Du Heng had made his stance clear. Zhang Dewen, being a man who valued his reputation, did not actively question Du Heng further. After brief deliberation, he made a decision. "Since it's inconvenient for the Psychiatry Department, let's transfer him to my Chinese Medicine Department."
The Director of the Psychiatry Department was stunned. He hadn't expected that an accomplished senior like Zhang Dewen would believe the words of a young man who seemed to have barely entered the field.
"Sir Zhang, this is no joke! This will delay Doctor Guan's treatment." Seeing Zhang Dewen's seemingly irrational decision, the psychiatrist quickly tried to dissuade him.
Zhang Dewen had made up his mind. He waved his hand gently and said, "I've practiced traditional Chinese medicine my entire life, but when it comes to brain diseases, I can only claim to have a slight understanding; I'm far from proficient.
"However, I can still judge whether a diagnosis is correct or not.
