The scene had descended into chaos.
There were many onlookers, but most were just watching the commotion.
Two concrete slabs were pressing down on the scaffolding. Needless to say, Zhao Erdan and the others couldn’t move the scaffolding. Even if they could, in this situation, any slight movement would kill the worker trapped underneath on the spot.
"Out of the way!" Ye Guichen did not expect such a sudden incident and pushed through the crowd to get inside.
He grasped the scaffolding with both hands, ready to lift it off.
"Boss, you..." Zhao Erdan was about to question if he could manage, but Ye Guichen was already exerting force.
With a forceful heave.
The ton-heavy scaffolding made creaking sounds and began to lift slowly.
The crowd gasped in astonishment.
Zhao Erdan and four or five others couldn’t move it together, yet Ye Guichen managed to lift it alone?
"What are you standing around for? Get the person out quickly." Ye Guichen commanded sternly.
Zhao Erdan started, then quickly teamed up with a few workers to carefully pull the trapped worker to an open area.
The worker had already lost consciousness, probably just clinging to life.
"Call an ambulance!" Zhao Erdan shouted urgently.
At this moment, a man in his sixties emerged from the crowd.
The elder glanced at the worker, "It’s no use, it’s too late to send him to the hospital now."
Zhao Erdan looked up to see that it was an elder in a long robe, with gray hair and beard.
Someone in the crowd evidently recognized the elder.
"Isn’t that Divine Doctor Hua from Tongren Hall?"
"How could it be fake? I almost died last time, but under Mr. Hua’s treatment, look at me now, alive and kicking."
"That’s great, that means he has a chance!"
Clearly, this elderly man called Mr. Hua was highly skilled in medicine.
Zhao Erdan, desperate in his moment of crisis, turned to him.
"Mr. Hua, please help, save him." Zhao Erdan pleaded hastily.
Hua Jingsong squatted down and checked the worker’s pulse, frowning deeply: "His injuries are severe, several ribs are broken, and the spleen is completely crushed. He’s hanging on by a thread, won’t last ten minutes."
"What? What should we do?" Zhao Erdan was in a panic, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
They had hoped for prosperous days ahead, but now, no one expected such a disaster.
Hua Jingsong shook his head gently: "Forget it, notify his family immediately. Rushing to the hospital is meaningless, don’t bother."
Zhao Erdan’s face turned ashen at his words.
A few workers who seemed to know the trapped worker beat their chests in distress.
"The scaffolding was fine. How could it suddenly collapse?"
"Yeah, Xiao Liu said we’d get foot massages tonight. How am I going to explain this to his wife?"
"Divine Doctor, please, find a way to save him!"
The worker who spoke seemed particularly close to Xiao Liu, the trapped worker.
Now that Xiao Liu was near death, they were all in deep sorrow.
"It’s useless unless a deity descends." Hua Jingsong shook his head, stood up, and turned to leave.
Zhao Erdan frantically grabbed Hua Jingsong’s hand: "Doctor Hua, please think of something, anything."
Mr. Hua immediately grew stern: "It’s not that I don’t want to save him, I really can’t."
"True, if Mr. Hua can’t do it, why trouble him further?"
"Don’t waste your effort, if Mr. Hua can’t save him, sending him to the hospital is pointless."
The crowd seemed very familiar with Hua Jingsong’s skills.
In the meantime, Ye Guichen squatted down and pulled Zhao Erdan aside: "It’s alright, he won’t die."
"Huh?" Zhao Erdan looked at Ye Guichen, puzzled: "Boss, what do you mean?"
Zhao Erdan didn’t know Ye Guichen had medical skills, thinking he was merely comforting him.
Ye Guichen repeated, "I said this worker won’t die."
Then, he quickly pressed a few points on Xiao Liu’s body.
Hua Jingsong scoffed, "Young man, the person is on the brink of death. Stop showing off; you might end up in trouble."
"Yes, who are you to say he won’t die when Mr. Hua has given up?"
"He’s just putting on a show, fooling around, isn’t he?"
"Some people just don’t know their limits, obsessed with gaining fame."
Most people thought Ye Guichen was seeking attention.
After all, if Doctor Hua said there was no hope, saying otherwise would draw attention, even if he failed.
Ye Guichen ignored the mockery, pulled the injured person’s clothes aside, and after a brief inspection, directed: "Erdan, get some thread and alcohol, quickly."
"Huh?" Zhao Erdan’s mind was blank. Without thinking, he ran off to get the items as ordered.
Hua Jingsong snorted, "Young man, showing off gains you nothing."
Then turned and left.
He had no interest in watching Ye Guichen’s "performance."
The person was almost dead; how could some thread save him?
It sounded absurd to Hua Jingsong.
He had come to discuss business with the new Medicinal Food Restaurant, not to witness this farce.
As Hua Jingsong left, the crowd around shook their heads at Ye Guichen.
"Look, even Mr. Hua isn’t interested."
"Young man, stop faking it; if the person dies, you’ll be in big trouble."
No one believed Ye Guichen could save the dying worker.
Chen Ziran’s eyes sparkled.
Though she knew Ye Guichen’s exceptional medical skills, she had never seen him in action up close.
Strangely, her heart raced.
"Guichen, can you do it?" She hoped for a miracle, though it didn’t seem likely that anyone could pull the injured man from the gates of death.
Before long, Zhao Erdan returned with needle and alcohol.
Ye Guichen took them, focusing quickly on the injured man’s spleen area.
The worst injury was there; stabilizing it would prevent imminent death.
After disinfecting with alcohol, Ye Guichen threaded a needle and plunged it into the abdomen.
The crowd sneered in disdain.
"Does he think he’s a divine doctor?"
"Hah, is he stitching him up like clothes?"
"Never heard of such a thing."
But as the crowd jeered, Ye Guichen’s thread, seemingly pulled by a strange force, suddenly stiffened.
Meanwhile, the steel needle and thread appeared to fuse together.