After being separated from my family, I became a darling of the military region thanks to my medical

"Let go! Don't press down on him!"

Ye Zhen strode to the bench and shoved the woman's arm away.

"If you press any harder, his ribs will break!" Ye Zhen shouted sternly.

She slammed one knee heavily on the concrete, gripped the back of the boy's head with her left hand, and quickly flipped him onto his side. "Turn your head! Turn to the side!"

The boy's jaw was clenched so tightly that his upper and lower teeth ground together with a screeching sound. White foam mixed with blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, smearing his face. The convulsions had spread from his limbs to his torso, his whole body arched like a fully drawn bow, his spine almost piercing through his skin and flesh from his back.

Hypoxic spasm combined with epileptic seizures!

Ye Zhen brought two fingers together and swiftly probed the boy's carotid artery. The pulse she felt was fast and thin, as tangled as a tangled mess.

Looking at his face again, the previous bluish tinge had completely turned into a terrifying purplish-black. The boy's chest heaved violently, his suprasternal notch was deeply sunken, and a piercing wheezing sound like a broken bellows came from deep within his throat. He wasn't exhaling, and the sound was getting weaker every second!

"Airway blocked! Thick phlegm is choking him! Lin Yi, suction device!"

Lin Yi knelt beside her, sweating profusely with anxiety: "Teacher Ye, the makeshift clinic in the square only has medicine, not a foot-operated suction device! It will take at least three minutes to get to the emergency room by trolley!"

Three minutes! Brain deprivation for more than five minutes results in irreversible damage. By the time the gurney arrives, the person will have already suffocated to death.

Zhou Ming squatted down beside the child, gripping the child's wrist tightly with one hand to check for a pulse, while clutching his pocket watch with the other, his eyes red with anxiety. He knew perfectly well that if the phlegm didn't come out within thirty seconds, the child would die here today.

The boy's convulsions suddenly began to subside. This wasn't an improvement; it was a sign that his body was about to run out of oxygen, and his pupils were slowly dilating!

Everyone around was stunned. The villagers were so frightened they didn't dare breathe, and the interns were completely frozen in place. In an era when even providing basic oxygen was difficult, the lack of equipment was like a death sentence from heaven.

Ye Zhen didn't waste any words. She glanced down at the stethoscope hanging around her neck and ripped it off.

Grip the ends of the rubber tube tightly with both hands, and twist and pull sharply!

With two muffled "thuds," she ripped the metal earpiece and the receiver from the bottom off, and they rolled to the ground. A half-meter-long hollow rubber tube remained in her hand.

"Tongue depressor!" Li Hong reacted quickly, tearing open the sterile packaging with trembling hands and handing over a wooden tongue depressor.

Ye Zhen used her left hand to firmly hold the boy's jaw joint to the side, then pressed down hard with her fingertips. Taking advantage of the moment when the boy's jaw muscles relaxed in pain, she used her right hand to wedge a tongue depressor into his jaw.

She pried open a crack in her mouth. Holding the rubber tube, she slid it down the inside of her mouth and into the depths of her throat.

Dozens of eyes in the room were fixed on Ye Zhen's hand, and no one realized what she was going to do.

The next second, Ye Zhen lowered her head. The tube continued to probe downwards, avoiding the uvula by feel, and precisely touched the phlegm plug above the glottis.

She lowered her head and shoved the other end of the rubber tube directly into her mouth.

There was no quarantine, and no hesitation whatsoever.

Li Hong took a step back, her mind blank for half a second, then her blood rushed to her head, and she tightly covered her mouth. Lin Yi's eyes instantly turned red. The farmers watching stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Hiss—" A muffled hissing sound came from the rubber tube.

A thick, yellowish-green phlegm, streaked with blood, was forcibly drawn up through the translucent tube and rushed directly into Ye Zhen's mouth.

Ye Zhen turned her head away and spat out her phlegm onto the cement floor next to the bench.

Ye Zhen didn't even frown.

She slightly adjusted the angle of the tube, inserting it half a centimeter deeper, and took it back into her mouth, tightening her cheeks again as she sucked hard for the second time. This sip was thicker than the last, almost blocking the middle of the tube. Ye Zhen suddenly increased her suction, her cheeks sinking deeply.

With a "pop," the entire phlegm plug was sucked out!

