CHAPTER 588: CHAPTER 577: THE DIVINE DOCTOR FATHER OF THE PRESTIGIOUS FAMILY’S DAUGHTER-IN-LAW

"Brother Ye, Brother Ye, come quickly, Old Man Zhou has fainted." On this day, Ye Qiu was idly in the clinic when two panting old ladies ran in, their expressions filled with panic.

"Hurry, don’t you know some traditional Chinese medicine? Old Man Zhou is having a heart attack and there are no medicines on him, what should we do now!"

"Let’s go, lead the way." Ye Qiu grabbed a cloth bag and ran outside.

By the time he arrived, there were already many people standing at the entrance of the alley, some complaining about the ambulance not arriving yet, others suggesting to just take him to the hospital themselves. The crowd was chattering, almost starting to quarrel.

"Move aside, let Brother Ye take a look first." A rather sturdy old lady pushed through the crowd, then stood aside, gasping heavily.

Ye Qiu saw Old Man Zhou lying flat on the ground, his face still abnormally flushed, he quickly took his pulse, then swiftly inserted Silver Needle around his heart meridian.

"Brother Ye, you mustn’t be reckless!"

"Can this needling really work?"

"Brother Ye, you’re being too impulsive, what if something goes wrong!"

The people around continued to chatter, mostly sighing for Ye Qiu, as a heart attack is usually a life-threatening situation, and Old Man Zhou is so old, it’s very likely he could not be brought back. If Old Man Zhou really died, could the Zhou Family let Ye Qiu off?

"Everyone, back off a bit, Brother Zhou needs to breathe fresh air." Ye Qiu, seemingly unworried, still had the energy to maintain order after finishing the needling.

After a while, Old Man Zhou still didn’t wake up, and the onlookers looked at Ye Qiu with even greater pity. At this moment, the Zhou Family and the ambulance arrived simultaneously, and Ye Qiu, having been involved in the treatment, followed them.

Seeing needles inserted around his father’s heart, his son looked displeased with Ye Qiu but restrained himself from blowing up.

"Huh?" At this moment, the emergency medical doctor from the ambulance exclaimed, "Did this patient really have a heart attack just now?"

"Really, his condition should be stable now, I’ll take back the Silver Needle." Ye Qiu smiled with calm and confidence.

"Uncle, did you insert these Silver Needles?" asked the doctor, amazed.

"It was me." Ye Qiu said while withdrawing the Silver Needles.

"So this patient was cured from his heart attack just by you inserting a few needles earlier?" The young doctor was still skeptical.

"To be precise, I just temporarily alleviated it, I haven’t cured his heart disease."

"Really? That’s amazing!" The doctors and nurses looked at Ye Qiu with eyes full of disbelief, very doubtful this was just a prank, as it seemed unbelievable that someone with a heart attack could be fine just after a few needle stabs. However, due to professional decorum, they did not question Ye Qiu’s medical skills on the spot; although traditional Chinese medicine has declined, it’s not without its masters, perhaps they were lucky to meet one today?

The most incredulous on the ambulance was Zhou Jiansheng, Old Man Zhou’s son. The neighbor informed him of his father’s heart attack, with so many people at the scene, it was unlikely they were deceiving him, so his dad really had a heart attack and then Uncle Ye saved him? He never realized Uncle Ye’s medical skills were so profound before?

However, although there were many doubts in his mind, he still had to say a word of thanks, "Uncle Ye, thank you."

Ye Qiu chuckled, "No need to thank me, it’s all part of what should be done. We’re old neighbors, I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing. I’m already very happy that you’re not blaming my rash actions."

With the heart issue temporarily relieved, the emergency personnel took Old Man Zhou for further examination.

"He’s really fine now."

"This is simply miraculous, look at his heart and the surrounding coronary vessels, they clearly just suffered from an episode."

"Xiao Liu, are you sure you’re seeing this right? Was this really done with Silver Needles?"

"Indeed, I swear," the emergency doctor hurriedly said, "It was right before we reached the hospital that the traditional Chinese doctor removed the Silver Needles!"

"It seems like today we’ve really encountered an old divine doctor."

"What old divine doctor?" The dean, who was doing a routine inspection, saw a group of doctors chattering away and thus asked at the door.

"Dean, let me tell you about something miraculous. Today, an old Chinese medicine practitioner saved a heart attack patient just using several Silver Needles, achieving results faster and better than even the most advanced equipment and medicine in our hospital could have!"

"Really?" The dean’s eyes lit up, knowing the doctors in his hospital wouldn’t lie.

"Really."

"Where is this divine doctor then?"

"He was just outside!"

"Quick, go find him for me, I want to meet him."

The old dean was very emotional, but it’s not surprising. Western medicine is prevalent nowadays, and their roots in Zhongcai Country are nearly forgotten. When people mention Chinese medicine outside, it’s associated with unreliability and deceit, how could he not feel heartache?

Now that he has finally found one, he must converse thoroughly, and ideally persuade him to join his hospital, to show those young ones who admire Western medicine just how potent their ancestors’ medical skills were!

"It’s that one, the one wearing the blue Tang suit," the emergency doctor pointed towards Ye Qiu.

The old dean hadn’t even seen Ye Qiu’s face yet, but just from his silhouette he was already filled with respect; looking at his straight back, looking at his transcendent aura, he himself would not believe if someone said he wasn’t a divine doctor.

"Hello!" The old dean approached Ye Qiu from the side, hesitantly saying, and upon seeing Ye Qiu’s face, he was surprised again — he looked exactly like a steward from ancient TV dramas.

"Hello!" Ye Qiu responded with a handshake, noticing the man in a white doctor’s coat and the group of young doctors behind him, he knew that his identity was no ordinary one.

"Hello, I am the dean of this hospital, I heard you treated a patient with heart disease using a few Silver Needles, so I specifically came to ask for your guidance," the Dean said modestly.

Ye Qiu smiled lightly: "To ask for guidance is too much; we are all here to save lives and cure the sick, let’s learn from each other."

"Learn from each other, learn from each other..." The dean smiled sleazily, causing the young doctors behind him to struggle to watch directly, but he himself was oblivious, "This corridor is too crowded, how about we talk in my office?"

"Fine!" Ye Qiu was hoping to establish connections that would help others believe in him, so naturally, he had no reason not to go.

Among those invited to exchange knowledge were several young doctors who studied abroad and a few directors of the hospital, including two who also specialized in Chinese medicine, who insisted on coming over to challenge upon hearing that a Divine Doctor was in the hospital.

In the following half-day, everyone’s worldview was shaken.

Could a single Silver Needle really immobilize someone? Could menstrual pain really disappear with a couple of stabs of Silver Needle without medication? And could pulse diagnosis really determine the number of previous pregnancies and even distinguish the gender?

This is simply too miraculous!