Chapter 8: Saving Lives with Needles

  Watching this conversation between doctors that seemed like a farce, Murong Zi really felt that the medical ethics of this world were even rarer than the rarest energy source. Whether it was to prevent these mediocre doctors from harming people or to prevent Yue Yin from being persecuted by them, she had to take action.

  Unexpectedly, there were still people who dared to interfere, so the eyes of everyone gathered on Murong Zi. When they saw Murong Zi, Dr. Zhu angrily said: "Where did this little kid come from? Is this a place you can come to?"

  "Nurse, take her away."

  Yuè Yǐn saw her, hesitated for a moment, and said gently: "Girl, go out first, it will be alright here soon."

  Murong Zilooked at the doctors other than Yu Yin with a cold gaze and said, "If you really treat epilepsy according to your methods, then just wait for the patient to die!"

  "How did you know it wasn't epilepsy? You're just a little nurse, what do you understand?" a doctor shouted.

  Murong Zi ignored them and walked to the operating table, Murong Zi took the old man's pulse and confirmed his idea, coldly looking at those doctors and said: "A group of mediocre doctors..."

  "What makes you say we are quacks?" The doctors were furious, they were well-known doctors in the county hospital, and yet they were scolded as quacks by someone else, and to make matters worse, it was a little girl.

  "This person's jaws are tightly closed, fists clenched, and foaming at the mouth. Judging from traditional Chinese medicine, it is absolutely epilepsy." The old doctor said with certainty.

  "You piece of trash, you dare to make judgments based on some things, and even mention traditional Chinese medicine in front of me? You're really asking for it." Mu Rongzi was furious, and the dragon had a reverse scale. Traditional Chinese medicine and her family and friends were her reverse scales. Once touched, she would tear apart that icy facade.

  As soon as such a powerful word came out, the entire operating room fell silent.

  Yuè Yǐn also looked at her in surprise. This little girl's expression was usually either bland or icy, and he had never thought that she had such a fiery side.

  "What did you say?" A little servant girl pointed at his nose and scolded him, those people's faces all turned black.

  "It's a stroke, a bunch of useless trash." Murong Zi continued to scold mercilessly.

  "Doctor Yuelin, prepare the alcohol and cotton balls. He must be treated immediately or he will suffer even more." Murong Zi said to the doctor who was showing a disrespectful expression.

  "Good......" Yue Yin ordered the nurse to bring it over immediately.

  Murong Zi opened the needle box, ready to take out the needle for injection, but was stopped by a voice, "Hold on, you're just a little girl without a medical license, how can you do this?"

  "Yes! If something goes wrong, who will be responsible?" At this point, the most concern is still the issue of who is responsible.

  To him, how the patient is doesn't matter, but if he's held responsible for it, that's a different story.

  "Right, little girl, no medical license, can't just do whatever you want!"

  "Hurry up and take him away, don't let those troublemakers come over."

  Watching a group of doctors who were four or five times older than Murong Zi being helpless, Yue Yin looked at them with some anger and said to Murong Zi in a low voice: "Girl, how confident are you?"

  Murong Zi's face lifted with a confident smile and said: "Dr. Yue, what do you think?"

  After hearing this answer, the usually gentle and calm Yue Yin looked at them coldly and said: "All of you shut up, if anything unexpected happens, I'll take responsibility. If you don't want to stay here, then get out." As for this little girl, although he didn't fully understand her abilities, she was able to say that sentence with absolute confidence.

  "Doctor Moon, you're telling the truth." Dr. Zhu's eyes lit up, there are still such foolish people in this world, who actually take the initiative to admit and bear this responsibility.

  "Doctor Yue, you want to go crazy, we won't accompany you." All the doctors took off their gloves, but didn't leave. They watched Mu Rong Zi and Yue Yin with a look of watching a good show.

  She was stunned by Yue Yin's words, never expecting her good doctor to have a temper too. At the same time, she also felt a little uneasy about trusting her so much. Although she had vaguely guessed that her body recovered so quickly because of Yue Yin's own reasons, she knew that Yue Yin's medical skills were not bad, but there was no need to trust her to this extent.

  "Come on, Ah Tou! I believe in you." Yuelin cheered her up from the side. Maybe Ah Tou had a way, but it should also be a bit difficult and tense for her, after all, she was still young.

  Murong Zile's left hand held five silver needles together, then his right hand quickly pulled out one needle at a time, inserting them into the three acupoints of the old man: Hegu, Quchi and Waiguan. Since he didn't have internal energy now, he could only do it step by step, rather than shooting eight needles at once.

  Then with both hands as one needle, distinguishingly inserted into the old man's Jianzhongshu and Ququan points, slowly twisting with rapt attention.

  Yuè Yǐn looked at Mù Róng Zǐ, who was so serious, that serious smile, although not as white as snow, was exceptionally moving. Half of his face was covered by a huge black-framed glasses, but he found the uncovered part to be extremely delicate, a cherry-red small mouth was exceptionally moving.

  At this thought, Yue Yin felt his face slightly flush red, he actually had feelings for a little servant girl...

  Murong Zi repeatedly twisted the rootless silver needle, her hands moving deftly. The mediocre doctors stared blankly at each other, wondering if this little girl really had some skill.

  Murong Zi's forehead began to sweat, he was short of breath and had no internal energy, yet he continued to administer the needle, his body couldn't take it anymore, while the patient's condition became extremely severe due to their delay.

  Bite your teeth and stick to it, can't give up halfway.

  Time slowly passed, the old man was no longer convulsing, his stiff limbs gradually softened, his bright red face gradually returned to normal, his body temperature became normal, and his breathing became stable, as if he had fallen asleep.

  Murong Zi withdrew the needle and said to Yueling: "The condition has stabilized again, take good care of it and there will be no problem."

  Yue Yin's face didn't look very good, he found that Murong Zi's face was very pale, his hair was wet with sweat, and the eyes under the black-framed glasses looked not very real, but he felt as if there was a dazzling light flashing, feeling his heart slightly trembling.

  "Don't be stubborn again." Yu Yin supported Mu Rong Zi who was also on the verge of collapse, with a reproachful face.

  "This isn't..." Murong Zi wanted to say that this wasn't being stubborn, but something a doctor should do, however he felt his vision go black and fainted.

  "Ah, Ya Tou..." Yue Yin picked up Murong Zi horizontally and carried him to the operating room. Looking coldly at the doctors, he said: "If you can't do what's next, I'll report all of your actions today to the hospital director."

  "And don't tell anyone about what happened today."

  Those doctors' bodies were trembling slightly. Was this cold doctor still the gentle, easy-to-bully Dr. Yu?

  Digression

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