Yunyi didn’t refuse, realizing the gravity of the situation. Seeing the tools already prepared, she said, "Bring a basin of warm water."
She didn’t remain idle. Picking up scissors from the tea tray, she cut open the injured man’s clothes. A wild boar’s tusks had pierced his stomach; the wound was truly gruesome.
Yunyi glanced at the medicines on the tray, moving the ones she needed to the front. She noticed a plastic bottle labeled ’Hemostatic Powder,’ opened it, and sniffed the contents. It’s not the best, but it should work, she thought, then asked, "Do you have any silver needles?"
A middle-aged woman nearby answered urgently, "Yes, yes, I know where they are!"
With that, she dashed behind the medicine cabinet, fumbled around inside for a moment, and retrieved a cloth package. "Chu Zhiqing, here you go."
It looked like it hadn’t been used in a long time. "Is there any freshly boiled water?"
The old woman living in the courtyard next to the clinic quickly replied, "Oh, I have water on the stove right now; it should be boiling by now."
Yunyi quickly handed the silver needles to Gong Baotong. "Toss them in to boil. Add a bowl too. Use high heat and be quick. We’ll use that bowl to hold the silver needles later."
Gong Baotong didn’t dare delay; he took the items and rushed out.
Yunyi said to the Branch Secretary, "One person is enough in here. The rest of you, please wait outside."
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Without the silver needles yet, Yunyi could only use her fingers to press acupoints. I can’t let too many people see this, she thought. Thus, only Gong Weimin, Doctor Gong’s eldest son, and the Branch Secretary remained in the room.
Yunyi quickly pressed several acupoints. Seeing the bleeding from the wounds stop, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, she heard someone outside say the silver needles were ready, and the Branch Secretary quickly brought them in.
The people gathered outside were whispering amongst themselves. "Doctor Gong’s injuries are severe. Is this Chu Zhiqing really capable? Let’s hope she doesn’t delay things."
"That Chu Zhiqing is certainly bold to step up . Isn’t she afraid of being blamed if something goes wrong with him?"
"What are you saying? Didn’t you hear Weimin from the Gong family say that no matter the outcome, they won’t blame anyone?"
"That’s easy to say when everything’s fine. But if he really dies, do you think the Gong family won’t hold a grudge? Hmph! If you don’t believe me, just wait and see."
"We’re all members of the same brigade. Can’t you wish for the best? Doctor Gong has helped us all out so much. You should have some decency!"
Yunyi naturally heard what was being said outside, but she wasn’t the type to care about others’ opinions.
If I hadn’t stepped in, he probably wouldn’t even make it out of the village today, she thought. It’s not just his stomach that was pierced by the boar’s tusks; he has other bleeding points, and his left leg and arm are both broken.
Yunyi’s masterful and exquisite silver needle technique stunned both the Branch Secretary and Gong Weimin, Doctor Gong’s eldest son. Only then did they finally feel reassured.
No wonder Gong Baotong had recommended her; she truly was skilled.
After stopping the bleeding, suturing the wound, and setting his broken leg and arm—having someone find wooden boards to immobilize them—Yunyi finally said, "That should do it for now. You can take care of the remaining abrasions at the county clinic. They aren’t life-threatening."
The Branch Secretary and Gong Weimin understood Yunyi’s implication and didn’t make any further demands. After all, she had only been roped in to help save a life; it was natural for her to avoid taking on full responsibility.
Gong Weimin had already made arrangements with his family: some had gone to the production team to borrow an ox cart, while others had gone home to fetch necessities. Now, everything was ready, and they were all waiting outside.