The room was quiet, with only the constant ticking of various instruments.
Shen Zhihuan walked ahead to open the door for her two masters. As soon as she entered, she saw two nursing beds placed in the center.
Two people, their faces obscured by bandages, lay quietly on the bed.
Shen Zhihuan recognized the man closest to her as Cheng Xiangling and Cheng Wan's uncle, scientist Song Mingqian, by the identification badges on their beds.
She subconsciously moved closer and discovered that his head was also wrapped tightly in gauze. From the blood seeping out, it was clear that he also had many wounds on his face.
Despite it being their first meeting, Shen Zhihuan felt exceptionally uncomfortable and depressed.
None of them were eyewitnesses and had no idea how dangerous the accident must have been for Song Mingqian to be so badly injured.
The driver next to him wasn't much better off; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was covered in so many wounds.
Shen Zhihuan was not a student who graduated from a medical school; she always claimed that she learned her medical skills from her grandparents.
Normally, one wouldn't be exposed to courses like anatomy.
When Grandpa Wang and Grandpa Tian saw her standing motionless by the hospital bed, they assumed that Shen Zhihuan was seeing a patient so badly injured for the first time and were somewhat frightened.
The two exchanged a glance, quickly stepped forward, gently patted her shoulder, and whispered comfortingly:
"Zhihuan, if you're scared, just stand behind us and let us do the diagnosis. You can just watch from the side."
Shen Zhihuan snapped out of her daze, sniffed, and quickly shook her head to explain.
"I'm not scared, I just feel a little sad seeing how badly they were injured."
"I feel much better now, so I'll take care of the medical check-up."
This emotion came out of nowhere, yet it was exceptionally strong.
But this wasn't the time to talk about these things. Shen Zhihuan didn't delve into the source of her strange feelings. She calmed herself down and began to take the pulses of Song Mingqian and the driver.
"Both of them have weak pulses. If we want them to wake up as soon as possible, I think acupuncture would be a better option."
“On your way here, the two of us have already given Mr. Song acupuncture twice, but his condition has not improved and he shows no signs of waking up.”
When Grandpa Wang and Grandpa Tian got to this point, they couldn't help but sigh with regret.
As they were talking, Old Master Wang suddenly thought of something and looked at Shen Zhihuan with a bright light in his eyes.
“Zhihuan is always a girl with her own ideas. Why don’t you take a look? Should we try a different acupuncture technique? Maybe it will have a new effect.”
These words immediately received Old Master Tian's approval.
"I think this method is good, Zhihuan. You've already seen the cases of two patients, do you have any ideas?"
Unexpectedly, both of her masters trusted her so much. Shen Zhihuan was really worried about Song Mingqian and the other man's health, so she didn't refuse.
“I can give it a try.”
Both old men thought she was self-taught, but in reality, Shen Zhihuan had been on the battlefield in her previous life and often dealt with wounded soldiers.
The doctors who mentored her were those whose medical skills were even more advanced than those of Grandpa Tian and Grandpa Wang, as well as the other veteran military doctors in the army.
In terms of practical experience, Shen Zhihuan was no less capable than his two masters.
She combined her past experiences with what she had learned and proposed a new treatment method, which she discussed with the two old men.
"Although this approach is radical, if it succeeds, the effect will be a hundred times stronger than conservative treatment. What's rare is that even if it fails, it will not cause too much damage to the patient's body."
"I think we can give it a try."
Shen Zhihuan's words were refreshing to both Grandpa Wang and Grandpa Tian, and they immediately made a decision.
"Let's change it, let's follow Zhihuan's plan and try a different set of needlework. With the three of us guarding them closely, we can guarantee their safety."
"Zhihuan, you will be in charge of the subsequent acupuncture treatment."
Shen Zhihuan nodded without saying much, picked up the sterilized acupuncture needles that had been placed aside, and began the procedure.
The two old men initially approached the matter with a "let's give it a try" attitude, but unexpectedly, when the acupoints were stimulated, Song Mingqian, who had been lying on the hospital bed without any reaction as if he were in a vegetative state, suddenly beckoned with his finger.
The three of them exchanged a glance, their expressions filled with joy.
"It seems this plan is really feasible. Let's continue. Maybe Mr. Song will wake up soon."
"good."
Shen Zhihuan nodded and continued to concentrate on the acupuncture.
She and the two old men were all focused on the acupuncture points, but they didn't notice that Song Mingqian suddenly opened his eyes for a moment.
The fear of impending death he felt before falling into a coma still lingered in his mind.
Song Mingqian was unable to come to his senses for a long time, and even now, his consciousness was still somewhat hazy.
He couldn't tell where he was, but he vaguely sensed that a young girl was sitting next to him.
Those beautiful, downcast peach blossom eyes looked so familiar.
Song Mingqian's pupils suddenly contracted, thinking that he was already dead.
Otherwise, how could he have met the person he had always longed for?
Song Mingqian thought he was truly fearless in the face of death, but when death actually came upon him, his heart was filled with countless regrets and remorse.
He left us far too early, and far too suddenly.
So much so that he didn't have time to bring his family back to his side after many years of separation, nor was he able to give his wife an explanation.
And so he closed his eyes and left this world.
But for Song Mingqian at this moment, death would be better.
He couldn't find his daughter while he was alive, but now that he's dead, he can finally see her return to his side.
In this way, his poor Huan'er, who had been separated from her parents since childhood, would no longer have to be all alone.
Song Mingqian kept his eyes open with all his might, until they became dry and painful, but he still couldn't bear to close them.
Tears welled up uncontrollably from the bottom of my eyes, moistening my eye sockets.
As he watched the figure in front of him gradually blur, he thought it was his daughter leaving him again, and his heart was instantly filled with endless panic.
No, don't go.
The father and daughter were finally able to reunite, and he hadn't even had a chance to atone for his mistakes back then. He really didn't want to be separated from his beloved like this.
A person who has just suffered a severe injury and stepped off the operating table should be weak.
With sheer willpower, Song Mingqian slowly raised his hand, trying to catch his daughter's departing figure.
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