Is it hard to chase the school beauty?It doesn't matter, she still has roommates

"I just had some family matters to deal with. Please calm down. I promise I'll attend classes on time from now on."

Li Ping was left speechless, both amused and exasperated by his actions.

"You kid. You always do this. I'm warning you, if you skip class again..."

Before she could finish speaking, Li Ping's phone suddenly rang.

She answered the phone, her expression instantly turning serious.

"What? Thirty-two babies? Okay, I'm coming right away!"

After hanging up the phone, Li Ping hurriedly packed her things.

"There is an emergency at the affiliated hospital of the medical university. Thirty-two infants have suddenly developed high fever, vomiting, and lung infection. Their condition is critical."

Qin Luo immediately became serious.

"I'll take you there."

Li Ping hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

The two quickly left the office, and Qin Luo drove the Koenigsegg to the hospital as fast as possible, ensuring safety.

Fifteen minutes later, the car stopped in front of the hospital's emergency building.

Li Ping hurriedly got off the car, turning back to give him some instructions before leaving.

"Remember your promise, you must go back to school this afternoon!"

"Understood, Director Li."

Qin Luo smiled and replied.

As Qin Luo watched Li Ping enter the hospital, he was about to leave when he suddenly noticed a file folder on the passenger seat that Li Ping had left behind.

He sighed, picked up the file folder, and followed them inside.

After inquiring at the front desk, Qin Luo learned that Li Ping was attending an emergency consultation in the conference room on the seventh floor.

He took the elevator upstairs, gently pushed open the door to the conference room, and found the atmosphere inside so heavy it was almost suffocating.

The large screen in the center of the conference room displayed the medical records and examination reports of thirty-two infants.

A middle-aged man with gray hair and gold-rimmed glasses was speaking. Qin Luo recognized him as Huang Weimin, the president of the affiliated hospital of the medical university.

"That's the situation. Thirty-two infants developed high fever, vomiting, and lung infection symptoms almost simultaneously. Conventional antiviral treatment was ineffective, and their conditions continued to worsen."

Huang Weimin's voice was heavy.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is not only about the lives of these children, but also about the reputation of our hospital."

The conference room was filled with hospital experts and senior physicians, but no one spoke.

Qin Luo quietly walked to the corner, placed the file bag on the table next to him, and was about to leave when he was drawn to the following conversation.

"How can we prescribe the right treatment without a comprehensive examination report?"

A middle-aged doctor with slicked-back hair spoke up, and Qin Luo noticed that his name tag read "Associate Chief Physician Ma Youcai".

"If I rush into treatment and something goes wrong, who will be responsible? My promotion review is next month."

An elderly traditional Chinese medicine doctor with white hair sighed.

“We have tried many antiviral drugs, but with little effect. These children's immune systems are too weak; if this continues…”

The conference room fell silent again.

Huang Weimin looked around at everyone, his eyes filled with disappointment.

Doesn't anyone have any suggestions?

In the midst of this suffocating silence, a clear voice suddenly rang out.

"Can I see those children?"

All eyes turned to the source of the sound: a young man in casual clothes was raising his hand, his expression so calm that he didn't seem to be in this high-pressure meeting.

The air in the meeting room was so heavy it felt like you could wring water out of it.

Qin Luo sat in the second row, near the side, his fingers lightly tapping his knees, his gaze shifting back and forth between the projection screen and the expert speaking.

He wore a dark blue shirt today to make himself less conspicuous among the group of doctors in white coats.

"Based on the current situation, the cause of the symptoms in the 32 infants remains undetermined."

On stage, the head of pediatrics at the municipal hospital pushed up his glasses, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

We have ruled out several common neonatal infections.

Qin Luo's gaze swept across the conference room.

Professor Li Ping, sitting in the front row, was taking notes with a furrowed brow. She was the mentor who had brought her to audit the class and a pillar of the hospital's internal medicine department.

The people sitting around me were all chief physicians from various departments, the youngest of whom was over forty years old.

No one would notice the young man in the second row who looked like an intern.

"Could it be some kind of new virus?"

Director Wang of the Gastroenterology Department proposed a hypothesis.

"Impossible, the NICU has the strictest isolation measures in the entire hospital."

Someone immediately objected.

The discussion reached a stalemate.

Qin Luo stopped pointing. He stared at the examination data on the screen, and an idea became clearer and clearer in his mind.

He stood up.

"I think it might be cholera."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a bomb exploding in the conference room.

Everyone turned their heads toward the source of the sound, and when they saw that the speaker was a young man, their surprise turned into confusion.

