Chapter 75
The early autumn sun was still scorching, burning the road, and the sycamore leaves swirled and fell to the ground.
Under the shade of trees,
The young man stood with his hands on his hips, veins bulging on his neck, and saliva flying everywhere as he cursed.
"These days, scammers are so shameless! They find an old man to pretend to be sick, and they act pretty convincingly!"
He stomped his feet hard, stepping on the leaves on the ground, making a crunching sound.
"you do not say!"
The old man wearing a red armband squeezed to the front row, shaking his head and saying, "I read in the newspaper the other day that they specifically target young, kind-hearted people!"
The woman carrying the vegetable basket pouted and pulled her bag closer to her chest: "What kind of medical skills can such a young girl know? I think she is just trying to gain sympathy. She might even extort money from you later!"
"People nowadays, what can't they do for money?"
When everyone saw that Mu Qingxuan was so young, they didn't believe that she knew medical skills.
It was easy to be led astray by the young man's thoughts, and we started to accuse each other.
"I really am a doctor! Let me see the old man!"
Mu Qingxuan's eyes turned red with anxiety.
But the more she pushed forward, the more panicked the crowd became.
The old man with the red armband stretched out his calloused hand to stop her: "Girl, don't get involved here. We don't want to be blackmailed!"
The accusations came one after another, like the rising tide, trapping Mu Qingxuan in place.
Just then, the crowd suddenly quieted down.
Huo Changfeng pushed through the layers of people.
His eyes were as cold as ice, his dark eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his jawline was tense, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly with his restrained breathing.
"Get out of the way."
His voice was low and cold, yet it carried unquestionable authority.
Everyone was frightened and subconsciously took a half step back.
He had already stood beside Mu Qingxuan, his warm hands gently pressing on her trembling shoulders, his eyes scanning everyone like an eagle.
"If your ignorance delays treatment..."
He paused, his tone becoming even colder: "Everyone present is a murderer."
The air seemed to freeze.
The young man opened his mouth, but under Huo Changfeng's intimidating gaze, he swallowed the second half of the curse back into his stomach.
The man with the red armband coughed twice and quietly took two steps back.
Seeing this, the onlookers also made way.
Mu Qingxuan was finally able to step forward.
She squatted beside the old man, touched his cold wrist with her fingertips, and carefully felt his pulse.
The pulse under the fingertips was like a gossamer, sometimes rapid and disordered, sometimes almost stagnant.
Mu Qingxuan raised her eyes and looked at the old man's face again.
The wrinkled Lianshan River was shining with oil, which was very unusual.
When I opened my lips, an unpleasant stench hit me in the face.
Passersby who were nearby covered their noses and stepped back in disgust.
Some people had poor tolerance and even started to vomit on the spot.
Mu Qingxuan's face was as calm as water, and her expression did not change at all.
She quickly determined that "it's phlegm that's blocking the airway!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Changfeng tacitly took out a cowhide needle bag from the canvas bag he carried with him and handed it over.
Mu Qingxuan unfolded the cowhide needle bag, and the thirty-six silver needles glowed coldly in the sunlight.
The young man standing by gasped in fear when he saw the thick and long silver needle.
He opened his mouth and was about to say something.
Huo Changfeng glared at him straightly.
He immediately shut up and dared not speak anymore.
Mu Qingxuan rinsed her hands with purified water, wiped off the water droplets with a clean handkerchief, and then picked up a silver needle.
He pierced the old man's Tiantuxue acupoint with lightning speed, his technique was steady, accurate and ruthless, and most of the silver needle was inserted into the old man's body.
Following her actions, the crowd, who had finally calmed down, became agitated again.
His astonished eyes were fixed on Mu Qingxuan's actions.
It was as if she was not saving people but harming them.
Mu Qingxuan ignored the commotion around her and quickly gave acupuncture to the old man's Fenglong, Neiguan and other acupoints.
Every time she inserted a needle, she gently twisted the needle handle to adjust the needle technique.
As the silver needles entered the acupoints one after another, the old man's originally tense facial muscles gradually relaxed, and the sound of phlegm in his throat also weakened a little.
About five minutes later, the old man suddenly started coughing violently.
A large ball of thick, smelly phlegm came out of his mouth, and his breathing became much smoother, and his complexion gradually returned to normal.
"Is this really a cure?" The old man wearing a red armband widened his eyes.
The onlookers were whispering to each other, their faces filled with shock and shame.
"Oh my god, this is amazing. After just two or three injections, the old man's breathing has stabilized."
"The doctor hasn't come yet, but there's no need for him to come now."
"It's amazing, it's like a magic trick. I don't know where this girl came from. She has such good medical skills at such a young age."
The old man's face flushed, and he pulled the red armband on his chest crookedly, muttering, "I should have known not to get involved. I almost missed the big event."
He secretly glanced at Mu Qingxuan, his eyes full of regret, and apologized to her with a guilt-ridden face.
Mu Qingxuan shook her head and gently wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead: "It's okay."
The young man who was cursing at the beginning now had a red face and shrank in the crowd like a defeated rooster.
He muttered quietly: "I am blind to the truth..."
People around cast accusatory glances at him.
Someone couldn't help but scolded him: "You are the one who likes to make a fuss. You almost delayed saving lives!"
The young man lowered his head in embarrassment, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
At this moment, another thin figure suddenly pushed through the crowd and rushed in.
"teacher!"
The person who came was a young man with black-framed glasses and a crew cut.
He was holding a bag of buns and two cups of soy milk in his hands, but due to the intense running, the lid of the soy milk cup opened and the soy milk leaked out.
The young man was completely unaware and simply knelt down beside the old man, looking as if the sky had fallen.
"Teacher, how are you?"
He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
I didn't expect that I had been away for less than half an hour. When the teacher asked me to buy breakfast, when I came back, I saw my teacher lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.
The young man felt as if struck by lightning, and two lines of tears immediately rolled down his cheeks.
Mu Qingxuan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry when she saw him like this.
She patted the young man's shoulder reluctantly and said, "Your teacher is fine. His condition has stabilized now and he will probably wake up soon."
"Since he is your teacher, please take care of him. It is best to take him to a safe place as soon as possible. He can't just lie on the ground forever."
The young man looked up blankly and stared at Mu Qingxuan, seeming a little confused.
The old man with the red armband urged her urgently, reminding her: "This little girl saved your teacher's life."
"If she hadn't been so kind as to rescue me, I'm afraid when you come back, you'll just have to collect your teacher's body!"
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