Sent to the countryside, I turned the health center into a top-tier hospital.

Zhou Jie put the mask on the woman's face. Her fingers were still trembling as she pressed the oxygen flow valve, but she didn't make any mistakes.

"Draw blood to check coagulation panel, arterial blood gas, and complete blood count, and then order six units of red blood cells, four units of plasma, and two units of platelets."

Chen Ping rattled off the names and dosages of the medicines like a machine gun, quick and accurate.

Sun Xiaoyan responded and turned to run out, almost bumping into Li Fang, who was carrying a tray of medicine, at the door.

Li Fang placed the medicine tray on a small table next to the operating table. The tray contained several vials of injections, each with a handwritten label on it. The handwriting was crooked and messy, written by Li Fang as she ran back to the pharmacy.

"Dexamethasone 20 mg, IV push."

After Chen Ping finished speaking, he took out the silver needles from his needle bag. He chose the thickest kind, 0.35 by 75 millimeters, the kind he usually uses for thoracentesis.

Li Fang's hands were very steady; she broke the ampoule, drew out the medicine, expelled the gas, disinfected, and pushed the needle in one smooth motion.

After the medication was administered, the numbers on the monitor did not change significantly, but at least they did not drop any further.

Chen Ping unbuttoned the woman's clothes, revealing her thin chest.

His ribs bulged out one by one, his skin was sallow, and beads of sweat still clung to it.

He inserted the silver needles one by one, the first needle at Zhongwan, the second at Guanyuan, and the third at Qihai.

The depth, angle, direction, and force of the needle tip piercing the skin are all different for each needle, and they are all drawn from the "library" in the mind.

As his fingers twirled the needle handle, the surging information in his mind gave him another kind of "vision," and he could "see."

Those tiny emboli in the pulmonary artery are like countless fine grains of sand blocking the blood vessels, preventing blood from flowing through, and causing the alveoli to expand and contract with difficulty due to lack of oxygen.

The acupuncture points where the silver needles are inserted are mobilizing the body's remaining qi and blood, pushing them to where they are most needed.

The fourth needle is inserted at Xuehai, the fifth at Dadun, and the sixth at Sanyinjiao.

After the three needles were inserted, the woman's breathing suddenly slowed down, the gurgling sound in her throat lessened, and the rise and fall of her chest became more pronounced.

On the monitor, the blood oxygen saturation dropped from 82 to 87.

"Aminophylline, 0.25 g, intravenous drip. Heparin, 5,000 units, intravenous push. Also, start a crystalloid infusion to expand her volume."

As Chen Ping spoke, he pinched the handle of the silver needle with his thumb and forefinger and continued to twist it.

His eyes were fixed on the numbers on the monitor, while his peripheral vision caught glimpses of the woman's lips and nails.

Sun Xiaoyan ran back, breathless, holding the blood sample tube that had just been drawn.

She placed the blood sample tube on the tray, stood on the other side of the operating table, and waited for Chen Ping's next instructions.

After Li Fang finished administering heparin, she started an intravenous drip of aminophylline.

The fluid in the IV tubing dripped down slowly, one drop at a time, at a rapid pace.

The wheezing in the woman's throat grew fainter and fainter until it was almost inaudible.

The numbers on the monitor are changing.

Blood oxygen levels jumped from 87 to 90, and then from 90 to 93.

My blood pressure has stabilized and stopped dropping. Although it's still low, it's at least starting to rise.

My heart rate dropped from over 150 to 120.

Chen Ping didn't stop. He twisted the silver needles again, each time in a different direction and with a different number of rotations.

Sweat started to bead on his forehead again.

No one dared to speak. The only sounds in the operating room were the beeping of the monitor and the dripping of the IV tubing.

About ten minutes later.

The woman's lips changed from cyanosis to grayish-white, and then from grayish-white to a very light pink.

Her closed eyes twitched, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened them a crack.

Although her eyes were still blurry and her pupils were still somewhat sluggish in responding to light, she had regained consciousness, and that was enough.

Chen Ping removed the last silver needle, pressed the puncture site with a cotton swab, straightened up, took off his mask, and let out a long breath.

He seemed to have been holding his breath for a long time, and when he finally exhaled, he looked half an inch shorter.

He walked to the operating table, looked down at the woman, and gently patted her shoulder.

The sound wasn't loud, and it was a little hoarse, but it was very clear.

"Big sister, it's alright now. You had a little trouble just now, but you're stable now."

The woman blinked and her lips moved.

She probably wanted to say something, or maybe laugh, but she simply didn't have the strength. She just closed her eyes, and tears streamed down her cheeks and into her ears.

Everyone in the health center gathered in the corridor.

The man, who was leaning against the wall, heard Chen Ping say "Hold on," and his legs went weak, causing him to slide down the wall.

Wang Tao rushed over to help him, but the man grabbed his arm, squeezing out a few words, "Is she alright? My wife is alright?"

Wang Tao nodded vigorously and pulled him up from the ground.

The man went in, squatted down beside the operating table, took his wife's hand, buried his face in the back of her hand, his shoulders trembling, and he fell silent.

Li Fang leaned against the operating room door frame, took off her mask, and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

She wanted to say something witty to lighten the mood, but when she opened her mouth, nothing came out; she just let out a long sigh.

Wang Tao leaned against the corridor wall, his legs still trembling slightly.

He watched Chen Ping walk out of the operating room, his white coat half-soaked, his mask hanging on one ear, and his face covered in sweat.

"Dr. Chen, I was standing at the door watching you give those injections, and I didn't understand them at all."

Wang Tao scratched the back of his head and smiled a little foolishly, "Could you teach me when you have time? I'll treat you to a week's worth of fruit."

"No need to offer fruit. If you really want to learn, I can teach you. Whether you can learn it or not depends on your own comprehension," Chen Ping said with a smile.

"He has absolutely no aptitude for learning; he'll never be able to learn it..."

At this moment, Li Fang, who was leaning against the door of the operating room, joked.

"Sister Fang, don't underestimate me. Once I finish my internship and become a real doctor at the health center, I'll definitely show you my medical skills," Wang Tao said defiantly.

"Okay, okay, I'll be waiting..." Li Fang smiled.

"Dr. Chen, what's the pregnant woman's condition?" Wang Jianguo asked as he walked over.

Amniotic fluid embolism.

Upon hearing those four words, Wang Jianguo's eyes widened, his mouth gaped open, and his reading glasses nearly fell to the ground.

Wang Jianguo pushed his reading glasses up his nose, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened and closed several times before he could close it.

He had worked at the health center for over twenty years and had seen many difficult and complicated cases, but he had only ever seen the term "amniotic fluid embolism" in textbooks and had never encountered a case during his internship.

Amniotic fluid embolism?

His voice was half an octave higher than usual, filled with an incredulous astonishment. "I heard about this disease from experts at the provincial hospital when I was doing my advanced studies in the provincial capital. Even in those big hospitals, with multidisciplinary consultations, blood transfusion departments stocking up on blood, and ICUs ready to put patients on ventilators at any time, the chances of survival were less than 50%."

"You pulled her back from the brink of death in this run-down operating room, with just a few needles and some medicine?"

"Dr. Chen, I, Old Wang, have lived in Siping Township for over twenty years and have seen at least dozens of doctors, but none of them have your skills. Your technique is top-notch, even in the provincial capital."