"Did the Shuxin Soup work?" Qingyan raised her beautiful eyes and asked the butler next to her.
The butler was stunned for a moment and quickly replied, "Yes, the person who delivered the soup said that the Shuxin Soup has a miraculous effect on the heart and won't have any side effects when combined with other medicinal herbs..."
"It won't," Qingyan finally figured out the problem, "but the old man's current physical condition is too weak. Drinking this soup will have a reverse effect."
"So, there is no problem with the soup, it's just that the old man's constitution is not suitable?" The butler didn't expect this young girl in front of him to be so capable, being able to identify the problem just by sniffing.
Just then, the door to the operating room opened and a nurse rushed out in a hurry.
"Mr. Si, it's so good to see you! Could you please sign on the surgery notice?" she said, holding out a pen and paper.
Si Yechen looked at the items in her hand but didn't take them. Instead, he asked coldly, "How is my grandfather's condition?"
"It's not good... Please trust us, we will do everything we can to save Mr. Si. At the same time, please help us sign the notice."
"...What do you think?" Si Yechen turned his gaze to the young girl next to him.
"The old man's condition hasn't reached that point yet," Qingyan naturally understood what signing the surgery notice meant. She checked the time and said, "Wait for me for a moment."
She took off her single-shoulder bag and handed it to Si Yechen, who naturally took it.
Everyone was stunned by the sight of the girl walking away.
"Master, who is this girl?" The butler was confused. How could she make Chen Ye carry her bag?
"Isn't the direction of the operating room over there? What is Qingyan Miss doing over there?" Qingmu was also puzzled.
"Mr. Si, the old man's condition is very serious, please make a decision quickly." The nurse was getting anxious. She didn't know what medicine this girl was trying to sell. It was already this late, and she was wasting precious time for the patient's treatment.
Qingyan went to Tang Yiyang's office and asked for a set of needle packs. Then, she let the nurse lead the way to change into sterile clothing.
"Mr. Si, what is this...?"
What was going on here?
The nurse was stunned and looked at Si Yechen. Was this girl crazy? Was she going to perform surgery on Mr. Si herself?
She was not even of legal age, wasn't this just going in and making trouble?
"Listen to her," Si Yechen's words undoubtedly gave Qingyan support.
"Whatever she says, you do it."
The nurse understood and dared not say more. She quickly led Qingyan into the operating room.
"Chen Ye, let's go to the observation room and wait. At least we can see which step the surgery has reached," Si Yechen said, taking Qingyan's bag and walking ahead.
Inside the operating room, when Professor Zhang saw that it was Qingyan who had arrived, he suddenly felt relieved and gave up his position as the lead surgeon to her.
Ever since he witnessed her medical skills last time, he was in awe of her...
The nurse was shocked...
Was this girl really so influential?
Could she be the teenage prodigy physician that everyone was talking about in the hospital yesterday? The one who operated on Mr. Si?
If so, it's not surprising at all... After all, even the renowned heart surgeon, Professor Zhang, failed in front of her...
After finishing the remaining operation, Miss Qingyan found that Mr. Si's breathing was still weak, and the situation was not optimistic.
"Miss Qingyan, what should we do now?" The other doctors were clearly at a loss.
Having been in the medical profession for so many years, they were all able to handle various situations with ease, except for Mr. Si's condition, which left them all at a loss.
"Wait."
When Qingyan spoke with such firmness, the other doctors were all opposed to it.
"Mr. Si's breathing is getting weaker and weaker, why wait? What are we waiting for?"
"Now is the golden rescue time, every second is extremely precious!"
Seeing Qingyan standing in front of the operating table without doing anything, the other doctors became anxious.
"If you have no other solutions, don't be stubborn, let Professor Zhang try again."
"After all, you're young, and you've never seen this kind of situation before. Professor Zhang, can you think of another way? We can't just sit and wait like this..."
"If you can't do it..."
"Who said I can't do it?" Qingyan raised her gaze and confidently looked at the person speaking.
The other person was startled by her momentum, "If you can do it, then take action!"
Mr. Si's breathing was getting weaker and weaker...
The ventilator frequently beeped reminders...
When Qingyan heard the sound, she decisively opened the needle pack.
Everyone was shocked. What was she planning to do? Acupuncture???
"This is the operating room! Are you going to give the patient acupuncture here?"
"The patient is barely hanging on, he can't take your torture."
"If you have no other solutions, please step aside and don't waste everyone's precious time!"
Qingyan inserted silver needles into various acupoints on Mr. Si's head, heart, and arms one by one.
The nearby nurse was frightened. This girl had so much courage. She dared to poke Mr. Si like a sieve...
"Don't use your traditional Chinese medicine tricks to deceive people here!"
Finally, a doctor couldn't stand it anymore and was about to stop her, but Professor Zhang rebuked him, "Enough!"
The nurse also chimed in, "Just now, Mr. Si said that we should listen to her and do as she says."
With Mr. Si's endorsement, the others dared not speak up in anger. Only one person was bold enough to say, "Okay, you treat him!"
As the silver needles penetrated Mr. Si's major acupuncture points, he soon coughed up blood...
Everyone was shocked.
Even the caretaker in the observation room was frightened, "Is Mr. Si okay? This seems to be even more serious..."
How could it be that he was coughing up blood?
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Mr. Si's condition gradually stabilized.
The ventilator no longer made a harsh sound.
All the doctors were stunned, staring at Qingyan in disbelief.
When Qingyan felt that it was about time, she casually said, "It's okay, send the patient back to the ward." She then started to remove the silver needles one by one.
All the doctors looked at her with a complex gaze.
"If you hadn't performed the surgery without authorization... Actually, just a few needles could have solved the problem."
Qingyan packed up her needles and left after leaving these words.
Everyone was shocked. Professor Zhang was the first to understand her words. He thought back to the process and acupoints that she had used to needle Mr. Si, and suddenly understood, "Amazing, it's really amazing, so that's how it is..."
He had studied traditional Chinese medicine and knew about Qingyan's technique...
However, other Western doctors didn't understand the subtlety of it and came over to ask:
"Professor Zhang, did you understand? Tell us..."
"How did she do it?"
"Why did needling a few acupoints solve the problem?"
"Lord Chen... Miss Qingyan..." Qingmu was so shocked that she couldn't say a complete sentence.
Who was this immortal being?
So many expert doctors couldn't handle the situation, but she was able to do it with just a few needles?
Were the other doctors just incompetent, or was she just too powerful?
As Qingyan walked out of the operating room, she saw a man coming towards her with her bag hanging over his shoulder. She had handed him the bag in a hurry earlier and didn't expect him to carry it for such a long time.