Chapter 2: The Mountain is on Fire!

  Pediatric department director Lin Tang Guozhong furrowed his brow, constantly issuing various emergency commands from his mouth.

  "Lin Mei, go and comfort the child's parents, do their job well. Let them be at ease for a while ----- quarreling here is of no use. It affects the treatment, whose responsibility will it be?"

  "Li Ming, are the bacterial culture results out yet? If they're out, hurry up and send them over."

  "Huang Shaoran ordered the rescue team to administer γ-intramycin antibiotics to infected infants according to the situation - increase the dosage."

  Seeing Lin Qingyuan, the director of the hospital, walking over with a group of people, Tang Guozhong hurriedly went to greet him. Wiping away the sweat beads on his forehead, he said solemnly: "Director, the situation is not optimistic. If we can't come up with a treatment plan, these children are probably..."

  "I understand. It's possible that it's infantile cholera." Lin Qingyuan said. Since he had chosen to let Qin Luo treat him, he should trust his conclusion.

  "What? Cholera?" Tang Guozhong's pupils suddenly dilated. "How could it be cholera?"

  "The director said it was cholera. Then it must be cholera. Director Tang, don't delay any longer. The director has invited a renowned expert from the Chinese medical field, and he will definitely cure the disease with his wonderful skills." Deputy Director Ma Yocai urged on the side, with a hint of schadenfreude.

  Lin Qingyuan ignored Ma Youcai's petty behavior and turned around to heavily pat Qin Luo's shoulder, saying: "Qin Luo, I'm counting on you."

  "Don't worry, Dean. However, I need an assistant." Qin Luoxi said confidently.

  He looked down and saw that the old man in front of him was not very confident in himself. If he didn't become more confident, he would probably back out on the spot.

  Time is pressing, can't afford to delay for a moment.

  "What help is needed? Which member of the expert group needs it, just mention it, I'm sure everyone will not refuse." Lin Qingyuan said.

  Qin Luo glanced around and casually pointed at a pretty little nurse, saying: "Her."

  "She?" Lin Qingyuan was slightly surprised. Then he nodded and said, "Okay."

  "Go in with Dr. Qin. Do your best to cooperate with whatever he needs," Lin Qingyuan said to the nurse.

  Everything needs to be coordinated, so Qin Luo cut off his own vicious thoughts and secretly scolded himself for being worthless.

  "Yes, Director." The female nurse's face turned pale with fright. She naturally knew how terrifying the contagiousness of cholera was. However, due to the director's authority, she didn't dare have any thought of resistance.

  "It's okay." Qin Luo smiled at the little nurse and pulled her hand, resolutely pushing open the sealed glass door of the neonatal intensive care unit.

  Many people came with a mindset of watching a joke, they didn't believe that a rustic and awkward young man could successfully treat cases that these experts found difficult to solve.

  When they saw Qin Luo enter the ward, they stood at the glass door and watched his performance inside.

  Qin Luo pulled out a long, silver box from his pocket and said to the nurse, "Let's start with bed 001. Help me get some disinfectant."

  The nurse responded with a sound and handed over what Qin Luo needed in a swift motion.

  Qin Luo disinfected the silver needle with alcohol while instructing, "Take off the baby's clothes. I'm going to use the needle."

  The nurse was very cooperative and quickly completed Qin Luo's handover.

  "Alright." Qin Luo said, and then quickly stabbed the silver needle in his hand towards several acupoints on the infant's chest, including Tiantu, Guanyuan, and Zanzhu.

  Deep and shallow, either piercing or provocative. Eighteen stitches in a row, the needle went in quickly and came out quickly. There was no gap in between, just like a magic show. The little nurse who assisted him on the side looked dizzy.

  "Alright. Cover the quilt. Then take off 002 bed baby's clothes. Hurry up. We don't have much time."

  "Is that all?" The little nurse asked with wide eyes.

  "Alright, next one."

  "Okay. Alright."

  "Is that... the Fire of Mount Li? Good heavens! He's actually using the Fire of Mount Li?" Outside the glass wall, an elderly Chinese medicine expert from the panel first looked grave, then let out a shocked cry.

  "Old Wang, what's with the wildfire?" Ma Youcai asked discontentedly. Looking at that young whippersnapper's needlework, it seemed he really did have a good hand.

  "The fire on the mountain. The ultimate technique of Taiyi God Needle." The old Chinese doctor apparently did not notice the deputy director's expression, and explained excitedly.

  "Taiyi divine needle? The Taiyi needle of Zhang Qingshan, the medical king of the Yongzheng era? According to records, wasn't it lost early on?" Lin Qingyuan was well-read and knowledgeable, and actually knew some anecdotes about the Taiyi divine needle.

  "Since it's been lost for many years, how do you know he used the Taiyi divine needle? At such a young age, how can you possibly understand such profound needling techniques?" Ma Youcai asked skeptically.

  "There won't be any mistake. He used the Taiyi divine needle. I saw the introduction of the Taiyi divine needle in an ancient book. Using a long one-inch-six-needle, three lifts and three releases, then with 'Phoenix Soaring Style' to withdraw the needle, can nourish the body and drive out the dampness and evil air from the body." The old Chinese doctor stubbornly refused to accept the deputy director's words.

  However, it is said that Taiyi needles require internal energy to operate. Could this young man be practicing qigong?

  "Haha. Looking at his frail appearance, it's impossible for him to have internal energy. Maybe he just looks like that. Let's wait and see the outcome." Ma Youcai sneered repeatedly.

