Chapter Eighteen: The Scene of the Car Accident

  On the highway, as passengers continued to get off, Zhang Yi also came down and looked at the long queue of cars in front and behind him. After a moment of contemplation, Zhang Yi set off towards the big bridge ahead.

  Some people encounter traffic accidents and are afraid of being unable to avoid them.

  But Zhang Yi was determined, since he decided to go to Jingnan City for further study, he had made up his mind that in the future, he must make a name for himself in the medical field and become a good doctor with professional ethics.

  After walking through a large crowd for three or four minutes, Zhang Yi had already arrived at the head of the Hongyingtan Bridge, where the car accident scene was located.

  Six cars of different models, including sedans and SUVs, were scattered with shattered glass all over the ground. Two of the vehicles were almost beyond recognition. Around the accident site, some injured people had been pulled out, but others were still trapped inside, wailing in agony. Bloodstains could be seen everywhere on the ground, as if telling the tragic story of the accident scene.

  The guardrail of the highway was hit and broken, Zhang Yi, who was walking along the edge of the bridge, had seen a red sedan fall off there, near the edge of the turbulent river below, about twenty meters deep under the bridge. The distance from the bottom of the car to the rushing water was only two meters.

  "Hurry up, take off your clothes. Who has a knife? Tear the clothes into strips. This wounded man's wound is too deep and long, and the bandaged wound can't stop bleeding completely. Damn it... why didn't I bring the first-aid kit?" A middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses, his face full of urgency, shouted loudly at two young men beside a dozen or so wounded people.

  "Teacher, his wound is really too severe, we must find a way to suture it, otherwise it's impossible to stop the bleeding." One of the young men quickly took off his jacket and said with a bitter face.

  Chu Zhongyang never thought that on the way back from a medical seminar in another city with two students, he would encounter such a serious car accident.

  Looking at the seriously injured person in front of him, if he didn't stop the bleeding soon, it would likely lead to death from excessive blood loss. He hated himself for not bringing a first-aid kit.

  What's wrong?

  Can't just stand by and watch the wounded die from excessive blood loss right before one's own eyes?

  "Who has a needle and thread? The wounded man's wound must be sewn up at once, or else there will be danger to his life. Who has a needle and thread?" Chu Zhongyang shouted loudly.

  Hundreds of people surrounding and watching, one by one with a puzzled expression, shaking their heads.

  "I'm coming!"

  Zhang Yi, who squeezed over from the crowd, said in a low voice.

  Chu Zhongyang's face showed a look of surprise, and he hastily asked: "Young brother, do you have needle and thread? Quick, quick, bring it out. I need to suture the wound for the injured person."

  Zhang Yi rushed to the injured person's side and shook his head saying: "I don't have a needle and thread."

  Chu Zhongyang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly shouted: "What are you doing here without any business? Get out of the way!"

  Zhang Yi didn't bother with Chu Zhongyang again, and swept away the hand that had been pushed over. His gaze fell on the injured person's left thigh, where a wound about ten centimeters long was visible. The sharp object had torn through the flesh, and although it had been simply bandaged with cloth, blood seeped through the fabric and continued to bleed outward.

  Zhang Yi's left hand pressed down on the injured person's left calf, while his right hand quickly grasped the area next to the wound. As the vital energy liquid flowed into his fingers, he rapidly sealed off the acupoints next to the wound and allowed a thread of vital energy liquid to seep into the wound.

  "What are you doing?"

  Chu Zhongyang's face changed greatly, and he glared at Zhang Yi, shouting.

  Zhang Yi calmly said: "Help him stop the bleeding."

  "Nonsense! How can you young people be so lacking in public morals? He's seriously injured now, and you're still coming over to stir up trouble..." Chu Zhongyang said angrily, stretching out his hand to try to push Zhang Yi away.

  Zhang Yi blocked his hand again, and said in a low voice: "I'm saving him, not making trouble. The acupoint next to the wound has been sealed by me, and at most ten seconds later, his wound will stop bleeding."

  Chu Zhongyang's expression froze for a moment, and he hastily asked: "Can you seal the acupoint at his wound? Who are you..."

  "Chinese medicine."

  In the faint night color, Chu Zhongyang's gaze fell on Zhang Yi's face.

  So young and yet a Chinese medicine doctor?

  He's probably only about twenty years old, what great achievements can he have in traditional Chinese medicine?

  This kid!

  It can't be a scam, right?

  Zhang Yi didn't have time to bother with Chu Zhongyang, as there were several other injured people at the moment, all of whom were bleeding from their wounds. After quickly getting up, he swiftly sealed off the acupoints next to the wounds of the other injured people before rushing over to a middle-aged woman who was clutching her arm and wailing in pain with a head wound that was gushing blood.

  "Auntie, let me help you take a look."

  The middle-aged woman's forehead was covered with sweat and blood, her hair disheveled, looking extremely disheveled. She gritted her teeth to endure the heart-wrenching pain that spread from her arm, as if she had seen a lifesaving herb, tears streaming down her pale face.

  "Little brother, my bones... my bones seem to be broken, it hurts..."

  Zhang Yi grasped the middle-aged woman's arm with both hands, ignoring Chu Zhongyang who had come over, and said seriously: "Auntie, let me check you out. Bear with the pain for a bit."

  "Can...can you do it?"

  The middle-aged woman looked at Zhang Yi with a somewhat distrustful tone, thinking he was too young.

  Zhang Yi's hands gently stroked the middle-aged woman's swollen black and purple arm, and the vital energy flowing through his fingers slowly seeped in.

  "Huh?"

  A faintly cool breath seemed to emanate from Zhang Yi's hand, greatly alleviating the pain. The middle-aged woman's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze filled with astonishment.