"Qin Luo! Sit down!"

Li Ping turned around abruptly, her eyes filled with panic.

She lowered her voice.

This is not the place for you to speak.

But it was too late. Whispers filled the conference room.

"who is this?"

"It seems to be a student brought by Director Li."

"Cholera? Are you kidding me!"

Ma Youcai, the hospital's surgical director and Li Ping's biggest rival for the vice president position, let out a sneer.

"Director Li, is it a bit against the rules for you to bring students to participate in an expert consultation?"

Li Ping's face turned ugly.

"Director Ma, Qin Luo is just here to audit the class and learn."

"study?"

Ma Youcai raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over Qin Luo with disdain.

“Studying should be about taking notes honestly, not about showing off in this kind of setting.”

He turned to Qin Luo.

"Little friend, do you know what cholera is? These babies are in the NICU. Even their own mothers have to be disinfected three times before they can enter. Where did the Vibrio cholerae come from?"

A few chuckles of agreement rang out in the conference room.

Qin Luo felt a surge of heat rush to his head.

He looked directly at Ma Youcai.

“Director Ma, I understand your concerns. But medical diagnosis should be based on symptoms and test results, not on the word ‘impossible’.”

"Wow, you're quite the talker."

Ma Youcai spread his hands exaggeratedly.

"Then, Qin, please tell us old folks how you came to this astonishing conclusion?"

Li Ping tried to stop her again.

"Qin Luo, that's enough!"

But Qin Luo had already walked to the projection screen and was pointing at the data on it.

“Please look at these infants’ symptoms: lung infection, increased tracheal secretions, persistent high fever, urinary tract infection, and signs of multiple organ failure.”

His fingers traced over several key data points.

"These are the typical clinical manifestations of cholera."

"Bullshit!"

Ma Youcai slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

"The most typical symptom of cholera is diarrhea, so where did these babies get their diarrhea symptoms from?"

"The symptoms of cholera in newborns are different from those in adults."

Qin Luo's voice was unusually calm.

"Because infants' digestive systems are not fully developed, Vibrio cholerae is more likely to invade the respiratory and urinary systems. This was documented in detail in a 2018 Lancet study."

The meeting room fell silent for a moment.

Ma Youcai's face darkened. "Armchair strategist! Do you know what you're saying? If these babies really had cholera, there would have been a large-scale outbreak long ago!"

"That's the crux of the problem."

Qin Luo's gaze swept across the entire room.

"The Vibrio cholerae bacteria have mutated in these infants, resulting in reduced infectivity but increased virulence. I recommend immediate Vibrio cholerae-specific testing."

"enough!"

Ma Youcai sneered.

"Director Li, your student is good at reciting, but this is about treating patients and saving lives, not classroom Q&A. He doesn't have a medical license, yet he's pointing fingers here. What will people think of our hospital if word gets out?"

Li Ping's face had turned ashen.

"Qin Luo, go back to your seat!"

Just then, the door of the conference room was pushed open.

Zhang Ming, the director of the laboratory department, rushed in, panting, waving a stack of reports in his hand.

"The results are in! Detailed examination reports for all twelve infants!"

Everyone's attention immediately turned to Zhang Ming.

He strode to the front of the stage, his voice trembling with excitement.

"We found a variant of Vibrio cholerae in all samples! The symptoms perfectly matched those of lung infection, increased tracheal secretions, urinary tract infection, and signs of organ failure!"

The conference room suddenly fell silent.

Ma Youcai's expression froze.

The pen in Li Ping's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Zhang Ming continued.

"The strangest thing is that this strain is transmitted differently from regular cholera, mainly through mother-to-child transmission and transmission via medical devices. Without special testing, it is completely undetectable!"

All eyes turned to Qin Luo simultaneously.

The air in the conference room seemed to freeze, and everyone's eyes were focused on that excessively young figure.

Acupuncture?

Ma Youcai's lips twitched, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"Qin Luo, have you been watching too many period dramas? This is a top-tier hospital, not some makeshift clinic run by quack doctors!"

Qin Luo did not respond immediately. His gaze swept over the medical records of the infants on the conference table, and his fingertips tapped lightly on the surface.

"Dean Huang, these children's body temperatures are still rising, and their kidneys have begun to fail. At the current rate, irreversible organ damage will occur in at most two hours."

His voice was calm, yet it was like a sharp knife, shattering the false tranquility of the conference room.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Huang Weimin's forehead. He took off his glasses and wiped them with the corner of his white coat.

"Qin Luo, how confident are you?"

"Seventy percent."

