The older doctor chimed in, "Rules are made by people, but have you ever considered that a defense minister might die here?"
What kind of impact will our association face?
“He wasn’t an ordinary person. He died right under our noses, and we couldn’t even find the cause of his illness. Isn’t this undermining the prestige of our association? What’s more, the situation was critical; it was a human life!”
Neither of these is a good choice.
At that moment, they felt incredibly unlucky; why did the minister have to suddenly fall ill today?
And of all people, their association was sent here!
Time passed slowly, and they saw that the minister was about to die in front of them. If they didn't call for help soon, even a miracle wouldn't be able to save him.
Therefore, without any further hesitation, doctors immediately ran to the board member's research lab for help.
"Your Excellency, Chairman!!"
"It's extremely urgent! There's a patient who can only be saved by your help."
"A high-ranking official, a minister, has arrived. His condition is very strange; none of us can tell whether he has contracted the virus or has some other health problem..."
After the doctor's persistent knocking, a director with gray hair finally opened the door and came out of the research room.
The doctor swallowed hard, almost choking back tears as he pleaded for help from the board.
"Director, please take a look. We've searched through all the medical books but haven't found any similar cases."
"It is also possible that the minister's illness is the first case to date."
The director was initially very displeased at being disturbed, which shows that the doctor who asked him for help was crying, and that the person who came was a minister-level figure.
The board member frowned, knowing the situation was urgent, and couldn't afford to punish the doctor at that moment.
"Where is he? Take me there quickly."
According to the rules of the Medical Association, regardless of your status, if you come to the Medical Association for help, you must wait outside.
Therefore, when the minister's wife, who was anxiously waiting outside, saw the doctor bring in the gray-haired director.
She then realized that her husband's illness was likely terminal!
Perhaps... she needs to prepare for her husband's funeral.
Upon thinking of this, the minister's wife's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground, no longer caring about her dignity or face as a wife.
However!
The board members and doctors didn't even glance at the minister's wife before rushing into the fully enclosed emergency room.
The doctors inside, who were working to lower the minister's heart rate, were sweating profusely. When they saw the director coming over, their eyes lit up as if they had found a lifeline.
"Your Excellency, you've finally arrived. Only you can save him now."
"We've really tried everything, but we still can't bring the heart rate down."
Despite the chaos, the doctors remained calm, knowing that it was crucial to stay composed, especially in situations like these.
In the next few minutes, the older doctor came out and explained the situation to the board members as quickly as possible, while the other doctors stood aside, trying to slow down even their breathing.
The director nodded and said in a deep voice, "I understand."
"I think I know a little about this situation."
When the council member saw the minister's condition, he suddenly remembered that he had encountered something similar when he was learning medicine from his master.
The traditional Chinese medicine masters of that time were quite different from the teachers in schools today. Back then, the masters were like fathers, treating their apprentices like sons, and were serious and responsible.
Nowadays, teachers often have dozens of students to teach, and they also have to keep up with their own medical research.
In the era of the council members, each master had only one disciple, and the knowledge was passed down from generation to generation, so naturally they learned more and became more specialized.
The memories were so distant that the director could hardly recall them anymore; he could only vaguely remember how his master treated these zombie patients.
"Well, I'll try my best."
"Could you please prepare some medicinal herbs for me..."
"Also, go and get the silver needles I always use. Also, prepare a basin of boiling water, two basins of clean water, and a basin of warm water and bring them all to me."
"Secondly, you also need to prepare a six-inch-long centipede and a toad with bubbles on its head..."
The doctors below immediately sprang into action, each preparing a few items that the council members would need.
Fortunately, the Medical Association has all sorts of strange and unusual things, such as live centipedes, so there's no need to look for them everywhere.
The Medical Association has a special place to raise these creatures, and soon, all sorts of things were brought over by the doctors, including the five poisonous creatures that the council members wanted.
The doctors assisted the director, watching as the director first inserted silver needles into the minister's temple, then had the doctors bring the centipede...
"Clang clang clang—"
After the director administered a few acupuncture needles, the minister's heart rate miraculously decreased.
In the quiet emergency room, someone gasped, the sound so loud that everyone else could hear it.
Half an hour later, the director threw the already dead Five Poisons into the trash can.
"Alright, the minister should wake up in a few more minutes." The director washed his hands with water, took off his mask, and his forehead was covered in sweat.
Although the emergency rescue time is only half an hour, it is far less than the time required for surgery in a hospital, which often takes seven or eight hours.
Every step the director took was like walking on a knife's edge.
If a minister's mind falters even slightly, he will fall off the blade and die without a doubt.
The acupuncture points the director needled were all fatal; if the needles were inserted even slightly deeper, the minister could very well die from them.
Therefore, the director was extremely careful when inserting the needle.
He hadn't used all his muscles like this in a long time, and the past half hour had almost left the director exhausted.
The doctors watched the director's professional technique with eyes full of fervent admiration and envy.
"You truly deserve to be a director of our association! You're amazing!"
"Only after seeing you in action did I realize the gap between us is as vast as heaven and earth."
"All of us doctors were helpless, and we couldn't even see the minister's condition. But you, Director, cured the minister as soon as you took action."
The director raised his hand to quiet everyone down. His eyes, red from intense concentration, looked at the crowd and calmly said something that shocked them.
"I just wanted to bring the minister to his senses temporarily."
"I did not cure his condition. To be honest, I am afraid I am powerless to help him in this situation."
moment.
An eerie silence fell over the room.
The doctors stared at the board member, mouths agape in disbelief.
How is that possible? Even the board members couldn't cure the minister?!
Is the minister's illness really the first case?
Before the doctors could rack their brains for a tactful way to avoid embarrassing the board members, the minister's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
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