  Qin Luo in the intensive care unit had no idea that his needle technique had sparked a debate outside, he concentrated all his attention, continuously inserting and withdrawing needles.

  His originally pale face was now even more bloodless, with big drops of sweat seeping out from his forehead and gathering into a small stream that slid down his cheeks, looking very tired.

  "Dr. Qin, let me help you wipe your sweat." The little nurse said with a red face, holding a clean white towel.

  "Alright, thank you." Qin Luo nodded, but didn't stop the motion of disinfecting the silver needle in his hand.

  The little nurse walked over with a towel and carefully wiped the sweat from Qin Luo's face.

  The young girl is sentimental. Looking at this handsome and charming little guy in front of her, looking at his amazing needlework skills, she can't help but feel a little moved.

  At this time, she had long forgotten about the contagiousness of cholera.

  "Only two left." Qin Luo said breathlessly. He had already treated thirty-four children in a row when he said this.

  Acupuncture is an extremely labor-intensive and physically demanding task. Recognizing acupoints requires accuracy, speed requires quickness, and needling requires skill, most importantly, the force applied varies depending on the different acupoints being punctured.

  Moreover, the old Chinese doctor was right. Using Taiyi Shenniao requires operating with Qi. Qin Luo, although he had a foundation in "Daoist Twelve Brocade" and had studied "Yinti Technique", still didn't have enough internal energy to support him continuously casting thirty-odd Taiyi Shenniao.

  "Doctor Qin, take a rest." The little nurse comforted again with a face full of concern.

  "We can't wait any longer." Qin Luo shook his head. "No parent is willing to lose their child."

  "But-"

  "Take off 035 bed's clothes."

  "Okay." The nurse could only respond with.

  Qin Luo used his left hand to grasp his right hand, thus preventing his right hand from going limp and dangling.

  Then, once again, the needle was jabbed into the struggling infant who was crying out in agony from the virus.

  Qin Luo was supported by a small nurse and walked out, after the last two children were treated with acupuncture, his physical strength had been completely exhausted.

  Just out of the neonatal ICU, a group of people rushed over.

  "Qin Luo, how are you?" Lin Qingyuan grasped Qin Luo's hand and asked anxiously.

  "Are you asking me or those babies?" Qin Luo asked with a smile.

  "They're all there. How are those kids doing?" Lin Qingyuan said.

  "They're fine now," Qin Luo said. "Licorice root four parts, Angelica two parts, rock salt three parts, and one and a half liters of rice water. Decoct with gentle fire. Half an hour later, feed them to drink."

  "That's good. That's great." Lin Qingyuan said repeatedly.

  Ma Youcai originally wanted to say a few words of rebuttal, but he suddenly changed his mind and walked up to Qin Luo with a smile on his face. He patted Qin Luo's shoulder very hard and said with a laugh: "A hero emerges in youth! I really couldn't see it coming. You saved 36 children, saved 36 families, and also saved the reputation of our hospital."

  "On behalf of the Affiliated Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine University, I would like to express my gratitude to you. Just now, I spoke a bit heavily, but I am also worried about the safety of these children. Please don't mind, little friend. I apologize for what I said earlier."

  Ma only then realized that this matter had been followed by media reports all along, and when the time came, they would naturally push Qin Luo, the main character who saved people, out.

  Now and he get along well, let him praise himself a few words when accepting interviews with reporters, it's much better than having an awkward relationship.

  "Apologize? Why don't you say three cups of penalty wine?" Qin Luo sneered.

  "What's your attitude? How dare you speak like that?" Ma spat blood in anger. This bastard actually refused the olive branch he himself had offered.

  "What attitude?" Qin Luo smiled and asked: "Are you my leader?"

  "Do you have something to ask of me?"

  "If neither of them is available, why should I be polite to someone like you?" Qin Luo pointed at the white coat that Ma Youcai was wearing and said: "As a doctor, if you can't save lives or treat injuries, then take off this uniform. Don't tarnish it."

  He had been displeased with this deputy director for a long time. If it wasn't for rushing to save people just now, he would have quarreled with the other party earlier.

  The scum within this medical system, apart from getting promoted and making money, consider everything else to be insignificant. Including the most precious lives.

  It's the existence of such people that leads patients to have many misconceptions about the originally great profession of doctors.

  A doctor without medical ethics is not worthy of respect from colleagues.

  "You... you..." Ma Youcai's facial muscles twitched, his finger pointed at Qin Luo, but he was so angry that he couldn't speak.

  Lin Qingyuan did not expect that Qin Luo, who looked gentle and weak, would be so overbearing and unwilling to suffer any losses. However, being able to give Ma Youcai some face was also something he was happy to see.

  When Ma Ye was about to burst with anger, Lin Qingyuan smiled and said: "Qin Luo, you're tired. Take a good rest. Leave the rest to us."

  "Alright." Qin Luo replied. He was truly exhausted. His eyes turned black and he almost fell over.

  Ah!

  Lin Qingyuan hastily opened his arms and was about to hold Qin Luo in his embrace.

  Men can be so scary!

  Then, an astonishing scene appeared.

  Qin Luo's body, which was about to fall forward, suddenly stopped and made a 180-degree vertical reversal that was beyond comprehension.

  Then with a girl's cry of surprise, he fell into the arms of the beautiful little nurse standing behind him.

  Soft and fluffy. Fluffy and soft. Warm and cozy. Like a mother's embrace.