Qin Luo looked directly into Huang Weimin's eyes.

"But if we continue with the current treatment plan, they don't even have a 30% chance of surviving."

"fart!"

Ma Youcai slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly.

"Dean Huang, this kid doesn't even have a medical license. You want him to treat cholera with acupuncture? If word gets out, how will our hospital maintain its standing in the medical field?"

Outside the meeting room, the anxious shouts of parents and the cries of children could be faintly heard.

Lin Meijiao pushed open the door and entered; the back of her nurse's uniform was already soaked with sweat.

"Dean Huang, the child in bed three has started convulsing, and his temperature is 41.5 degrees Celsius!"

There was a cry in her voice.

"The parents are getting out of control, we must take immediate action!"

Ma Youcai sneered.

"Director Lin, you've come at the perfect time. This 'medical university graduate' is going to treat your young patients with an embroidery needle!"

Lin Meijiao looked at Qin Luo in confusion. When she realized that the "high-achieving student" Ma Youcai mentioned was this young man who looked like a college student, her face turned pale instantly.

"Dean Huang, this is too risky!"

Huang Weimin suddenly slammed his fist on the table.

"enough!"

His voice boomed in the conference room.

"Ma Youcai, do you have a better plan? If not, shut up! Qin Luo, just tell me what you need!"

Qin Luo nodded, quickly took out a pen from his pocket, and wrote down a string of medicinal herb names on the back of the medical record.

"These Chinese medicines need to be decocted immediately, and at the same time, a set of sterilized acupuncture needles should be prepared."

He looked up and saw behind Lin Meijiao.

"I need an assistant."

In the corridor outside the ICU, the smell of disinfectant mingled with suppressed breathing.

Huang Weimin pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and looked at the young man in front of him with a furrowed brow.

"Advisor Qin, are you sure you want to choose her?"

Huang Weimin lowered his voice and pointed to the helpless little nurse standing to the side.

"Lin Xiaorou has only been at the hospital for less than six months and has little experience. Should we replace her with Head Nurse Wang?"

Qin Luo's gaze swept over Lin Xiaorou's slightly trembling fingers, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"It's her."

Lin Xiaorou suddenly looked up, revealing a pair of panicked eyes above her mask.

"Dean, it's me."

"This is an order."

Huang Weimin interrupted her, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Fully cooperate with Advisor Qin, understand?"

Lin Xiaorou bit her lower lip and nodded, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the hem of her white coat.

Behind the glass window of the intensive care unit, the faint cries of the babies pierced her heart like needles.

The terrifying word "cholera" swirled in her mind, and she could even imagine those invisible bacteria baring their fangs and waiting for a new host.

"Don't be afraid."

Qin Luo suddenly spoke, his voice low and steady.

"As long as I'm here, nothing will happen to you."

Lin Xiaorou looked up and met Qin Luo's unfathomable eyes.

There was none of the frivolity or arrogance she had expected, only a calming power within it.

She nodded as if possessed.

"Advisor Qin, here you go."

Li Ping walked over quickly and handed over an antique wooden box.

"It's all been disinfected."

Qin Luo took the wooden box and gently stroked its surface with his fingertips, as if performing some kind of ritual.

He turned toward the door of the intensive care unit.

"Let's go."

The moment the automatic door slid open, Lin Xiaorou's legs felt like they were filled with lead.

The pungent smell of medicine hit me, and the incessant alarms from the monitors stung my ears.

In the incubator closest to the door, a baby girl's face was flushed, and her breathing was so weak that her chest was barely rising and falling.

"Get ready, let's start with her."

Qin Luo pointed to the baby girl, who was already wearing rubber gloves.

Lin Xiaorou mechanically went through the preparations, but her mind was in complete turmoil.

Could this man, who looked only a few years older than her, really cure cholera, a disease that even antibiotics couldn't treat, with just a few silver needles? She secretly glanced at Qin Luo's profile: his high, straight nose, his slightly pursed thin lips, and the slight furrowing of his brows when he was focused.

It is indeed beautiful, but can beauty cure diseases?

"clothing."

Qin Luo's voice pulled her back to reality.

Lin Xiaorou carefully unbuttoned the baby girl's onesies.

The baby's burning hot skin sent a chill down her spine; such a tiny life, already enduring such pain.
"Press here, yes, that's it."

Qin Luo opened the wooden box, and thirteen silver needles gleamed coldly under the light.

He picked up the first needle, hovered his fingertip above the baby girl's chest for a moment, and then plunged it in with lightning speed.

Lin Xiaorou's eyes widened. (End of Chapter)