The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

The old doctor gestured for Yang Shuisheng to proceed.

"Young man, let's go inside and talk."

He led Yang Shuisheng to a small doctor's office in the back, which contained only a table, two chairs, and an old bookshelf filled with medical books.

Intern nurse Xu Xiaomei followed her in, and casually closed the door slightly to block some curious glances from outside.

"Sit down, young man." The old doctor sat down first, then pointed to another chair. "My surname is Li, and I am one of the attending physicians at this clinic."

"This is Xu Xiaomei, my apprentice. She just came here from the county health school for her internship."

Xu Xiaomei stood next to Dr. Li, her face slightly flushed, and nodded to Yang Shuisheng.

Dr. Li looked at Yang Shuisheng and asked earnestly, "Young man, do you know how to perform acupuncture yourself?"

"This is no joke."

"Acupuncture is a legitimate medical practice. If the acupoints are not identified accurately or the technique is incorrect, it will be ineffective at best and may even cause injury at worst."

"I'm giving you the silver needles. If you go back and mess things up, I'll be responsible."

Although Yang Shuisheng had just shown off his skills, he was still a little uneasy.

"Don't worry, Dr. Li, I've studied with others."

"Moreover, I was taught by an old itinerant Chinese medicine doctor who lived in our village for a period of time. He taught me some basic skills in recognizing acupoints and performing acupuncture, and also passed on a few emergency prescriptions."

"The acupressure technique I used to relieve asthma was taught to me by him."

Hearing this, most of the doubts on Dr. Li's face disappeared.

"Oh, so you studied under a famous teacher. That explains it."

As the saying goes, nine out of ten quack doctors are frauds.

However, it must be admitted that there are indeed many truly skilled people hidden in the mountains and fields, who do not show off their abilities.

He thought for a moment and said to Xu Xiaomei beside him, "Xiaomei, go and get a set of our spare new silver needles."

"OK."

Xu Xiaomei quickly turned around and went out.

A short while later she returned with a rectangular aluminum needle box wrapped in sterile gauze.

Here you go, buddy.

She handed the needle case to Yang Shuisheng with both hands.

Yang Shuisheng took it; it felt slightly heavy in his hand.

He opened it and took a look. Inside, there were neatly arranged silver needles of varying lengths and thicknesses, gleaming with a cool luster.

"Dr. Li, how much does this injection cost?" Yang Shuisheng asked, closing the injection box.

"Money?" Dr. Li waved his hands repeatedly, his face full of sincere gratitude. "No money needed! Young man, if it weren't for you today, our clinic would be in big trouble. Who knows what kind of trouble that old Liu would have caused."

"This set of needles is a small token of our gratitude from Xiao Xu and me to thank you for your help. Please accept it."

"Also, don't leave at noon. I'll treat you to a meal, and we can become friends."

"I'm not going to eat."

Yang Shuisheng shook his head and carefully tucked the needle box into his pocket: "Dr. Li, Nurse Xu, thank you for your kindness, but I have something to do at home and need to go back quickly."

He was eager to go back and use the newly acquired medicinal herbs and silver needles to treat his body.

Seeing that Yang Shuisheng was adamant, Dr. Li couldn't force her to stay, but he was a little disappointed.

"By the way, sir, what...what's your name?"

At this moment, Xu Xiaomei, who hadn't said much until now, suddenly mustered her courage and asked in a soft voice, "Which village are you from?"

Yang Shuisheng glanced at her; the girl was indeed pretty.

She was much purer than Liu Yulan and Bai Qinglian in the village.

"My name is Yang Shuisheng, from Taohua'ao."

"Peach Blossom Valley... Yang Shuisheng... I'll remember that."

Xu Xiaomei repeated the name softly, as if she wanted to engrave it in her heart.

Yang Shuisheng didn't linger any longer. He nodded to the two of them and turned to leave the office.

"Dr. Li! Quick! Come out and take a look!"

Just as his hand touched the doorknob.

The office door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Another slightly older nurse rushed in, panting and looking anxious.

"Old man Wang from the town is dying. He was just carried in, but he's already outside."

