Chapter 7: Quack Doctors Harm People

  A white-robed figure, with a long-handled syringe in hand, walked towards Murong Zi, who looked frightened. Yue Yin comforted her, saying: "I just want to draw some blood, little one, what strange thoughts are you thinking of again?"

  "But I'm just fractured, why do I need a blood test?!" Murong Zi said in confusion, she didn't remember that fractures required blood tests.

  "I think you're malnourished and need a blood test to come up with the best recovery plan." A pair of warm, black eyes said sincerely.

  "Never mind, I can handle it myself." Looking at the needle tip emitting a cold glow, Murong Zi's body retreated backwards. In fact, she was not afraid of acupuncture, but she had an extreme fear of this stainless steel needle tip, only nobody knew about it.

  "No...!" Yue Yin insisted unusually.

  "But it hurts..." Murong Zi's eyebrows furrowed.

  "Haha! So the little girl is afraid of pain! Don't worry, I'll be gentle, you have to trust me." A pair of large hands pressed down on her head, comforting her like a child.

  Murong Zi's face was full of black lines, pigtails, pigtails... She wasn't much younger than him anyway!

  "It's better not to... It's really not necessary to suffer this kind of punishment."

  A pair of warm hands covered Murong Zi's eyes, bringing a soothing feeling, and a gentle voice reached her ears, "Don't be afraid..."

  Suddenly, Murong Zi felt a sharp pain in his arm, followed by a cool and wet sensation. The large hand covering his eyes loosened, and Murong Zi began to see the light again. He saw Yue Yin holding a 7mm test tube filled with blood-red liquid.

  Murong Zi blinked her eyes, seemingly not as difficult to accept as she had imagined. Was it because Dr. Yuelian was too gentle and could alleviate the pain?

  "It's all right!" Yue Yin said with concern.

  Murong Zi shook her head, because as a child she had been pricked by needles more than a dozen times and couldn't find the experience, she was extremely afraid of this, however, Yue Yin didn't make her have such a frightening experience, nor was it that terrifying.

  "So, rest well! Do you need me to prepare dinner?" Yue Yin asked before leaving. Mingming was an ordinary-looking little girl, but every move she made was so real and lively that it made him involuntarily do some extra things for her.

  "If not... then I don't know what to do tonight?"

  Can't help but say, this doctor Yue Yin is really a weirdo. Originally just saving lives and treating injuries was enough, yet he even solved her food and clothing problems. Such kind-hearted people are truly rare in this world.

  In the hospital lab, a figure in white looked at a series of blood test reports, his dark eyes sank, his body weakened, probably won't live past a year, how could this be?

  Long fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, looking at that tube of blood, what had that little girl gone through?

  A week later, after Mu Rong Zi's acupuncture treatment, the needle can move freely and can be discharged from the hospital.

  "Miss, the discharge procedures have been completed and everything has been packed up. Let's go home!" Zhang Bo said as he walked in. It was supposed to take a month to recover, but unexpectedly it only took a week. Could it be because that young attending doctor was too amazing? Moreover, after observing Miss interacting with that attending doctor, she seemed much more cheerful than before.

  "Wait here for a moment, I have something to attend to." Murong Zi stroked the needle box in her hand, this would eventually be returned, and she might as well bid him farewell while she was at it.

  Murong Zilu left Zhang Bo, who was staying in the ward, walked out of the ward, and it felt great to be able to walk freely. She asked a nurse where Yue Yin's office was, then headed over.

  As she was walking towards his office, she suddenly saw a patient who was convulsing all over being pushed to the emergency room, with a group of doctors following behind. She found that Yuè Yǐn was also among them.

  Murong Ziyu's eyes sank slightly, and she followed in, carefully looking at the person placed on the operating table. It was a middle-aged man of about sixty years old with half-white and half-black eyebrows, his wrinkled hands clenched tightly, his muscles twitching, gritting his teeth, biting his tongue and lips until they bled, foaming at the mouth, his limbs convulsed and flailed wildly, groaning in agony, already unconscious.

  Murong Zi roughly understood the person's condition through observation in the four diagnostic methods of Chinese medicine.

  However, Murong Zi did not move. This was a hospital, but it wasn't the doctor, nor was it Mu Zi, just an ordinary student who was a patient.

  Heartbeat ——

  "Electrocardiogram—"

  "What is the result of the report?"

  In the operating room, it was slow and unstoppable, quickly doing a series of checks. Several doctors held a series of test results and looked at them again and again. A doctor in his fifties looked at Dr. Yue and said, "Dr. Yue, what's wrong with this patient?"

  Yue Yin held the report and said faintly, "Dr. Zhu, this is not my area of expertise." He was proficient in treating external injuries and the like, but for this strange disease, it was obviously difficult to make a judgment. Yet he was dragged here by them nonetheless.

  "Hmph! I said it, young people who just graduated don't know the basics, and yet they dare to be in charge as doctors. Isn't this harming people?" The person next to him, also in his 40s or 50s, chimed in with a cold sneer.

  "This looks like a major attack, we need to rescue him in time, otherwise he will die of exhaustion. Think of a way to treat him quickly, if this patient dies, we will all be held responsible." A pair of sinister eyes turned towards Yuè Yǐn, anyway, this man had no background, so it would be fine to push most of the responsibility onto him later.

  "You... " The doctor clenched his fist tightly, these people didn't think of trying their best to treat the patient, but thought of shirking responsibility, it's really a shame for doctors.

  "I think this person should have epilepsy. Otherwise, we can treat it according to the treatment of epilepsy." An old doctor said.

  "Dr. Jiang, I don't think it's like that..." Yue Yin furrowed her brow, although it seemed similar, but the symptoms were not entirely consistent with epilepsy, they were simply treating blindly.

  "You've delayed the patient's treatment, wasting precious time. If anything unexpected happens to the patient, you'll be held responsible!" The old doctor said in a tone of reprimand. This young doctor had become the attending physician at such a young age, and thinking about it, he was still being ordered around when he was that young, only managing to make a name for himself at this age. Thinking about this made him feel unbalanced in his heart.

  "You...!" Looking at the group of quacks, even he, who was normally well-tempered, felt like punching someone.

  "What's going on here? If something unexpected happens to the patient later, I'll just tell him it's because you delayed his treatment." Dr. Zhu glared at Yue Yin, secretly delighted in her heart, what a great excuse.

  "Let's get started with the operation!" The old doctor said.

  Just as they were about to take action, a cold voice shouted: "You stop right there..."