Chapter 106
There was a harsh sound of a chair being moved in the corner.
Xie Lan stood up with a bang and slammed the red pen in his hand heavily on the table. A few drops of ink splashed out and spread on the snow-white lesson plan book.
Her carefully drawn eyebrows were twisted into a knot, her red lips were pursed until they turned pale, and her eyes were like poisoned arrows, shooting straight at Mu Qingxuan.
The young male teacher at the side tried to ease the atmosphere with good intentions and just opened his mouth to say: "Teacher Xie, please don't..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Xie Lan's cold eyes.
The frightened male teacher immediately shut his mouth, touched his nose awkwardly, turned around and pretended to organize the documents on the desk.
Xie Lan grabbed her bag, pulled open the office door with force, and walked out with a bang.
Everyone looked at each other.
The originally bustling office fell silent for a moment.
After a long while, someone secretly complained: "Teacher Xie has a really bad temper..."
Mu Qingxuan's expression was calm, as if Xie Lan had nothing to do with her.
After a while, the noise in the office gradually dissipated as other teachers went to class, leaving only Mu Qingxuan.
The incandescent lamp above her head made a slight buzzing sound. She was concentrating on writing a lesson plan with her head down, and the tip of her pen made a rustling sound as it moved across the paper.
Suddenly, there was a burst of hurried footsteps in the corridor, which was particularly clear in the quiet corridor.
Mu Qingxuan looked up.
Zhuang Pingchun was seen walking towards her with beads of sweat on his forehead and messy hair, looking anxious.
Her chest was heaving violently and her breathing was rapid, obviously she had been running all the way.
"Professor Zhuang, what's wrong?"
Mu Qingxuan put down the pen in her hand and asked doubtfully.
Zhuang Pingchun glanced at the empty office, walked quickly forward, grabbed Mu Qingxuan's wrist and walked out.
She explained very quickly, "A big shot suddenly fell ill and stayed in the intensive care unit of the hospital for several days, but his life is still in danger."
"I've already checked, and I tried everything I could to no avail. I suddenly remembered that you saved Professor Zhou Zhishang's life on the street that day, so I thought of asking you to help."
Her eyes were full of anxiety and anticipation.
Mu Qingxuan reacted immediately. Her gentle features instantly changed into a serious expression. She said firmly, "I'll go now."
The two walked out of the school quickly and got into the assistant's car.
The wheels kicked up a cloud of dust and drove quickly towards the Capital First People's Hospital.
Soon, the car stopped in front of the Capital First People's Hospital.
Mu Qingxuan followed behind Zhuang Pingchun and just as she stepped into the hospital lobby, a smell mixed with disinfectant, medicine and a faint smell of blood hit her in the face.
It was completely different from the military hospitals she used to go to.
Military hospitals always exude a solemn and dignified atmosphere.
The soldiers standing guard at the door were standing tall and straight, the hospital was quiet and orderly, and the only sounds that could be heard occasionally were the steady footsteps and low conversations of the medical staff.
Although the overall scale is relatively small, the equipment in the ward is new and advanced, the medical staff are well-trained, and the patients can maintain discipline during treatment.
The hospital is extremely quiet all year round.
The Capital's First People's Hospital was bustling with people.
The hall was crowded with patients and their families queuing up for registration and consultation, and the seats in the waiting area were filled with people with tired faces.
The sounds of crying and quarreling mixed together, making people feel a little upset.
Mu Qingxuan's eyes quickly scanned the scene in front of her.
The smell of disinfectant became stronger and stronger. The doors of the wards on both sides of the corridor opened from time to time. Medical staff came in and out in a hurry, and the nurse pushing the stretcher jogged all the way.
She took a deep breath, followed Zhuang Pingchun's steps, and walked towards the intensive care unit.
Along the way, Zhuang Pingchun had explained the basic situation to her.
That big shot is a senior official of the capital's public security.
"The old director is a pillar of stability. When he was young, he risked his life on missions. His ribs were broken three times and there is still a bullet lodged in his waist that has not been removed."
"At that time, medical conditions were poor, and the old director tried his best. When the pain was severe, he took injections to endure it. I didn't expect that it would become the root of my illness now."
Zhuang Pingchun brought Mu Qingxuan to the intensive care unit.
Mu Qingxuan suddenly stopped.
Lu Jingfeng, dressed in casual clothes, was leaning against the wall with his posture high and his back straight. He looked like a professionally trained soldier.
When their eyes met, Lu Jingfeng's pupils suddenly shrank.
"Comrade Mu? Why are you here?"
"Doctor Zhuang brought me here for a consultation."
Mu Qingxuan didn't say hello to him and went straight into the ward to take the old director's pulse.
As soon as her fingertips touched the pulse of the wrist, her brows were instantly twisted into a knot.
The old director's pulse was as thin as a thread, sometimes rising up like a drum, and sometimes disappearing like sinking into the abyss.
The pulse is very strange.
She opened the old man's eyelids again and saw that his pupils were slightly dilated, the bottom of his tongue was as purple as ink, and the skin on his lower back where there was an old wound was a strange gray-black color.
That was necrosis caused by the bullet compressing the nerves for a long time.
Lu Jingfeng followed her in and was completely confused by her serious look.
He looked doubtful: "Comrade Mu, can you... do it?"
It’s not that Lu Jingfeng looked down on Mu Qingxuan, but his impression of Mu Qingxuan still remained on that night.
She emerged from the dark alley in a panic, looking extremely weak.
She looks like a weak woman who needs protection.
Can such a person actually cure diseases and save lives?
Not to mention, the old director’s condition was so critical that even the director of the First People’s Hospital was helpless.
And Mu Qingxuan is just a young man in his 20s.
Lu Jingfeng pursed his lips, his face solemn.
"Comrade Mu, the old director's condition is very critical, and we can't joke around. If possible, let's leave it to professionals."
While investigating the case, Lu Jingfeng also investigated Mu Qingxuan and learned that she was a lecturer at the Capital University College of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
However, being able to teach and educate does not mean that you have the ability to save people.
Lu Jingfeng was worried that Mu Qingxuan didn't have the skills and insisted on taking on the job.
If anything unexpected happened to the old director under her command, the consequences would be something Mu Qingxuan could not afford.
Zhuang Pingchun frowned, a little worried: "Qingxuan, are you sure?"
Mu Qingxuan raised her eyes, met the two people's questioning gazes, and said lightly: "The pulse is like a harp string about to break, and it has no root when pressed hard."
"The old director's heart meridians have been blocked for twenty years, and the old injuries have eroded his liver and kidneys. Now the yang is floating outward. There is no need for acupuncture to stabilize the disease. Within three hours, he will..."
She paused and didn't finish the rest of her words.
The old man on the hospital bed was extremely thin, with scars crisscrossing his chest.
But this old man is a hero who has dedicated himself to his country, and even these scars are medals from fighting against criminals.
She shouldn't say anything unlucky.
"Teacher Zhuang, are there any silver needles here?"
"Yes, yes." Zhuang Pingchun took out his silver needle and handed it over.
Her eyes lit up and she said excitedly, "Qingxuan, can you cure the old director?"
Mu Qingxuan said as she disinfected the silver needle: "I'm 70% sure."
"Only 70%?"
A sharp voice suddenly interrupted, full of malice.
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