Chapter 758: Just a Barefoot Doctor
"Officer Zeng, what happened to Xiaoxiao? How did she get injured?"
Xiao Yi had not noticed the unusual expression on Zeng Xiaoi’s face. At this mont, his heart was filled with concern for Zeng Xiaoxiao’s injury. Even the fact that Zeng Xiaoi had found out he was a doctor, and how to face her, the fear he had for Zeng Xiaoi temporarily vanished from his mind.
As he approached Zeng Xiaoi, he looked at her urgently and asked loudly.
"Xiaoxiao?"
Zeng Xiaoi was taken aback and looked at Xiao Yi with surprise, "Xiaoxiao is fine. Why are you suddenly asking about her?"
"Xiaoxiao is fine? The person inside, that’s not her?"
Xiao Yi was also stunned, "Then who is that person inside?"
"Of course it’s not her. The person inside is the victim of a case I’m currently working on. His entire family was murdered, and he is the only one left."
Seeing the look on Xiao Yi’s face, Zeng Xiaoi finally realized why he was so concerned. She initially thought that the person inside was Zeng Xiaoxiao and quickly explained.
While she spoke, a peculiar expression arose in her eyes as she looked at Xiao Yi. With the sweat still not wiped from his forehead, had he rushed here so urgently because he thought Xiaoxiao was injured? Seeing his expression just now, it seed he truly cared deeply for Xiaoxiao, which also justified how she always referred to him as Brother Xiao. Even when she had gone to that place and called for him, she made a point to ask about his well-being.
"Oh, I see."
Upon hearing that it was not Zeng Xiaoxiao who had been injured, Xiao Yi’s expression imdiately relaxed.
But then, thinking of Zeng Xiaoxiao’s prolonged silence and not knowing where she had gone, he couldn’t help but ask with concern, "Officer Zeng, Xiaoxiao has been missing from school for a long ti now, where exactly has she gone?"
"Where she has gone, I cannot tell you, but she is doing very well now. You don’t have to worry."
Upon hearing Xiao Yi’s questions, Zeng Xiaoi’s mood suddenly darkened. It seed that this young man truly had feelings for Xiaoxiao. After their direct and indirect interactions recently, her impression of him had improved, recognizing his true nature as quite a decent fellow. But what of it? He simply wasn’t right for her.
With this thought, the admiration she had felt before disappeared without a trace, her face turning colder and even her tone of voice chilled.
After speaking, without waiting for him to respond, she changed the subject, asking curiously, "Xiao Yi, I never imagined you were a doctor. Where did you learn your dical skills?"
"My grandfather was a doctor, and I learned a bit growing up with him."
Hearing Zeng Xiaoi’s familiar refrain that still did not reveal where Zeng Xiaoxiao had gone, Xiao Yi felt a wave of disappointnt but answered her question nonetheless.
He had given the sa response to everyone who asked, and indeed it was the truth.
"Oh."
Zeng Xiaoi, understanding Xiao Yi’s answer, her face revealing a flash of comprehension. So, it was hereditary dical knowledge. No wonder he hadn’t formally studied dicine yet knew how to practice. However, she imdiately beca worried again. Could Xiao Yi really cure that person?
In her eyes, Xiao Yi’s so-called grandfather was nothing more than a rural barefoot doctor. Such doctors typically only knew basic dical techniques, and many of them didn’t even have a license to practice. A while ago, a dia outlet exposed safety issues in rural dical practices, which sparked significant social outcry. It reported that in rural areas, eight out of ten such doctors operated without a proper license, and the clinics they ran were also unlicensed.
As for the doctors who revered Xiao Yi’s skills, she wasn’t surprised. She had seen dia reports stating that so rural barefoot doctors did have unique and effective approaches to certain complex illnesses. Perhaps Xiao Yi had previously demonstrated his ability by curing difficult cases in front of those doctors.
Thus, those doctors started regarding him as a Divine Doctor.
But since Xiao Yi had already co, they should still let him try. Nodding her head and looking at Xiao Yi, she softly instructed, "Xiao Yi, the person inside is in a very pitiful state. Go in with the doctors and take a look, and see if there’s anything you can do to help him."
"Alright," Xiao Yi nodded and did not refuse, for he was there anyway; a quick look wouldn’t hurt. Saving a life is more ritorious than building a seven-storied pagoda, might as well do a good deed.
After speaking, he turned his head and smiled at the three doctors, "Gentlen, let’s go in and take a look."
