Man From Another Wold

CHAPTER 10: AWAKENING IN THE PRACTICE ROOM

After the surprising lecture session, Hansen made his way to the practice room. Today, they would be practicing basic patient examinations using simple diagnostic techniques.

Some students were still talking about what had happened earlier. They couldn't believe that Hansen, who had always been seen as lazy, had answered Professor Leon's question so perfectly.

"Is he really the same Hansen?" one student whispered.

"Could he have cheated before class?" another one speculated.

Among them, however, Yuran—one of the top students in the faculty—remained silent. She felt that something was different about Hansen.

Inside the practice room, Professor Leon divided the students into several groups. Hansen was placed in a group with Yuran and two other students.

"Alright, we will start with pulse examination and an initial patient condition analysis," Professor Leon announced. "Who wants to go first?"

Yuran immediately stepped forward, demonstrating her skill in checking the patient's pulse prepared by the university. Her movements were smooth and confident. After a few moments, she said, "This patient has slightly low blood pressure, possibly due to fatigue or a lack of nutrition."

Professor Leon nodded. "A fairly good analysis."

A few students clapped lightly, acknowledging Yuran’s expertise.

Then, it was Hansen’s turn.

Without saying much, he placed his fingers on the patient's wrist and closed his eyes briefly.

In just a few seconds, he spoke, "This patient not only has low blood pressure but also has poor blood circulation around the ankles, possibly from sitting for too long or lack of movement. Additionally, there are early signs of mild anemia."

The room fell silent.

Professor Leon gave him a sharp look. "What is the basis of your diagnosis?"

Hansen gave a small smile. "From the pulse. The rhythm is slightly slower than normal, along with pressure variations at several points that indicate poor circulation. Also, the skin color around the wrist is slightly paler than other areas, indicating the possibility of anemia."

Yuran frowned. She wasn’t sure if Hansen’s analysis was correct.

However, Professor Leon immediately rechecked the patient more carefully. After a few moments, he sighed and gave a small smile.

"An excellent analysis," he said. "Hansen is right. This patient does indeed have circulation issues in the ankle and mild anemia."

Everyone was shocked.

"Unbelievable..."

"How did he figure that out just by touching the patient's pulse?"

Even Yuran couldn’t hide her surprise. She had always been considered the best in the class, but this time, Hansen had exceeded everyone's expectations.

Hansen simply smiled. This was just basic knowledge from his previous world. If he wanted to, he could do much more than just diagnose by touch.

Still, he didn’t want to attract too much attention—at least for now. He glanced at Professor Leon, who was now looking at him with great interest.

"I think I’ve started making my presence known in this world."

The silence in the practice room didn’t last long. A student named Diandra, who was also in Hansen’s group, suddenly raised her hand with a dissatisfied expression.

"Professor, I think there’s something suspicious about Hansen’s analysis," she said skeptically. "How can someone detect circulation problems just by feeling the pulse? That doesn’t make sense medically."

Some students nodded, agreeing with Diandra’s reasoning.

Yuran, who had been silent, finally spoke, "It’s true that pulse examination can provide insight into blood pressure and rhythm, but concluding circulation issues or anemia just from a brief touch? That seems exaggerated."

Hearing the debate, more students started whispering.

"I also think it's strange. If it were that easy, why would we still need diagnostic equipment?"

"Exactly! Even the professor had to double-check to be sure."

Hansen remained calm, looking at them one by one. He could sense the skepticism in the room, but that only made things more interesting for him.

Professor Leon, intrigued by the situation, finally spoke, "Alright, since there’s a disagreement, why don’t we test the accuracy of Hansen’s diagnosis?"

He signaled the lab assistants to bring additional diagnostic equipment, including a blood pressure monitor and a simple blood test to check the patient’s hemoglobin levels.

"If Hansen is correct, the patient’s blood pressure will be slightly low, and there will be signs of anemia," Professor Leon explained. "But if not, then his analysis is just speculation."

All eyes were fixed on the devices as they started working.

A few minutes later, the results came out.

Blood pressure: Slightly lower than normal

Hemoglobin level: Below the standard healthy range, indicating mild anemia

The room fell into a stunned silence.

Yuran and Diandra stared at the results, shocked.

Professor Leon nodded slowly, then turned to Hansen. "It seems your diagnosis wasn’t just speculation, Hansen."

Diandra still wasn’t satisfied. "But… how?"

Hansen gave a faint smile. "You rely too much on theories and equipment, forgetting the foundation of medical knowledge—understanding the human body deeply."

He looked at Diandra and Yuran. "Poor blood circulation can be identified in many ways beyond just using devices. Skin color, body temperature, muscle response, and even pulse rhythm all interconnect. If you truly understand human anatomy, you wouldn’t be so surprised by what I did."

Yuran fell silent. She knew Hansen had a point. Modern medicine heavily relied on technology, but fundamental diagnostic skills should still be a doctor’s primary ability.

Meanwhile, Diandra clenched her jaw, feeling embarrassed for doubting Hansen.

Professor Leon finally spoke, "Today, we’ve all learned something important. Technology is helpful, but the ability to read a patient’s body signs is invaluable. Hansen has demonstrated that beautifully."

The atmosphere in the room shifted. Some students who initially doubted Hansen now looked at him with newfound respect.

Meanwhile, Yuran stared at Hansen sharply, unwilling to accept defeat. Though she smiled in front of everyone, inside, she was boiling with frustration.