Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Wen Xin placed her hand on the patient’s wrist, feeling a weak pulse. She doubted the patient would survive until the ambulance arrived.
Just then, she noticed a pen lying on the ground. She picked it up and disinfected it with alcohol from a nearby bottle.
The people around her were puzzled by Wen Xin’s actions. Someone wanted to ask, but Wen Xin spoke first: “The patient has a blood clot in the chest that needs immediate drainage. Please help me cut open the patient’s clothes. I’ll handle the procedure.”
“Young lady, if you do this and the patient dies, it won’t be considered an accidental death anymore!” A professor grabbed Wen Xin’s wrist to stop her, worried that the patient’s family could accept an accidental death but not one caused by improper rescue efforts. He wanted to save Wen Xin from jeopardizing her future.
Understanding the old professor’s good intentions, Wen Xin gave him a firm look. “Trust me. As long as I don’t let go, not even the King of Hell can take this person away.”
Her confident, cold voice caught the attention of everyone around. They thought Wen Xin was too arrogant. Who would dare say such a thing?
Su Haoran, believing in Wen Xin’s abilities, used scissors to cut open the patient’s clothes and exposed the chest. He then disinfected the area with alcohol.
The professor, who had tried to stop Wen Xin, let go of her hand in disdain for her arrogance. He had warned her, and she couldn’t blame him if something went wrong.
Wen Xin took out a cylindrical container from her backpack that held various sizes of acupuncture needles. Those watching were surprised to see a young girl carrying acupuncture needles. What’s going on?
Holding the pen, Wen Xin looked at Su Haoran with serious eyes. “Professor Su, help me hold the patient steady. Don’t let go until I’ve finished the acupuncture.”
“Don’t worry; I’ll keep him steady!”
Su Haoran felt grateful every time Wen Xin trusted him in such situations. Her trust strengthened his resolve to do his best, knowing that both her and the patient’s fate were in his hands.
After exchanging a glance with Su Haoran, Wen Xin firmly inserted the pen into the patient’s chest. Blood spurted out like a fountain through the pen barrel.
Wen Xin worked quickly. Once the blood flow reached her estimated volume, she withdrew the pen and skillfully inserted acupuncture needles into the man’s body. The bleeding gradually stopped.
The patient’s breathing steadied, and Wen Xin wiped the blood from her hands with gauze, pressing her fingers on the patient’s wrist.
After about a minute, Wen Xin looked up at Su Haoran with a raised eyebrow. “He’s alive and shouldn’t die now.”
Having treated other patients, Sun Miao ran over just in time to see this scene. She couldn’t help but sigh in relief, acknowledging that calling Wen Xin had been the right decision. She had to admit Wen Xin was indeed impressive!
At that moment, the sound of helicopter blades filled the air. Wen Xin looked up to see medics in uniforms descending from the helicopter with medical kits.
“The rescue team is here, but this patient can’t be transported by helicopter…”
“Ambulance is coming… the ambulance is here…”
The person in charge at Beijing University excitedly shouted as the ambulance slowly approached. After being stuck for so long, it was finally arriving.
Wen Xin looked at Su Haoran, concluding that the patient would be fine with surgery. “Professor Su, accompany this patient to the hospital. Equip the operating room and remove the acupuncture needles once everything is set.”
“Miss Wen, you…”
“Don’t worry, this patient has a thoracic hemorrhage. Now that the blood clot is cleared, I trust you can handle the rest. I won’t be going; I still need to attend military training.”
Hearing about the military training, everyone who had just relaxed turned to look at Wen Xin in disbelief. Her medical skills were so advanced, yet she still needed to undergo military training? It was unimaginable.
“Alright, I’ll go with the ambulance!” Su Haoran understood Wen Xin’s intentions, realizing she was paving the way for him. He couldn’t think of a way to repay Wen Xin for all she had done.
Ever since he met Wen Xin through the Mu family, his life had been incredibly fortunate, something he never imagined possible.
The ambulance team arrived, quickly loading the treated patients and departing.
The rescue personnel and base medics handled the remaining injured.
The professor who had initially stopped Wen Xin approached with a packet of wet wipes. Wen Xin was squatting by the roadside, washing her hands with clean water. She hated the feeling of blood on her hands.
“Young lady, is your master Zhuge Jingming?” The professor thought of Zhuge Jingming upon seeing Wen Xin’s acupuncture skills but was confused since her medical skills seemed even better.
Unless she was a genius…
Wen Xin ran out of water. Seeing the offered disinfectant wipes, she looked up and thanked the professor before taking them.
“I’m not Zhuge Jingming’s apprentice. My master is better than him,” Wen Xin replied truthfully. Her master was Zhuge Jingming’s mentor, a grand master far more skilled.
“Your master is better than him? Who is your master, if you don’t mind sharing?”
The professor’s eyes lit up at Wen Xin’s response. In Beijing, there were few better than Zhuge Jingming in Chinese medicine. Besides her, he couldn’t think of anyone else.
“My master passed away a few years ago. Thank you for your concern, but it’s a doctor’s duty to save lives. We can’t abandon a life out of fear of trouble.”
Wen Xin stood up, placing the used wipes in a bag to find a place to dispose of them.
She looked up and saw a tall figure hurriedly approaching. A warm smile appeared on her face.
The man reached Wen Xin, frowning at the blood on her.
“It’s not my blood. It splashed on me while saving someone. Did you drive here? Take me back; I want to shower and change.”
Wen Xin explained the bloodstains before Mu Chengxi could speak. Mu Chengxi exhaled a sigh of relief.