Dr. Li's expression changed, and he abruptly stood up: "Old Master Wang? Quickly!"

He immediately rushed out with the nurse, and Xu Xiaomei quickly followed.

Yang Shuisheng paused for a moment, then followed the flow of people to the outside consultation room.

In the middle of the consultation room, a makeshift bed had been set up using a door panel.

Lying on it was a thin, bony old man with his eyes closed. He looked to be over seventy years old, and his breathing was extremely weak, with barely any rise and fall of his chest.

A well-dressed middle-aged man was kneeling beside the old man, tightly holding his withered hand and crying out to Dr. Li, "Dr. Li! Quick! Please save my father!"

"He was fine at home just now, but suddenly he collapsed and wouldn't respond no matter how I called him."

This middle-aged man was Wang Kun, the owner of Yuelai Teahouse.

However, Yang Shuisheng did not recognize him, and Dr. Li only anxiously called out "Boss Wang".

Dr. Li had already squatted down and quickly checked the old man's pupils and pulse. He then leaned over his chest to listen to his pulse, his expression growing increasingly grave.

"Boss Wang, the old man's condition... is very bad."

"Respiratory failure, barely detectable pulse, loss of consciousness."

"The initial assessment is that it may be a pulmonary emergency, such as severe pneumonia or pulmonary embolism leading to respiratory and circulatory failure."

"Our resources here are limited; he must be sent to the county hospital immediately for emergency treatment."

"I'll have someone contact the county hospital to send an ambulance right away."

"Then what are we waiting for? Contact them quickly!" Wang Kun's eyes were red with anxiety.

Dr. Li immediately instructed a nurse to make a phone call.

After making the arrangements, he looked at the frail old man, then at Wang Kun, his tone heavy.

"Boss Wang, there's something I need to say upfront."

"The road from Daliang Town to the county seat is in bad condition, and it takes at least two hours."

"Given the old man's current condition... it's really hard to say whether he can hold on until he reaches the county town."

"You need to... be mentally prepared."

As soon as he finished speaking, as if to confirm his words, a nurse next to him suddenly exclaimed, "Dr. Li, the blood pressure can't be measured, and the old man's heart rate is also dropping."

The old man's face grew increasingly ashen at a visible speed, his lips turned cyanotic, and his faint breathing seemed on the verge of stopping at any moment.

"Dad! Dad! Hang in there!" Wang Kun grabbed the old man's shoulders tightly.

"Quick! Adrenaline! Prepare for CPR."

Dr. Li didn't care about anything else. He shouted instructions and personally stepped forward to start chest compressions on the elderly man. Xu Xiaomei also quickly cooperated by preparing the emergency medication.

However, after a tense rescue effort, the elderly man's vital signs not only failed to stabilize, but instead deteriorated even faster.

The blood pressure line became almost a straight line.

Large beads of sweat dripped down Dr. Li's forehead, and his hands began to tremble as he pressed on her skin.

Wang Kun watched helplessly as his father's life rapidly faded away, his face pale and his eyes filled with despair.

Everyone around held their breath; the air was so oppressive it was suffocating.

Everyone thought that Old Master Wang probably wouldn't make it through this ordeal today.

Just when everyone thought there was no way to save the situation.

A figure suddenly darted out from the crowd and rushed to the old man's side in a few steps.

It's Yang Shuisheng!

Without even greeting anyone, he ripped open the old man's shirt, while simultaneously opening the aluminum needle case he had just acquired with his other hand.

With a flash of cold light, several silver needles of varying lengths were already held between his fingers.

"What are you doing?!"

When Wang Kun saw Yang Shuisheng's father, he suddenly looked up, grabbed Yang Shuisheng's wrist holding the silver needle, and demanded an explanation.

"Save him." Yang Shuisheng flicked his wrist, easily breaking free from Wang Kun's grasp, and looked at him calmly. "Your father is dying. If you delay any longer, he'll really be gone."

"Save someone? You think you can save someone with a few damn needles?"

Wang Kun looked Yang Shuisheng up and down, his face full of distrust and suspicion, before turning to look at Dr. Li.

"Dr. Li, is this young man also a doctor at your clinic?"