  After more than ten seconds, Zhang Yi looked up at the middle-aged woman: "Auntie, your bones are indeed fractured, and there is a severe dislocation. I'll help you set the bone first, but as for the fractured bone, we can only wait until we get to the hospital for treatment."

  Orthopedics: It is a treatment that uses manual techniques such as pushing, pulling, pressing and grasping to treat diseases like fractures and dislocations.

  Gently stroking, at the moment when the vital fluid was seeping in, Zhang Yi's grip on the middle-aged woman's arm suddenly increased, and with a strong pull, followed by a slight twist of both hands, and then a sudden press.

  His movements were as smooth and swift as flowing clouds and running water.

  "Ah..."

  A sudden severe pain made the middle-aged woman let out a miserable cry and almost fainted.

  Zhang Yisong released the middle-aged woman's arm, raised his head and said: "Auntie, the pain of resetting the bone is very short-lived. Now you move your arm slightly and feel it again, is it still so painful?"

  The middle-aged woman's twisted face gradually relaxed, glaring at Zhang Yi with a mixture of annoyance and uncertainty, slowly raising her arm.

  "Oh no! It doesn't hurt anymore."

  The middle-aged woman exclaimed in surprise after a few simple actions.

  Zhang Yi smiled and said, "Because your arm is not only fractured, but also has a section of fragmentation, so the pain will still be slightly worse. However, this bit of pain is already nothing."

  "Ah, it's nothing now. The feeling is a hundred times better than the pain I had just now." The middle-aged woman nodded heavily and said with gratitude in her eyes.

  Next to Chu Zhongyang, his eyes were filled with an unbelievable expression as he looked at Zhang Yi's faint smile and the middle-aged woman's grateful face, his heart was like a raging storm.

  Orthopedics?

  What a powerful bone-setting technique?

  What kind of person is this young man? So young, how can he have such amazing skills?

  The crowd surrounding them also burst into a commotion, with murmurs of discussion rising continuously.

  "It's too amazing! Who is this young brother? I thought only those old Chinese doctors could do orthopedics! Didn't expect this young man to be able to do it too!"

  "This is quite impressive, I'm afraid many Chinese medicine practitioners can't even achieve this?"

  "What an eye-opener! This young brother's medical skills are simply divine."

  “……”

  Zhang Yi seemed to have not heard the surrounding discussions, stood up and quickly came to a car that was almost crushed and overturned, through the window, suddenly saw that there was actually someone inside, and the person in the driver's seat was covered in blood, life or death unknown.

  "The injured person is trapped inside, rescue them."

  With this thought in mind, he rushed to the side of the car and grabbed the door handle with both hands.

  "Drink..."

  A loud roar, his feet stomped the ground, and with a burst of strength from his waist, the muscles in his arms slightly bulged, and tremendous force was transmitted to his hands.

  The overturned car was slowly lifted under his enormous strength.

  "Hiss..."

  A collective gasp echoed through the crowd of onlookers.

  Chu Zhongyang originally intended to exchange a few words with Zhang Yi, but when he saw that Zhang Yi had actually lifted the overturned car with his own strength, he was instantly stunned on the spot.

  This strength, if it didn't have a thousand jin of power, wouldn't be able to lift up the overturned car, right?

  This...

  Where did this little monster come from?

  Zhang Yi's face turned red, the veins on his forehead bulging out as he struggled to lift the car. He was worried that if the other side of the tire touched the ground, it would cause a strong shock, which would be harmful to the injured people inside. With great difficulty, he turned his head and shouted at the surrounding crowd: "Don't just stand there! There are injured people in the car, come and help!"

  The crowd around was shocked and awakened by Zhang Yi's loud shout, and they rushed forward one after another.

  After dozens of people carefully flipped the car over, Zhang Yi pulled open the door and reached in to grab the injured person's bloody left wrist pulse.

  Chu Zhongyang saw Zhang Yi's action and a sharp light burst out of his eyes.

  Others may not understand what Zhang Yi's actions mean!

  But he understands!

  Zhang Yi has personally admitted that he is a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner.

  The most basic diagnostic method in traditional Chinese medicine is pulse diagnosis.

  He is taking the pulse of the injured person!

  "How is the casualty?"

  When Chu Zhongyang saw Zhang Yi loosen the wounded man's left wrist, he asked hastily.

  Zhang Yi turned his head, looking at the inquiring eyes of the crowd, and finally fixed his gaze on Chu Zhongyang, saying bitterly: "The pulse has stopped beating, he should have been dead for a few minutes."

  Is he dead?

  Chu Zhongyang's face turned particularly ugly, and the people around him also sighed secretly one by one.

  "Little brother, I am Chu Zhongyang, a surgeon at the Affiliated Hospital of South China Normal University in Jingnan City. What should I call you?" Qin Zhongyang asked.

  "Zhang Yi."

  Zhang Yi casually replied with a sentence, and then ignored Chu Zhongyang. He was still thinking about the people in the sedan chair under the bridge, so he squeezed out of the crowd under everyone's watchful eyes.

  At this time, the high-speed police had not arrived yet, probably due to traffic congestion.

  So!

  Nobody went under the bridge to see what was going on in the car.

  After leaving the accident scene 100 meters away, Zhang Yi saw that many people were taking pictures with their mobile phones. Taking advantage of no one noticing him, he quickly took off his jacket, tore out a piece of cloth, and covered his face at an extremely fast speed before rushing towards the highway guardrail.

  Half a minute later.

  "Hiss..."

  His figure had already appeared in front of the overturned car under the bridge, and the scene before him made his eyes wider than a copper bell, and he couldn't help but take a breath of cool air.