

This was the first time Wang Jian had encountered such a difficult problem since he began practicing medicine. Perhaps it was partly due to Xu Changqing’s influence, or maybe it was related to the department where he worked. It could have even just been his luck. But even during his internship in the emergency room, he had never felt so powerless. If a patient was brought in with no chance of rescue, or if they were already gone, he wouldn’t feel it was his failure. But Cai Xing’s vitals were all normal. If he died just like this, Wang Jian would never be able to accept it.

But how do you treat an illness of consciousness?

The question ran in a vicious cycle, battering his thoughts until his eyes grew bloodshot and a fine sweat beaded on his forehead.

Chairman Kang noticed something was wrong.

When a doctor is under too much pressure, obsessing over a problem can easily lead to a dead end and a complete breakdown. If Cai Xing really doesn’t make it, Wang Jian will have to walk out of this room and deliver the news to Cai Qiong and the others himself... he’ll have to announce the death. Just imagining that scenario is unbearable. It would be hard enough with strangers, let alone someone he knew.

Chairman Kang deeply understood the torment in Wang Jian’s heart. The bloodshot eyes and the beads of sweat were clear signs that Wang Jian was on the verge of breaking. But Chairman Kang didn’t dare disrupt his focus, fearing that a sudden attempt at comfort would not only fail but might agitate him further. He could only pray inwardly, hoping Wang Jian would snap out of it soon.

Knowing the illness but being unable to treat it... this is something every doctor must eventually face. Death will ultimately claim victory. All a doctor can do is strive to prolong life, not play God and alter the course of life and death. We are all only human, after all...

The group outside was completely unaware of the situation inside the room. Wang Jian had closed the dividing door when he entered. Thanks to the Cai Group’s advanced craftsmanship, the isolation was remarkably effective, perfectly separating the consulting and treatment rooms with excellent soundproofing.

Cai Qiong’s makeup, which she had applied before picking up Wang Jian that morning, was now ruined by her tears. She had been called home because of the emergency with Cai Xing, and she broke down crying the moment she saw Wang Jian, looking like a pitiful kitten that had been wronged.

"Director Niu, do you think Wang Jian can do it?" Cai Wenji asked in a low voice, stepping up beside Niu Deyuan. Both he and William Conners were staring at the sealed treatment room.

Hearing them, Cai Qiong also drifted closer. "My dad had already recovered," she added. "Why did this happen?"

"This..." Niu Deyuan didn’t know how to respond. "With Wang Jian’s skills, managing to keep Chairman Cai’s condition this stable for so long... I can only say... he should be able to do it." In the end, ’should’ was the only reassurance he could offer.

He was actually quite curious about Cai Qiong’s question as well. He lowered his voice and asked, "Do you remember exactly what happened when Chairman Cai collapsed today?"

Cai Wenji recalled, "He was actually doing quite well this morning, but he took a call and went out for a bit. Not long after he returned, someone found him collapsed and unresponsive in the study. He was clutching his chest and holding a small bottle in his other hand. I notified you all immediately... It’s my fault, too. At the time, I had no idea that bottle contained the life-saving medicine prepared by Doctor Wang. I didn’t realize it until my sister rushed back."

Cai Qiong choked back a sob and continued, "It’s not my brother’s fault. Wang Jian gave me that medicine to bring home. My brother was away on a business trip at the time; only Father and I were home, so he didn’t know about it. Father always carried the medicine with him. No one expected it to happen so suddenly... he didn’t even have time to take it."

According to the examination by Niu Deyuan and his team, Cai Xing had indeed suffered a heart attack. Yet for some reason, Niu Deyuan felt that something about the attack was strange. As Cai Xing’s dedicated physician for the past two months while Wang Jian treated him, Niu Deyuan knew his patient’s physical condition like the back of his hand. Furthermore, a dedicated team managed Cai Xing’s diet and daily routine, and Cai Xing himself was very diligent about his health. As a result, his recovery over the past two months had been excellent.

Niu Deyuan had even started to wonder if Wang Jian had somehow conquered heart disease. But Wang Jian himself had repeatedly emphasized that he was only managing the condition, not curing it.

And yet, just when everything seemed to be improving, Cai Xing had suddenly collapsed.

This didn’t fit with any logic he understood... But then again, illness can strike like a bolt from the blue; he couldn’t be sure.

Looking toward the treatment room, Niu Deyuan could only say, "Right now, all we can do is trust in Wang Jian’s abilities." He paused, then added, "And even if Wang Jian can’t do it, don’t forget, he still has a master."

His words served as a reminder to Cai Wenji and Cai Qiong. Cai Qiong, in particular, had met Xu Changqing in person—an elderly man with the otherworldly air of a legendary Immortal.

An idea suddenly struck her. She quickly pulled Cai Wenji aside and began whispering to him. Before long, a team from the Cai Family began a nationwide search for any information on Xu Changqing’s whereabouts.