By the old man’s side was a teenager who looked at Feng Qingxue anxiously, "Doctor, quick, please look at my grandfather!"
The teenager was only sixteen or seventeen years old, tall and skinny, his face full of youthful shyness and panic.
He was practically at a loss in face of this situation.
Feng Qingxue had no time to scrutinize the appearance and attire of the old man and the young boy, nor had she the time to answer the boy. She solely focused on giving the old man first aid. After a careful checkup of the old man’s condition, she took out a Bezoar Pill from her emergency kit.
The Bezoar Pill was something she had prepared in her previous life. Each pill cost several hundred yuan. She had stored many in her space.
Each pill cost several hundred to almost a thousand yuan, quite expensive indeed, but very effective. It could be considered a lifesaving drug.
She took one out of her stock and kept it in her emergency kit just in case.
She never thought that the Bezoar Pill would be needed on a train ride.
Upon getting water from the train attendant, she quickly administered the Bezoar Pill to the old man. Next, she took out her Golden Needle, treated him with some quick and deft punctures, then told the teenager, "Fortunately we were close by since we are staying in the sleeper compartment. We arrived in time, otherwise the consequences would have been severe."
Heat stroke, fainting.
Without her, the old man would not have been in great danger of losing his life, but if he was left untreated for long, he might end up bedridden for the rest of his life.
The Bezoar Pill removes heat toxins and restores consciousness, it’s a lifesaver for those fainting due to stroke.
After hearing Feng Qingxue’s words, the train conductor bent over, "Thank you, comrade! Thank you, comrade!"
The boy, seeing his grandfather’s improved complexion, was endlessly grateful. He repeatedly thanked her, "Thank you, comrade, for saving my grandfather. Thank you, thank you!" He bowed to Feng Qingxue.
"No need to thank me, it is what I should do." Feng Qingxue put her needles away and stood up, only to find that the old man had awakened.
"What happened to me?" The old man had just awakened and detected some slight immobility of his body. His face changed immediately, "Zizhong, Zizhong, Zizhong, did I have a stroke? Your grandmother was paralyzed after having a stroke."
"Grandpa!" The young man didn’t know how to answer this question.
Feng Qingxue reassured, "Comrade, there’s no need to panic. Your symptoms are very mild, otherwise you wouldn’t have woken up so quickly."
"Thanks to this comrade who saved you." The train conductor interjected, "She gave you medicine and treated you with acupuncture. You regained consciousness in no time. You must thank this comrade for her righteous rescue."
The old man finally looked at Feng Qingxue, asking his grandson to assist his sitting up.
Leaning on the boy, he soberly thanked Feng Qingxue. "Thank you, comrade, for your rescue. May I have your honourable name?"
While tidying her emergency kit, Feng Qingxue responded, "You can tell from my uniform that I am a medical soldier. Our duty is to save lives. There’s no need for such formalities."
"Comrade, you saved my life. For me, you are my great benefactor. I am indebted to you for saving my life. Surely I should know the name of my lifesaver and her origin?"
The old man was very persistent, leaving Feng Qingxue no choice but to respond, "My name is Feng Qingxue. I serve in the Southwest Military Region."
The old man memorized it at once, "My name is Cui Hongbin. My grandson is named Cui Zizhong. His father, Cui Shaoyuan, is an official of moderate rank in the Capital. We’re just returning from a family visit. If you ever need help in the future, just let him know."
Feng Qingxue was taken aback. Wasn’t Cui Shaoyuan one of those significant figures during the tumultuous era?
...The cost of several hundred actually means seven hundred to nine hundred. It is colloquially referred to as ’Big Three.’ Nine hundred is known as ’Big Big Three.’