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

The meeting room erupted in chaos.

The head of the obstetrics and gynecology department was the first to stand up. The chair leg scraped against the ground with a sharp, piercing sound. He turned and ran towards the door, the hem of his white coat swung at the doorway, and he disappeared.

Dean Ma's face turned pale instantly. When he stood up, the notebook in his hand fell to the ground. He didn't bother to pick it up and ran outside. His leather shoes clattered on the floor tiles as he rushed out as if he were putting out a fire.

Chen Ping put the report on the podium and followed after him in a few quick steps.

The young obstetricians and gynecologists followed behind, and they all ran off in a flash.

The people in the meeting room looked at each other, some stood up and looked outside, and some took out their phones to make calls.

The emergency room was downstairs; it took me less than two minutes to run down.

When Chen Ping rushed in after Dean Ma, the place was already in complete chaos.

The new mother lay on the gurney, her face as white as paper, her lips cyanotic, her breathing shallow and rapid, and a gurgling sound that Chen Ping was all too familiar with coming from her throat.

It was exactly the same as what he heard in the operating room of the health center: muffled, heavy, like something was blocking his airway, unable to go up or down.

The numbers on the electrocardiogram monitor were dropping: 88, 85, 82. The nurses were frantically pushing medications, connecting oxygen, and drawing blood. Several people were crammed around the trolley, shouting at each other, making it impossible to tell who was saying what.

The head of the obstetrics and gynecology department stood by the bed, his forehead covered in sweat, the collar of his white coat open, and a few strands of his hair falling down and sticking to his face. He was flipping through the medical records and giving medical orders, his voice cracking.

"Dexamethasone 20 mg IV push! Aminophylline 0.25 g IV drip! Quick! Send the coagulation panel to the lab, and call the anesthesiology department for intubation!"

Her voice was hoarse from shouting, her hand pressed on the mother's chest, and her expression changed from arrogance in the conference room to utter anxiety.

The blood oxygen level on the monitor kept dropping: 88, 85, 82. With each drop, her brows furrowed and her lips turned white.

"0.5 mg epinephrine IV push! Prepare defibrillator!"

The nurse pushed in another dose of medication, but the mother's condition did not improve at all. Her blood pressure continued to drop, her heart rate began to become erratic, and the green line on the screen was jumping erratically.

The head of the obstetrics and gynecology department's hands were trembling, but she didn't stop and issued another medical order.

The nurse hesitated for a moment, then said, "Director, we've already given three injections."

"Push, keep pushing!" The head of the obstetrics and gynecology department was getting anxious.

Chen Ping stood at the entrance of the emergency room, neither pushing forward nor making a sound.

He had both hands in the pockets of his white coat, clutching his needle case tightly inside.

The obstetricians and gynecologists were all crowded around the trolley. Some were making phone calls to schedule blood donations, while others were flipping through medical records to check medication dosages. The expression on each of their faces was slowly shifting from anxiety to despair, and the light in their eyes was gradually fading.

After administering the last dose of medication, the head of the obstetrics and gynecology department leaned over, panting heavily, with sweat dripping from his forehead and down his nose onto the mother's sheets.

She stared at the numbers on the monitor that were still dropping, her lips trembled, and she couldn't utter a single word.

The young doctor next to her whispered, "Director, why don't we call the family?" Before he could finish speaking, she glared at him and shut him up.

"Let me try."

Chen Ping spoke up.

The sound wasn't loud, but everyone in the emergency room heard it.

The head of the obstetrics and gynecology department turned to look at him, his eyes filled with resentment and dissatisfaction, but he said nothing.

Chen Ping didn't explain much. He took out his needle case from his pocket, walked to the cart, and unfolded it.

A row of silver needles gleamed coldly under the emergency room lights. They were as thin as hair, but each one seemed to have eyes.

He asked the nurse to take off the mother's clothes.

The nurse glanced at the head of the obstetrics and gynecology department, who nodded, before the nurse began to work.

Chen Ping pressed his fingers on the woman's abdomen, inserting needles into Zhongwan, Guanyuan, and Qihai acupoints one by one. The force and rhythm of his finger twisting were exactly the same as in the operating room of the health center last time, neither too heavy nor too light, neither too fast nor too slow.

Then came Xuehai, Dadun, and Sanyinjiao. After six needles, he had someone administer heparin and aminophylline, the dosage exactly the same as the last time, not a bit more or less.

The emergency room quieted down, with only the beeping of the monitors, one beep after another, slowly and steadily.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the red blood oxygen number on the screen.

It stopped at 82 and didn't fall any further.

After about two minutes, the numbers started to rise: eighty-five, eighty-eight, ninety.

My blood pressure has stabilized; the systolic pressure has slowly climbed from 70 to over 90.

My heart rate gradually dropped from 150 to 120, and the green line on the screen stabilized, no longer beating erratically.

The gurgling sound in the mother's throat gradually subsided and eventually disappeared. The color of her lips changed from cyanosis to grayish-white, and then from grayish-white to a light pink, like water suddenly seeping out from a nearly dried-up riverbed.

Chen Ping removed the last needle, straightened up, put the needle case away in his pocket, and then turned to look at the head of the obstetrics and gynecology department.

The head of obstetrics and gynecology stood beside the trolley, his hands hanging at his sides. He looked at the numbers on the monitor that had stabilized, then at the mother's noticeably improved complexion. He took off his gold-rimmed glasses and wiped them; the lenses had become fogged up at some point.

She put on her glasses, glanced at Chen Ping, her lips moved slightly, but she didn't say anything or ask anything else.

The young obstetricians and gynecologists nearby exchanged glances and lowered their heads. Some closed the patient records in their hands, while others put their pens back in their pockets.

Dean Ma stood at the entrance of the emergency room, leaning against the door frame, letting out a long sigh, and wiping the sweat from his forehead.

The breath was deep, as if it released all the tension, worry, and lingering fear that had been building up on the way from the conference room to the emergency room.

He walked over, patted Chen Ping on the shoulder, said nothing, then turned around and said something to everyone in the emergency room.

"Someone in the meeting room just now asked how Dr. Chen diagnosed amniotic fluid embolism and how he treated it under the conditions of the health center. Now you don't need him to answer; you saw it yourselves."

No one speaks.

The emergency room was so quiet you could hear the dripping of the IV bag, each drop like a tap on everyone's heart.

The head of the obstetrics and gynecology department stood next to the trolley, head down, took off her gloves and threw them into the trash can, then turned and walked out of the emergency room. Her high heels clicked on the floor tiles as she walked towards the conference room.

When everyone returned to the conference room, the atmosphere was completely different from before.

The previous buzzing and whispering had stopped, and the two rows of doctors in white coats who had been standing against the wall were now sitting upright.

The obstetricians and gynecologists in the front row came in one after another from outside the door, and quietly returned to their seats, their expressions still showing signs of shock from what had just happened in the emergency room.