The most unbelievable thing for Xu Jingyin was that the entire spacious waiting hall was filled with praise for Chen Xiao.
In her memory, even Meng Baobao had never received such treatment.
Even more outrageous was that as soon as she entered, another stroke patient, who had been treated with acupuncture by Chen Xiao, joyfully emerged from the crowd.
She had a deep impression of this stroke patient in his fifties because he had always been unwilling to accept surgical treatment and would come to the emergency room every other day due to unbearable headaches. She had been responsible for his nursing care several times.
Recalling the patient's appearance during his previous visits to the emergency hall, even though she found it unbelievable, she had to admit that Chen Xiao's acupuncture was indeed miraculously effective.
However, when she thought of the explicit harassing message she had received a few days prior, she became even more afraid of Chen Xiao, a hidden worry gnawing at her:
"Even Dr. Meng, who never gossips or criticizes others, specifically told me that Dr. Chen is a scoundrel worse than a beast and warned me to be careful and stay away from him. Now that he's transferred to the emergency hall, how can I avoid him? The emergency hall is tiring, but the salary is high. If I apply to transfer to another department, how will I support my grandmother and younger brother?"
The reason Xu Jingyin instinctively called Chen Xiao "Xiao Chen" when she first saw him was influenced by Meng Baobao.
As she stood there in a daze, Chen Xiao, who was surrounded by people, suddenly called out to her:
"Nurse Xiao Xu, could you please prepare some handwritten prescription slips for me? I've run out of my own."
"Ah? Oh!"
Hearing the order, Xu Jingyin's long legs moved almost uncontrollably towards the triage desk. In a flash, she grabbed a stack of handwritten prescription slips and squeezed into the dense crowd.
Chen Xiao was simultaneously performing acupuncture, massage, consultations, and pulse-taking, attending to over a dozen patients. He couldn't spare his hands, so he instructed Xu Jingyin without looking up:
"I'll list the medicine names, and you'll write them down."
"Okay!"
Xu Jingyin nodded obediently. As Chen Xiao listed each prescription, she picked up her pen and wrote. Not only could she keep up with Chen Xiao's pace, but her handwriting was elegant and neat, as if she were born to be Chen Xiao's right-hand assistant.
Unknowingly, after an unknown amount of time, she, who had been engrossed in writing, finally managed to catch her breath and was surprised to find that only seven or eight patients who were still skeptical of Chen Xiao remained in the waiting area, some of whom were accompanying family members.
"Dr. Meng, help! Help! Help..."
Just then, accompanied by hurried footsteps and hoarse cries, a middle-aged man with a large belly rushed into the emergency hall carrying a little girl covered in wounds and blood.
Xu Jingyin immediately recognized him as Qin Hantang, the person in charge of the construction site accident. An hour earlier, he had personally brought in over a dozen seriously injured workers. She quickly stepped forward:
"Mr. Qin, didn't you say earlier that there were only twelve casualties from the construction accident? Did another incident occur?"
Qin Hantang, dressed in a suit but covered in dust, looked at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in his arms with concern and choked out:
"Nurse Xiao Xu, this... this is my daughter, Qin Kexin. When she heard about my construction site accident, she took leave from school immediately to come see me at the accident scene. She accidentally... accidentally lost her footing and fell from the second floor. Please have Dr. Meng take a look quickly..."
"This..."
Xu Jingyin was immediately troubled because Meng Baobao was still busy with other patients. To disturb her rashly at this moment would not only earn her a scolding but also be of little use. After a slight hesitation, she said with difficulty:
"Mr. Qin, can other doctors help? The doctors on duty at our hospital are at least clinical residents. The inpatient department is managed by Deputy Director Zhou and Director Lin. They will definitely do their best to save your daughter..."
Before Xu Jingyin could finish speaking, Qin Kexin, who was unconscious, suddenly began to thrash her limbs.
"Ah! Kexin..."
Qin Hantang was so scared that he almost lost his grip. He knelt on one knee, shouting, barely managing to keep Qin Kexin from falling.
At that moment, his reason completely broke down, and he roared furiously:
"Stop the nonsense! Call Dr. Meng immediately! I only trust her medical skills—"
As he spoke, Qin Kexin's face rapidly turned dark, and she coughed up blood violently. Her limbs trembled even more intensely, as if she were drowning.
"This... this looks like ventricular fibrillation!"
Xu Jingyin was terrified and turned to call for a doctor.
Beside her, Chen Xiao realized the seriousness of the situation and suddenly grabbed Xu Jingyin's cold, slender hand:
"Immediately notify Gou Shunquan to arrange for the surgeon!"
Saying this, Chen Xiao suddenly took out a silver needle and inserted it into a vital point on Qin Kexin's forehead, using the Sheng Sheng Zao Hua Zhen technique.
Startled by the appearance of a stranger, Chen Xiao, inserting a silver needle into Qin Kexin's forehead, Qin Hantang was horrified. At the same time, his anger intensified, and he roared:
"Who are you, brat? How dare you randomly insert silver needles into my daughter's head? If anything happens to her, can you bear the responsibility?"