Without a moment’s hesitation, Xi Yue took the child into her arms, not even pausing to wipe her hands.
A subtle stream of water elemental energy gathered slowly in her hands as she began pressing down on the child’s chest.
The child was too small and fragile to withstand the use of silver needles, leaving Xi Yue with no choice but to rely on heart massage, hoping it would resuscitate him.
After about a minute of applying pressure on his heart, the child’s legs suddenly jerked, followed by a loud, wailing cry.
The cry was startlingly loud, far more powerful than one would expect from a fragile newborn.
The operating room came alive with excitement and joy. Bai Yingfan, unexpectedly being a father, was pletely overwhelmed, fumbling in his confusion and panic.
Even Lin Peiyun, who had been unconscious, woke up and choked out, “My child… I heard my baby’s cry. Is my baby still alive?”
Bai Yingfan quickly brought the child to Lin Peiyun, his voice hoarse with emotion. “Yun, look, this is our child. He’s alive and healthy.”
Lin Peiyun’s eyes softened with tenderness and joy as she reached out, longing to touch the baby’s delicate little face.
But suddenly, her face went pale, and she slipped back into unconsciousness as a large pool of blood began to spread beneath her.
Panic swept through the entire operating room; the only one who remained calm was Xi Yue.
When diagnosing Lin Peiyun earlier, she had already anticipated this possible oute.
Dozens of silver needles swiftly pierced Lin Peiyun’s key acupoints. While they couldn’t pull her out of danger, they managed to stop the bleeding temporarily.
Xi Yue glanced over at Wu Shuqin and said firmly, “Hang up the prepared blood bags and start the transfusion.”
Wu Shuqin, Anling Yuan’s wife and a rank 2 doctor, had been briefed by Xi Yue on the procedure and techniques for the blood transfusion before entering the operating room.
At that moment, she snapped back to her senses and quickly hung the prepared blood bags, allowing the blood to flow through the tubes into Lin Peiyun’s body.
As the blood entered her body, the pallor and bluish tint on Lin Peiyun’s plexion gradually began to fade, returning to a healthier color.
Wu Shuqin exclaimed with delight, “The transfusion is working! Mrs. Bai’s plexion is improving!”
Xi Yue shifted her attention back to the still-open incision on Lin Peiyun’s body. The severe bleeding had been caused by a tear during the placental detachment, and she needed to suture the wound immediately.
“The crystal isn’t bright enough,” Xi Yue muttered with a frown.
Bai Yingfan reacted swiftly, quickly grabbing a few more crystals. Without bothering with the stand, he held them up high with his own hands.
Xi Yue paid him no mind as her hands moved swiftly, locating the wound and meticulously stitching it up with specially made animal thread.
As the wound was sutured and the bleeding stopped, along with the continued blood transfusion, color gradually returned to Lin Peiyun’s cheeks, and her breathing became steady and strong.
With the final stitches in place and the last knot trimmed, Xi Yue finally exhaled in relief and said, “The suturing is plete. The C-section… was a success.”
At her words, everyone in the operating room breathed a collective sigh of relief, their faces breaking into smiles.
At this moment, everyone including Bai Yingfan looked at Xi Yue with admiration and awe.
This was a young doctor with extraordinary, almost supernatural medical skills—someone who could snatch lives from the grasp of death itself. They had never encountered a doctor like him before.
Bai Yingfan gently stroked his wife’s rosy cheek, looking at Xi Yue with a mix of hope and joy, and cautiously asked. “Divine Doctor Xi, is my wife really going to be okay now?”
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