She tilted her head and spat it out again, inevitably getting yellowish-green sputum on the corner of her mouth, but she didn't bother to wipe it off.

The third time. A slight "squeak" sound was heard as the tube was pulled out.

Immediately afterwards, the boy's chest suddenly thrust upwards.

"Cough! Cough cough cough!"

A long, sharp inhale, like a drowning person finally surfacing. Air rushed back into the alveoli!

The boy, with his eyes closed, burst into a violent cough, accompanied by heart-wrenching sobs. His previously purplish-black face visibly lost its deathly pallor, slowly regaining the color of a living person.

With the airway cleared, the person in the clutches of the King of Hell was forcibly taken back.

The convulsions subsided within ten seconds, and the arched spine slowly relaxed. Ye Zhen reached out and pried open her eyelids to look; her dilated pupils were rapidly contracting. She placed two fingers back on her carotid artery—it was pulsating strongly.

"Pulse!" Ye Zhen's voice was hoarse.

Zhou Ming gripped the child's wrist tightly, glancing at his pocket watch as he loudly reported, "The heart rate has dropped! The pulse has stabilized!"

"Oxygen!" Lin Yi rushed over carrying a green oxygen bag, deftly put on his mask, and opened the valve.

The woman slumped on the bench, her hands tightly covering her mouth, her shoulders convulsing silently. She had witnessed a young female doctor in a clean white coat kneeling on the cold, hard cement floor, sucking out the deadly phlegm from her son's throat with her own mouth!

She crawled over on all fours, grabbed the wailing boy and pulled him into her arms, then turned and knelt down in front of Ye Zhen with a thud. Her head hit the concrete floor hard, making a dull thud.

"Doctor! You are a living Buddha to our whole family!"

A sudden commotion erupted among the villagers. The man from Zhumadian, clutching half a form, stood frozen for a long time, utterly unable to bring himself to suck that stuff with his mouth. The old Shandong man with a cane instantly reddened his eyes, his rough hands trembling. Dozens of farmers stood or squatted, wiping away tears, laughing and crying at the same time.

Ye Zhen helped her up, then slowly straightened herself, supporting her aching knees. A gust of early spring wind blew, causing the hem of her white coat to sway slightly.

Two gray marks on her knees were worn shiny, her left sleeve was stained with yellow, and there was still some murky phlegm left on her fair chin.

Ye Zhen raised her hand and beckoned, her voice clear and calm: "Li Hong."

"Here!" Li Hong answered, her voice cracking and thick with nasal tone.

"Patient number 042 is immediately moved to the ICU, put on cardiac monitoring, and given an ampoule of diazepam as a backup! Notify Dean Zhang Guohua that this child's surgery must be performed within 48 hours. Have a blood test done!"

"Yes!" Li Hong wiped her eyes and, together with the others, quickly lifted the boy onto the stretcher and pushed it towards the emergency room.

Order was quickly restored in the square, but everyone who passed by looked at Ye Zhen with a deep sense of awe. These privileged interns all stared at Ye Zhen with red eyes.

In this dilapidated square, they finally weighed the true weight of the phrase "a doctor's benevolent heart."

Gu Zheng pushed through the crowd and strode in.

His military overcoat was unbuttoned, carrying the chill of early spring. The moment his gaze fell on Ye Zhen's face, the veins on the Living Yama's jaw throbbed, his heart aching terribly.

He didn't say a word, but strode up to Ye Zhen. His tall figure stood like a wall, completely blocking the probing gazes from outside.

He held a glass of warm water to Ye Zhen's lips, and with his other hand, he took out a faded military green handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her.

Ye Zhen took the water glass, took a big gulp of warm water, tilted her head back and gurgled it twice in her throat, then turned and spat it into the drain next to her. She rinsed her mouth three times before vigorously wiping the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, forcibly suppressing the nausea churning in her stomach.

She handed the water glass back to Gu Zheng.

"You really don't mind the dirt," Gu Zheng said in a low voice, his tone deep.

"Disgusting." Ye Zhen folded the handkerchief and stuffed it into her pocket. "But a living person can't be choked to death by a mouthful of phlegm. If I don't save him, he'll be in the morgue today."

Gu Zheng didn't reply. He knew her too well. This woman was cold-hearted and had a cold exterior, but beneath her white coat beat a heart warmer than anyone else's.