The last silver needle was hollow. After inserting the needle, Zhao Qingshan fiddled with it twice with his fingers, and a small stream of blood flowed out from the end of the needle.
The silver needle was very thin, only slightly thicker than a hair. As you can imagine, the blood didn't flow smoothly. Whenever the end of the silver needle stopped flowing, Zhao Qingshan would reach out and fiddle with it with a solemn expression.
After two minutes of this, no more blood flowed from the ends of the silver needles. Zhao Qingshan then reached out and removed the eight silver needles from Wen Yiran's head.
When removing the silver needles, Zhao Qingshan did not just pull them out. Instead, he twisted them a few more times or shook them up and down a few times before taking them out, depending on the condition of each part.
With Zhao Qingshan's current skill, even if he borrowed Wen Ziqing's "Qi", he could only temporarily help Wen Yiran clear the more dangerous blood clot. The bleeding in the other place was not so serious.
Zhao Qingshan planned to rest for a night before taking action.
"Eh? Old Hu, look, is Mayor Wen's face a little rosier?" Doctor Qiu waited for Zhao Qingshan to finish the injection before quickly moving to Wen Yiran's bedside. In Doctor Qiu's eyes, Wen Yiran's face looked a little rosier.
"Let me take a look. Let me take a look." Hu Zhongliang also squeezed to the front of the bed. He was very curious about Zhao Qingshan's treatment method just now, and even more curious about the changes in the patient before and after the treatment.
Wen Yiran looked much more peaceful.
Finally, there's hope? Hu Zhongliang breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, the door of the ward was quietly pushed open, and a middle-aged woman carrying a basket walked in. It was Aunt Liu, the housekeeping staff of the Wen family.
Seeing so many people in the ward, Aunt Liu's face flashed with surprise. Glancing at Wen Yiran lying motionless on the bed, Aunt Liu's face again showed a look of worry.
When Aunt Liu's gaze fell on him, Wen Ziqing nodded at her as a greeting.
Seeing Wen Ziqing's cold face, Aunt Liu felt a strange sense of peace. Having worked in the Wen family for five or six years, she knew everyone in the family better or worse. Wen Ziqing, despite his cold exterior, was an honest young man.
"Director Feng, this is your dinner." Aunt Liu walked to the table, put down the basket in her hand, and took out two lunch boxes wrapped tightly in old clothes.
When the lunch box was opened, it revealed fragrant white rice, shredded pork with green peppers, and a tomato and egg soup.
Wen Yiran's rank was evident. His ward was a dozen square meters, containing only a single bed, a desk, and a few wooden stools. It looked bright and clean, but if it weren't for the gurgling oxygen concentrator, it wouldn't have felt like a hospital at all.
"Why haven't you left the Wen family yet?" Feng Xueying ignored the food Aunt Liu had placed on the table. As soon as she saw Aunt Liu, Feng Xueying felt a throbbing pain in her head.
"Director Feng, I'll leave when Mayor Wen wakes up." Aunt Liu lowered her head and answered softly. Aunt Liu's heart was filled with guilt. If it weren't for her, Feng Xueying wouldn't have quarreled with Wen Yiran, and Wen Yiran wouldn't have fainted from Feng Xueying's words. Now that Wen Yiran hadn't woken up yet, how could she leave like this?
"Wait? Does Old Wen need you to wait? Do you even take me seriously? You don't listen to what I say, do you?" Feng Xueying was furious. She vented all the grievances she had suffered at the hands of Hu Zhongliang and Zhao Qingshan that afternoon into anger at Aunt Liu. "You're already old, but you don't even think about yourself? You're so shameless, do you think I don't know your tricks? Get out of here now before I call the security department to chase you away."
"Director Feng, I... I..." Aunt Liu felt she had no words to say. Feng Xueying had such a deep prejudice against her that she really didn't know what to say to convince Feng Xueying of her innocence.
Dr. Qiu and Hu Zhongliang looked at each other.
The two of them had not had much contact with Feng Xueying before. Feng Xueying always presented herself as a cold and arrogant person. Coupled with her current position as director of the Women's Federation, it was easy for people to think that Feng Xueying was a capable and strong woman.
Who would have thought that Feng Xueying is actually so sarcastic and mean in private?
Zhao Qingshan said nothing as he slowly packed up his needles. Every time he used a needle, Zhao Qingshan would disinfect it with alcohol before storing it in a special needle bag.
Wen Ziqing remained silent. He knew that when Feng Xueying was furious, she wouldn't listen to anyone's advice. Even if he spoke up for Aunt Liu, it would only result in more verbal abuse from Feng Xueying. It was better to pretend he didn't see it. After Feng Xueying cursed for a few times, she stopped when she saw no one was paying attention.
"Get out." A hoarse voice suddenly sounded.
"Grandpa!" Wen Ziqing turned around and saw that it was Wen Yiran who had woken up.
"Lao Wen, you finally woke up." Feng Xueying was surprised and delighted. She hurried to the bedside and said, "Lao Wen, you almost scared me to death this time. Fortunately, God has mercy on you and you woke up."
"Xiao Liu, I'm sorry." Wen Yiran didn't look at Feng Xueying, but at Aunt Liu who was about to leave the room. Wen Yiran's words surprised several people in the ward.
"It's nothing, it's nothing, I'm glad you're okay." Aunt Liu waved her hand helplessly, turned her back, secretly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and smiled with relief. Wen Yiran's awakening made Aunt Liu feel relieved. She could finally leave the Wen family without any worries.
"Old Wen?" Feng Xueying's face was filled with astonishment. Wen Yiran's first words upon waking weren't to comfort her and tell her not to worry, but to apologize to Aunt Liu, whom Feng Xueying always looked down upon. Wen Yiran's actions were like a slap in the face, making Feng Xueying panic.
"Get out." Wen Yiran's voice was not loud, but his tone was firm.
After Wen Yiran withdrew his gaze from Aunt Liu, he kept staring at Feng Xueying in front of the hospital bed, as if he wanted to see a flower from Feng Xueying.
"Old Wen, I..." Feng Xueying understood what Wen Yiran meant and couldn't help but panic.
Wen Yiran's eyes were cold, mixed with a hint of stubbornness. Feng Xueying and he had been married for many years, so how could they not know that this was a sign of Wen Yiran's genuine anger?
"Thank you, old friend!" After Wen Yiran finished speaking, he no longer looked at Feng Xueying, but turned his gaze to Zhao Qingshan and Wen Ziqing who were standing silently aside.
Wen Yiran had just woken up and was still rather lethargic. After forcing himself to say these few words, Wen Yiran looked very tired.
"Wow..." Feng Xueying ran out of the ward crying. She couldn't understand why Lao Wen's attitude towards her had changed so drastically in just two days. From their youth until now, her husband had always been very indulgent towards her, always considering Feng Xueying's feelings in everything he said and did.
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