"Good, good!"
The three doctors nodded continuously, and upon thinking that they would soon be operating with Xiao Yi and witness his divine Blade Technique and dical skills, their hearts stirred with excitent and their faces could not hide their joy.
"Xiao Yi, once you’re inside, try to listen to the three doctors, help out if you can, but don’t overdo it if you can’t, understand?"
As Xiao Yi, looking calm and composed, was about to enter the operating theatre with the three doctors, who seed to genuinely respect him, Zeng Xiaoi furrowed her brow, hesitated, but still with a hint of worry in her eyes, called out to Xiao Yi again in a low voice, advising him.
"Thud!"
The three doctors nearly slamd their foreheads into the doorfra upon hearing Zeng Xiaoi’s words. They turned around instinctively wanting to scold Zeng Xiaoi. It was evident to them that she doubted Xiao Yi’s dical skills, which was sothing they found intolerable. They wanted to ask her if her head was knocked against a wall—they had called for him specifically because they were out of options, and now she suggested he listen to them? If their dical skills were truly superior to Xiao Yi’s, why would they call for him at all?
But Xiao Yi stopped their retorts with a gesture of his hand. Although Zeng Xiaoi was doubting his dical skills, he knew her intentions were good, that she was worried he might inadvertently cause trouble. He smiled faintly at Zeng Xiaoi, nodded his head, and said, "I will," before turning and heading to the operating room.
As the doors to the operating room closed again, Zeng Xiaoi’s face showed a trace of concern.
At that mont, she suddenly regretted her earlier decision, thinking that she should not have brought Xiao Yi here, nor should she have let him attempt the surgery. Xiao Yi was so young—how could he, with his ager background in traditional dicine, save a patient that even major hospitals couldn’t?
Not only might the patient’s condition beco more dangerous, but Xiao Yi might also find himself in unnecessary trouble. If sothing were to go wrong, even though the patient’s family was nearly gone and unlikely to sue him, his own conscience could suffer a severe blow. After all, inadvertently causing death was akin to killing soone, which would be an imnse psychological burden for soone in their twenties.
"Miss Zeng, don’t worry, Doctor Xiao is highly skilled. He managed to save an even more critical patient last ti," said Dean Chen, noting the grave look on Zeng Xiaoi’s face and thinking she was worried about the patient’s condition. He had a fair amount of confidence in Xiao Yi, especially since last ti, the severe injuries of Chen Jianguo and Wang Dawei had been life-threatening, beyond the help of their doctors, yet Xiao Yi had saved them.
Zeng Xiaoi turned and gave Dean Chen a silent nod without saying anything.
Hopefully, God will bless us. Even if the patient cannot be saved, at least let there be no complications—that would be the best outco.
Without realizing it, Zeng Xiaoi’s hands ca together in prayer, praying silently.
Inside the operating room.
Following the three doctors, Xiao Yi approached the patient. Due to the patient being almost completely covered, making Inspection Diagnosis virtually impossible, his only way of understanding the patient’s condition was through taking the pulse and reading the dical records.
After looking over the dical records and necessary imaging, he began to frequently turn and check the patient.
rely gripping the patient’s right hand, Xiao Yi’s brows imdiately furrowed, and they tightened more with each area he examined.
"Doctor Xiao, how is it?"
Seeing Xiao Yi’s deepening frown, Doctor Niu and the others—who stood beside him like students—suddenly tensed, their expressions growing anxious.
Could it be that Doctor Xiao couldn’t save him? It wouldn’t have mattered much if they couldn’t save him, but they had just boasted to Zeng Xiaoi that Xiao Yi would surely handle it. It would be sowhat awkward if he couldn’t.
"It should be no problem. Let’s begin now. We may need the assistance of the three doctors in the next steps."
Hearing the voices of the three doctors, Xiao Yi released the patient’s hand, nodded, and a tinge of helplessness flashed in his eyes. He had no acquaintance with the patient, no connection whatsoever. Initially, Xiao Yi did not want to use the Seven Needles for treatnt, as it consud a great deal of energy, and he was not a saint devoted to altruism. While taking the pulse, he had hoped that the patient’s condition was relatively mild. At first, based on the X-rays, he indeed felt there was no need for the Seven Needles, but unexpectedly, in addition to the serious injuries, the patient also had liver disease, and, more complicating, the previous treatnt by the three doctors had made things even more difficult! (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian to vote for and subscribe to it. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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