The family members could no longer remain calm.
The body was nearly rigid; would a silver needle really be of any use?
Su Ruanruan had reviewed the files—the internal organs of the two patients had sustained damage but were within the reversible range. Now, all that was needed was to clear the remaining toxins of the medicine from Yanning Pharmaceutical to right the wrongs.
She inserted the silver needle into several acupoints on one of the patients with gentle stabs.
The needle was somewhat thick, and to everyone’s amazement, it slowly drew out black blood.
Everyone was stunned.
Su Minghua was even more shocked. He watched as the patient’s complexion turned from green to white, then to yellow...
In less than half an hour, a large amount of black blood flowed out of the person, soaking through their clothes and the bedsheet, wet.
Then there was a groan.
The one who was on the brink of death actually opened their eyes, with much more clarity in them.
He was too weak to speak, but his wife and children were already in tears.
He woke up, he woke up.
His wife and daughter fell to their knees before Su Ruanruan, crying uncontrollably.
Seeing this, another family also kneeled down with a thud.
"Please, Miss Su, quickly treat my family member."
Su Ruanruan immediately went to help.
Another half-hour passed, and that person also awoke...
The ward was filled with tears of joy and crying.
The journalists were flabbergasted.
Was this truly a reincarnation of a deity?
Divine, is she really just an 18-year-old girl?
Su Minghua wandered like a lost soul into Su Yugu’s office. Upon his arrival, Su Yugu said with irritation, "Has Su Ruanruan killed someone?"
Su Minghua was still in a daze, as if greatly shocked.
Su Yugu waved his hand dismissively, "I saw this outcome coming. What does that young girl know? Now what we need to do is to firmly place the blame on her head."
Su Minghua slowly shook his head.
Su Yugu became angry: "So what if two people died! Look at the state of you! We need to think of a strategy quickly!"
Su Minghua finally found his voice, raspy, "The two... have woken up."
"Woken up?" Dean Su couldn’t believe it.
Su Minghua repeated himself.
Su Yugu hastily stood up, putting on his white coat: "Let’s see! Isn’t this just the calm before the storm?"
"Dad, this light of revival can’t shine that many times, can it?" Su Minghua murmured under his breath.
Su Yugu shot him a fierce glance and hurried toward the ward.
A large group of reporters blocked the doorway, floodlights flashing everywhere.
Su Yugu looked at his son: "Dead? All the journalists have come?"
At this point, Su Minghua dared not guarantee anything.
In the end, it was Su Yugu who pushed past the journalists to enter the ward, and immediately upon entering, he declared, "This patient was killed by Su Ruanruan, it has nothing to do with our hospital."
Hardly had he finished speaking when a middle-aged woman sprang up and slapped him fiercely. The woman was quite fierce: "Your family is the one with a death! My Old Li is perfectly fine."
It was then that Su Yugu realized that the two dying patients were actually awake, with IV drips now inserted into the backs of their hands.
Just moments ago, they couldn’t even be given IV fluids!
He was both shocked and elated.
Shocked that a life had truly been saved, elated that his reputation had been preserved.
But he was also a bit uncomfortable.
He admitted he was not as good as his younger brother Su Peiming, but it had never occurred to him that he couldn’t even match Peiming’s daughter.
How could this not embarrass and shame him?
After a long while, Su Yugu found his own voice again: "Ruanruan, how did you manage to save them?"
The journalists also crowded into the ward, with all the cameras pointed at Su Ruanruan.