My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s Chapter 344: 337 She is a Student

Chapter 344: Chapter 337 She is a Student

She squatted down, taking the man’s wrist, her fingers pressing onto his pulse point.

“How is he?” the train conductor anxiously inquired.

Tang Yuxin loosened the man’s clothes to ease his breathing.

“It’s a recurrence of acute heart disease.”

Hearing these words, the train conductor couldn’t help but gasp in shock. A heart attack was a life-threatening condition, and they were still about an hour away from the nearest station.

If they had to wait for an hour, it could be too late.

“He should have dicine in his bag,” Tang Yuxin said, taking out so silver needles from her bag. “Find his dicine, and we need to speed up to the nearest station. I can only delay the progress of his condition for a while, he needs to be brought to the hospital.”

She couldn’t cure his condition, she could only stabilize the patient to prevent imdiate danger. The patient still needed imdiate dical intervention at a hospital.

This man’s heart disease had already caused structural changes. The fastest solution was direct surgery, which was also the riskiest. Another approach was treatnt.

There are many treatnt thods, including the Chen Family’s dical skills. These involved healing through adjusting the body’s condition, which she knew well. However, it required the right dicine and the Chen-style Rejuvenation Acupuncture Technique, which she knew as an inheritor.

But that would take ti.

Given the circumstances, whether surgery or treatnt, neither option was feasible.

Now, all she could do was stabilise his condition, keep him alive, and then have the hospital save him. Any further plans depended on the doctors and family mbers.

“We’ll try to speed up,” the train conductor imdiately ordered to contact the next station, eager to speed up the train and buy so precious ti for the patient.

Tang Yuxin had dialed her silver needles on the needle bag, the longest was five inches and the shortest was one inch. Qin Ziye squatted down, it was his first ti seeing Tang Yuxin using silver needles.

He heard from Tang Yuxin that she studied under a village doctor as a child, hence her decision to major in dicine in college. However, he didn’t know that her ntor was an acupuncturist.

Their National Doctor techniques were profound and deep, but it had been a long ti since he had seen anyone using acupuncture, especially with so many needles of varying lengths.

Tang Yuxin opened the man’s shirt, revealing his chest, taking out the longest needle.

At the mont when everyone’s eyes were locked on her movents, she plunged the needle directly into the man’s chest. After the needle went in, the man’s head jerked back as a breath was seemingly forced back through his nostrils.

His face gradually returned to normal colour from pale grey, as did his bluish-purple lips.

Tang Yuxin took out another needle, her movents were so fast that it was hard for anyone to catch how and where she positioned each needle.

Although the man’s face improved, he was still unconscious. However, he was now breathing.

“The… the dicine is here…”

The train staff quickly held out a bottle of dicine and a bag.

They had found it in his bag, with credentials that allowed them to contact his family. The man was lying in a sleeper berth, which made it easier for them to identify his luggage and find his dicine.

The train sped up, the increasing frequency of the train’s buzzing and the accelerated scenes passing by the windows confird it.

Tang Yuxin picked up the dicine from the train staff. “Water,” she said.

The train staff imdiately poured a glass of water.

Tang Yuxin took out two pills from the bottle, dropping them directly into the water, swaying the glass until the dicine dissolved. She then lifted the man’s chin and helped him swallow the liquid.

At this point, the man’s chest was still pierced by several silver needles. The longest one was inserted right in the centre of his heart.

Having consud the dicine, the man’s face gradually regained its normal colour, his breath also slower and steadier.

Tang Yuxin then proceeded to withdraw the silver needles, carefully placing each one back.

She stood up and instructed the train staff to let him lie still until dical personnel could attend to him at the next station.

The train staff agreed imdiately, fearing any movent would worsen his condition and lead to serious consequences.

The train conductor pointed at Tang Yuxin,

“Is she a d school student?”

“Yes,” Qin Ziye replied, tidying up the clothes that had suffered a blow. “She’s just a sophomore.”

The train conductor found it hard to believe. With her swift and decisive use of needles, she was unlike any student or even seasoned doctors who required serious consideration before using needles. She had remained calm throughout, plunging needles without a hint of hesitation.

Moreover, right after she plunged the first needle, the man began to breathe. Sothing he had only seen in dical dramas.

Could this sophomore, one day, top the dical field?

The train conductor felt it was a high possibility.

“Let’s go,” Qin Ziye pulled Tang Yuxin’s hand. An aura of pride overwheld him as they left, earning the admiration and awe from the spectators.

They returned to their compartnt through the crowd. This ti, the other passengers rely looked on, unlike the woman with the child and the man pretending to sleep, who shalessly occupied their berths.

“Why are you looking at like that?” Tang Yuxin asked as she stashed her needle bag into her bag. She usually kept the bag around.

“I just found out you’re much more amazing than I thought.”

Wasn’t she just a sophomore? Not only was she scouted by the dean due to her achievent as the province’s top scholar, but she also had so impressive, well-hidden skills.

Tang Yuxin wasn’t surprised. It wasn’t a secret that she topped the high school entrance exams, nor did she consider herself particularly talented. All her skills ca from her hard work.