An Yiqing, a hot figure in the dical world, hailed as a genius! So say she is the hope of the dical community, while others call her a unique flower. Regardless of how the outside world evaluates her, those brilliant rescues at the competition are rembered by countless insiders. Even her ridian suturing surgery and the video of reviving a dead person have been eagerly studied by major hospitals, serving as their most important projects.
Then there’s Qin Yue beside her, whose remarkable psychological treatnt has beco a classic case in the field of ntal health. Even their hospital is clamoring to invite Qin Yue or An Yiqing for a seminar.
No one expected that those two legendary figures would now be standing right in front of them!
"How are the patient’s physical data?" An Yiqing stepped up to the surgical table, observing the instrunts beside Zhang Wen.
"Blood pressure has been continuously dropping, the heart has stopped three tis, and there is severe internal bleeding. The blood bag with the sa blood type in the hospital is nearly depleted," the male doctor said.
An Yiqing nodded and turned to glance at Qin Yue.
"Third Senior Brother."
Qin Yue understood intuitively and took the scalpel from the doctor beside him, "You guys take a break, leave this to us."
With that, he lowered his head, making swift movents with the surgery tools reflecting cold light under the shadowless lamp, leaving the surrounding dical staff in awe.
The male doctor was stunned for a mont, but quickly reacted, pulling his colleagues aside to avoid accidentally touching Qin Yue who was operating.
At this mont, An Yiqing suddenly produced a white embroidered pouch from sowhere and unfolded it, revealing silver needles and tools gleaming coldly under the shadowless lamp.
Ah!
One of the nurses exclaid in surprise but quickly covered her mouth. She pointed excitedly at the set of silver needles and tools in front of An Yiqing.
This was the set of surgical tools she had seen countless tis on television and online during the dical exchange competition. She had wished she could see this perfect set of surgical tools in person one day, and today it actually ca true!
The nurse’s reaction caught the attention of her colleagues, who were amazed when they saw An Yiqing’s set of tools.
It was like seeing a star you could only see on TV suddenly appear in front of you; the surprise and shock were indescribable.
An Yiqing paid no mind to the expressions of the dical staff, quickly selecting silver needles and swiftly piercing Zhang Wen’s various major points. In an instant, silver needles danced, silver lights flashed before everyone’s eyes, and rows of silver needles magically fell upon Zhang Wen’s body.
An Yiqing’s acupuncture technique stunned those watching; if their faces weren’t covered by masks, their mouths would surely be agape.
"Junior Sister, the patient’s condition isn’t good, the ridians in the thigh are severed."
An Yiqing responded with a hum, her glazed eyes scanning Zhang Wen’s thigh before swiftly making an incision.
The doctors felt as though they were enjoying a grand cinematic production. An Yiqing and Qin Yue gave them a new understanding of the term "surgery."
When technique reaches a certain level, even the bloodiest surgeries can beco a form of art.
As ti ticked away second by second, beads of sweat began to form on An Yiqing and Qin Yue’s foreheads. Fortunately, the physical data that had hit rock bottom now miraculously started to rise.
The dical staff widened their eyes in disbelief, watching the numbers steadily climb. They had prepared themselves for the worst outco, as the patient was clearly beyond rescue. Yet, surprisingly, she was alive now!
A miracle! Simply a miracle!
As An Yiqing and Qin Yue concluded the surgery, the group wheeled Zhang Wen’s bed out, still feeling as if they were in a dream.
"Niece, how’s she?"
"Miss An, how... how is she?"
Li Yuhang and Li Taishan asked respectively.
An Yiqing removed her mask and took a deep breath, "The patient’s life is saved, and if she can safely make it through the 24-hour critical period, there will be no more issues. However, her spine is broken; though it’s been treated, her legs will have difficulty moving. You need to be ntally prepared."
An Yiqing’s aning was clear; Zhang Wen’s spine injury has left her legs paralyzed. She will spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair.
"Miss An, is there no other way?" Li Taishan’s eyes reddened. He rembered how Zhang Wen used to love dancing. The loss of her legs must be a heartbreaking blow for him.
An Yiqing shook her head regretfully, "Uncle Taishan, she suffered a total of thirty-seven stab wounds, two of which pierced the spine, one pierced the heart. Additionally, three pierced the lungs, and the thigh muscles are severed. Her survival itself is already a miracle."
The group of dical staff nodded, acknowledging that without An Yiqing and Qin Yue, given their hospital’s standard, saving Zhang Wen would have been impossible. Even if a miracle occurred, and she was saved, she would be in a vegetative state, spending the rest of her life on a hospital bed. In her current state, where only her legs are immobile, is already a dical miracle.
Li Taishan understood this point, though he found it hard to accept at the mont.
"However, Uncle Taishan, though Aunt Zhang’s legs can’t recover now, it doesn’t an they won’t recover in the future."
Li Taishan suddenly lifted his head, looking stunned at An Yiqing, "What do you an?"
An Yiqing smiled lightly, "I’m planning a retreat soon. Maybe when I erge, I’ll be able to heal Aunt Zhang’s legs. But, Uncle, don’t hold too much hope. After all, when it cos to retreats, even I’m unsure." The reason Zhang Wen’s legs can’t bear weight is the injury to her spine affecting the nerves in her legs. With ordinary dical techniques, her injuries can’t be healed. However, An Yiqing is not an ordinary person; if she can treat Zhang Wen’s spine again and reorganize the nerves in her legs, she can make her stand again. But this would require imnse expenditure of Inner Breath, and with her current expertise, it’s still not enough.
Of course, she could ask Master Ye Chenghong for help, but An Yiqing doesn’t want the elderly to travel back and forth. Moreover, Zhang Wen, though pitiful, has indeed made mistakes, and must face the consequences of her actions.
Let her endure this hardship for a while.
Zhang Wen was wheeled into the specialty care ward, and upon hearing the news, Li Sixing rushed over in a wheelchair despite the nurses’ attempts to stop him.
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