Chapter 107
There were hurried footsteps outside the ward, and the metal high heels made a crisp sound when they hit the ground.
Ni Ruolan rushed in wrapped in a cashmere shawl, her hair slightly messy but still elegant, and her pearl earrings swayed gently with her movements.
The collar of her dark red silk shirt was slightly open, revealing her slender neck. Although she looked to be around 40 years old, her skin was still very delicate and smooth.
Every gesture and movement reveals elegance and grace.
Even though her forehead was covered with sweat and she had been running all the way here, her makeup was still exquisite.
Ni Ruolan's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's as she looked Mu Qingxuan up and down, her gaze full of scrutiny and suspicion, her voice cold and questioning.
"Professor Zhuang, is this the person you said could cure my father? She looks so young, what abilities can she have?"
The last syllable of her voice rose slightly, and Ni Ruolan's tone was full of doubt.
Zhuang Pingchun looked a little embarrassed and quickly explained, "This is Teacher Mu from our college. Although she is young, her acupuncture skills are not inferior to mine. She also saved Professor Zhou Zhishang before."
Speaking of Zhou Zhishang, she frowned and a bitter smile appeared on her face.
Originally, she had hoped that Zhou Zhishang would come to treat the old director, but after searching everywhere in the school, she couldn't even see Zhou Zhishang's shadow.
In desperation, he placed his hopes on Mu Qingxuan.
Ni Ruolan sneered lightly, her tone was somewhat mocking: "Professor Zhou is a master of medicine, can she be compared with Professor Zhou?"
After saying that, he turned his gaze to his unconscious father on the hospital bed, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.
At this time, Lu Jingfeng stepped forward, straightened his back, his police uniform was straight, and his expression was serious and firm.
"Aunt, the hospital has issued a critical illness notice to the teacher. The chances of recovery are slim."
"But Comrade Mu only felt the teacher's pulse for a while and saw all the symptoms. Why don't we let Comrade Mu give it a try? We can give it a try."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ni Ruolan turned around abruptly, her eyes wide open, staring at him fiercely.
"You also know that the person lying on the hospital bed is your teacher, but you actually used the word dead horse to describe him, Xiao Lu, you..."
Her tone was filled with anger and disappointment.
"This comrade."
Mu Qingxuan suddenly spoke in a steady and powerful voice, interrupting Ni Ruolan's words.
She looked at Ni Ruolan without flinching: "Your father's life is hanging by a thread right now. Every second of delay may mean losing the chance of survival."
"My family has inherited a set of life-saving acupuncture techniques that emphasize 'treating the symptoms in an emergency', first strengthening the primordial yang, then regulating the qi and blood."
"A 70% chance of success is the maximum possible considering the old director's current physical condition. If you don't believe me, I will leave immediately and will not delay you from seeking help from someone else."
Ni Ruolan looked at her blankly, feeling that Mu Qingxuan's expression looked familiar.
Lu Jingfeng stared at Mu Qingxuan's expression, and an inexplicable sense of trust emerged in his heart.
She didn't lie.
Lu Jingfeng thought so in his heart.
He was just about to continue persuading Ni Ruolan when suddenly, the old director on the hospital bed moved.
His body began to tremble violently and his breathing became more rapid.
The electrocardiogram at the bedside table became erratic and the alarm kept sounding.
Ni Ruolan was completely panicked.
She threw herself on the bed, tears as big as beans falling: "Dad, Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Mu Qingxuan's face darkened. "Comrade, if you don't let me treat you, I'm afraid the last 70% chance of success will be gone."
Ni Ruolan froze, then immediately stood up, wiping her tears and saying to Mu Qingxuan, "Teacher Mu, please make sure to cure my father."
Mu Qingxuan sat in front of the hospital bed, lifted up the old director's clothes, revealing his chest covered with gunshot wounds.
She took out nine silver needles as thick as rat tails and quickly inserted them into the Tanzhong, Xinshu, Guanyuan and other points.
Her wrist turned like a butterfly, and the silver needles instantly penetrated into the acupuncture points. Each needle accurately avoided the dense blood vessels, but stimulated the dying nerves just right.
Lu Jingfeng stared at her smooth movements and his Adam's apple moved.
Zhuang Pingchun's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he couldn't stop muttering to himself: "It's actually still possible..."
As the old director's body was filled with silver needles, his rapid breathing gradually calmed down and his body stopped shaking violently.
Ni Ruolan looked at Mu Qingxuan in shock.
Unexpectedly, this little girl really has some skills.
She gritted her teeth in regret. If she had known this would happen, she should not have doubted her just now, and wasted a lot of time.
Ni Ruolan looked at Mu Qingxuan's profile, wondering how she should apologize later.
At this moment, a beam of warm sunset fell favorably on Mu Qingxuan's profile, shrouding her slender figure in an orange-red color.
Ni Ruolan stared at the scene and felt it was more and more familiar.
Has she seen Mu Qingxuan somewhere before?
Mu Qingxuan took the old director's pulse again, then glanced around the huge ward, tore off a piece of paper from the bedside table, and wrote down a prescription.
"Please go and get the medicine according to this prescription now, and quickly."
Lu Jingfeng took the prescription without hesitation and left immediately.
After a long time, Mu Qingxuan finally pulled out the silver needles from the old director's body one by one.
Ni Ruolan left and stepped forward: "Excuse me, my father..."
Mu Qingxuan had been staring for the whole afternoon and felt a little tired, but she still forced herself to smile: "Don't worry, the situation is stable now."
"Follow my prescription and feed him the medicine three times a day. He can't eat anything else in between."
"If the old director can wake up tonight, it means he is completely out of danger."
Ni Ruolan's eyes lit up, and she suddenly grabbed Mu Qingxuan's hand, and burst into tears again: "Teacher Mu, I really don't know how to thank you."
"I'm so sorry. I didn't recognize you at first and misunderstood you. Please forgive me, sir."
Ni Ruolan is old enough to be Mu Qingxuan's mother, but now she is begging for Mu Qingxuan's forgiveness so humbly.
Her mood was somewhat complicated.
Mu Qingxuan shook her head and pulled her hand out of Ni Ruolan's palm without leaving a trace.
"Comrade, don't worry. It is my duty to treat illnesses and save lives. I understand that you are too worried about the old director and that's why you spoke without thinking. I am not angry with you."
Ni Ruolan suddenly felt embarrassed.
I didn't expect that after living for most of her life, she still doesn't have as much tolerance as a little girl.
She touched her nose, feeling a little embarrassed.
Suddenly, she thought of something and asked hurriedly, "Teacher Mu, you just said that if my dad can wake up tonight, everything will be fine. But if he can't wake up tonight..."
Ni Ruolan's eyes darkened.
Although she hoped her father would recover soon, she had to prepare for the worst.
Mu Qingxuan stared at her, her tone somewhat cold: "Then I'm afraid you need to prepare for the old director's funeral."
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