"Doctor, the train still takes about forty minutes to the next stop. Look at this gentleman..." the conductor asked anxiously.
"Alas, I have already done what I should do. I hope this gentleman can be a blessing to us, but alas!" The doctor shook his head, and the train conductor and others felt their hearts sinking.
"Contact the next station immediately and ask them to prepare for first aid." The conductor took a deep look at the doctor and then said solemnly.
"If you don't mind, let me take a look. Maybe there is a way." Just as a flight attendant was hurriedly preparing to contact the next station, a calm young voice sounded from behind everyone.
The train conductor, the flight attendants, and the doctor all turned to look behind them, and saw a gentle young man standing behind him, who looked a bit like a college student, carrying a bulging shoulder bag, with a calm expression on his face.
said.
The doctor took a deep look at Yu Ziqing and said in a deep voice: "As a medical worker, it is commendable to treat patients as your own duty at all times. But young man, have you seen what happened just now?"
Apparently this doctor regarded Yu Ziqing as a doctor who was studying medicine or had just started working.
Yu Ziqing nodded and said, "I see it."
The doctor's face darkened a little when he heard this, and he said in a tone that sounded like a teacher scolding a student: "It is right for young people to not be afraid of tigers when they are born, but as a medical staff, you should always maintain a cautious attitude and not be a little arrogant.
, so as not to delay the condition and put the patient and the patient in danger. My name is Zhou Jimin, and I am the chief brain surgeon of Zhehai Provincial People's Hospital. If you still think it is necessary to re-diagnose and treat, I hope you can produce relevant certificates."
As he spoke, the doctor took out his relevant certificates from the bag he carried with him, but just as he unfolded his certificates, a flight attendant exclaimed in a low voice and said: "So you are President Zhou Jimin. Three years ago, I
My father had a brain tumor, and you operated on it, and he is recovering well now!"
After everyone heard this, they realized that the middle-aged man in front of them, who claimed to be a brain surgeon, was actually the director of Zhehai Provincial People's Hospital. There was no doubt in their hearts that this young man Yu Ziqing was just a mastermind.
Yu Ziqing didn't look at Zhou Jimin's ID, nor did he take out his own. Just because he heard that the doctor in front of him was Qian Mengqi's boss, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he said it calmly.
What everyone said was unexpected: "I'm not a doctor, and I don't doubt Director Zhou's diagnosis. I just want to say that I should be able to help this old man stop intracranial bleeding."
"Young man, we are rescuing people now, please don't cause trouble!" the train conductor said angrily.
However, Zhou Jimin saw a strong self-confidence in Yu Ziqing. He remembered that he had only seen this self-confidence in his doctoral supervisor who had died of illness, and based on his experience, he had just seen that the old man on the ground was in a very bad situation.
, he may not be able to support going to the hospital. Even if he can support it, he thinks the situation is not optimistic. The so-called dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor. Although Yu Ziqing is too young and gentle, Zhou Jimin still hesitated and waved his hand to stop the train conductor from continuing,
He asked: "Young man, what can you do? Can you explain it first? After all, human life is at stake."
"Acupuncture." Yu Ziqing opened his bulging backpack and took out a box with long silver needles placed in it.
Zhou Jimin's eyes couldn't help but light up slightly. Although he studied Western medicine, he had never doubted the profoundness of Chinese medical skills. It was a pity that too many magical medical skills were lost. Although acupuncture has been passed down to some extent, it is far from acupuncture.
It's still far from being cured or brought back to life.
"For young people, acupuncture in the brain is no small matter, especially if this patient is still bleeding intracranially."
"I can give you an injection first." Yu Ziqing interrupted Zhou Jimin calmly.
"This... is good!" Zhou Jimin hesitated slightly and said.
"Dean Zhou, how can this be allowed? What if?" the train conductor and others hurriedly tried to dissuade him.
"It's okay. Acupuncture is a miraculous medical skill that has a long history in the Chinese nation. Nothing will happen if you take a needle!" Zhou Jimin waved his hands and said, but his heart was actually beating a drum. After all, Chinese medicine pays great attention to experience. Yu Ziqing is too young, so young.
It’s hard for people to believe that he knows the ancient medical skill of acupuncture, let alone inserting a scarecrow!
Yu Ziqing glanced at Zhou Jimin with admiration. There are so few doctors like Zhou Jimin now, especially since he is a high-ranking dean. It can almost be said that he has become extinct.
Just when Zhou Jimin was calm on the surface but uneasy in his heart, a silver light flashed in front of his eyes, and he felt a slight itch between his eyebrows. His whole body became stiff and he couldn't move at all.
It’s over! It’s over this time! Zhou Jimin couldn’t help but panic.
Yu Ziqing smiled at Zhou Jimin, who looked panicked, and pulled out the silver needle. Zhou Jimin immediately felt light all over and regained his freedom.
Zhou Jimin looked at Yu Ziqing with shocked eyes for a while, and then said to the conductor: "I guarantee as a doctor that this gentleman does have miraculous acupuncture skills. Perhaps the old gentleman can survive this time with his help."
Difficulties."
"But..." The conductor was a little hesitant. Yu Ziqing's move just now was too fast. He and the people around him couldn't see anything strange at all. In the end, as the conductor, he was mainly responsible for this matter.
responsible.
"To be honest, if this old gentleman can't rescue him in time, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to survive," Zhou Jimin said.
Seeing that the conductor was still hesitating, Zhou Jimin gritted his teeth and said resolutely: "I am the director of Zhehai Provincial People's Hospital and an expert in brain surgery. If anything goes wrong, I will take full responsibility."
The train conductor thought that the other person was many times more authoritative than him in this regard. If it were true as he said, the gentleman would die before arriving at the station. When the time came, he would say that he would not listen to the nationally famous brain surgeon.
suggestion, then he really has an unshirkable responsibility. If the acupuncture fails, it will at least be because he listened to the dean's words and has an excuse.
"Okay!" The train conductor finally nodded.
Yu Ziqing walked towards the old man, sat cross-legged on the ground, put his head on top of his cross-legged legs, put his hand gently on his head, and wisps of true energy sneaked into the old man's brain along his scalp, exploring the inside of his skull.
Condition.
Seeing that Yu Ziqing did not apply the acupuncture, but instead inexplicably closed his eyes and touched the old man's head, everyone was surprised, including Zhou Jimin, but he gained more confidence in Yu Ziqing because of this.
After finding out the old man's internal bleeding, Yu Ziqing sighed secretly. If it hadn't happened right under his nose, he would have felt guilty for not rescuing him. Yu Ziqing really didn't want to save this patient, because the situation was indeed very complicated, and it would
It consumed a lot of his energy.
But since he took over, Yu Ziqing, who was arrogant in his bones, naturally wanted to cure the old man.