"I don't need you to worry about whether I can take responsibility," Zhong Niangyao glanced at Li Yiqiu, who was still lying on the hospital bed, "but if you don't let me participate in the rescue now, and something goes wrong, then all the responsibility will be on you."
Upon hearing this, the chief physician's face instantly darkened, and even through his mask, it was apparent how ugly his expression had become.
An intern stepped forward and whispered a few words into the chief physician's ear.
Moments later, Zhong Niangyao took direct control of the emergency rescue, pulling out her silver needles and swiftly inserting them into several acupuncture points on Li Yiqiu, which immediately stopped the blood that had been steadily flowing.
"The bleeding has stopped, the bleeding has stopped!"
Everyone present was stunned by this miraculous sight. Even the previously skeptical chief physician, after witnessing Zhong Niangyao's extraordinary skill, willingly became her assistant.
