Chapter 162 Gu Baobao is exhausted
At the booth, Gu Baobao has already received several visitors.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. After continuous, high-intensity pulse diagnosis, analysis, and communication, even with the help of the spiritual spring water and the system, she felt mentally exhausted.
Lu Zhanming keenly sensed this, stepped forward, and asked in a low voice in Chinese:
"Are you tired? Do you want to rest?"
Gu Baobao gently shook her head, took the warm water he offered, drank a sip, and whispered:
"I can still persevere. This is a rare opportunity."
Sui Jianguo noticed that she was tired and was about to tell her to rest when a special visitor arrived at the booth.
He was a tall man in a black suit and sunglasses. He didn't look like someone from the medical field; he looked more like a bodyguard or...a secret agent.
Behind him was an elderly man in a wheelchair.
The old man was about seventy years old, with silver hair, a thin face but sharp eyes, and covered with a thick blanket.
The person pushing the wheelchair was a middle-aged woman dressed as a nurse.
The man in sunglasses stepped forward and spoke haltingly in English with a heavy Russian accent:
"Dr. Gu, my husband would like you to take a look."
His tone was more like a command than a request.
The people in line stirred with discontent; this person had clearly cut in line.
But Gu Baobao's gaze fell on the elderly man in the wheelchair.
The old man's face was an unhealthy grayish-white, his breathing was slightly rapid, and his hands, resting on the blanket, trembled slightly.
More importantly,
[Warning! Host!]
De Fu's urgent voice suddenly rang in his mind.
[Abnormal vital signs detected in this target! Rapid heart rate, low blood oxygen saturation, and signs of acute exacerbation of at least three chronic diseases! Danger level: High!]
Gu Baobao felt a chill run down her spine.
She stood up and nodded to the man in sunglasses:
"Please bring the gentleman over here."
Then he apologized to the people in line:
"I apologize, everyone, this gentleman's situation is quite urgent and needs to be addressed first. Please understand."
Her attitude was sincere, and the old man did indeed look seriously ill, so although the people in line were dissatisfied, they didn't say anything more.
The wheelchair was pushed to the front of the booth.
Gu Baobao did not immediately take the pulse, but first carefully observed the old man's complexion, eyes, and breathing before reaching out to take his pulse.
This time, she took the pulse for longer than ever before.
His brows furrowed slightly.
The man in sunglasses looked at her nervously.
Half a minute later, Gu Baobao withdrew her hand, looked at the old man, and asked directly in English. The old man's nurse immediately translated it into Russian:
"Sir, have you been experiencing chest tightness, palpitations, or difficulty lying flat at night lately? Has your lower limb edema worsened?"
A hint of surprise flashed in the old man's gray-blue eyes, and he nodded slowly.
"You have severe heart failure, along with kidney insufficiency and a lung infection."
Gu Baobao spoke at a steady pace, yet each word was clear.
“Your condition is very dangerous right now. You should be hospitalized immediately, not come here.”
The man in sunglasses' expression changed.
The old man slowly raised his hand, indicating to the nurse that there was no need for a translator, and began to speak in broken but understandable English, his voice hoarse and weak:
"The hospital...can't cure it. I've heard...there are miraculous medical techniques in the East...I want to give it a try."
Gu Baobao remained silent for a few seconds.
[Defu, given his current condition, will our health-preserving pills be effective?]
[Host, the simple health-preserving pills can only slightly improve symptoms and cannot reverse organic lesions. However, if combined with the enhanced version of the Spirit Spring Water...]
A special acupuncture technique will temporarily stimulate his vital energy, potentially providing him with at least a week of relative stability and creating better conditions for hospitalization. However, this will consume a significant amount of your spiritual energy and spiritual spring water, and carries certain risks.
Gu Baobao looked at the faint glimmer of hope in the old man's eyes, and then at the growing crowd of onlookers around her.
She knew this was a choice.
Treatment is risky and may be thankless.
Refusing to treat someone who is dying is not the behavior of a doctor, and it will also damage the reputation that has just been established.
She took a deep breath and made her decision.
"I can provide you with emergency treatment to relieve your current pain and stabilize your condition."
Gu Baobao looked at the old man and the man in sunglasses, her tone solemn.
"But this is only a temporary measure; you must receive proper inpatient treatment as soon as possible. Do you agree?"
The man in sunglasses looked at the old man, who slowly nodded.
What do you need me to do?
"I asked the man in sunglasses."
"Push the gentleman behind the booth; it's relatively quiet there. I need to administer acupuncture."
As Gu Baobao spoke, she looked at Lu Zhanming and Sui Jianguo.
Lu Zhanming immediately stepped forward and, together with the man in sunglasses, pushed the wheelchair to the rest area behind the booth.
Sui Jianguo directed his comrades to maintain order and keep the onlookers at bay.
Gu Baobao took out a silver needle pack from her cloth bag, disinfected it, and then focused her mind.
This time, she inserted the needles much more slowly than yesterday, and each needle was inserted with extreme care, landing on acupoints on the old man's chest, wrists, and ankles.
At the same time, she secretly drew out a drop of concentrated spiritual spring water from her space, mixed it into the prepared warm water, and had the old man take a small sip.
The acupuncture treatment lasted for nearly twenty minutes.
When Gu Baobao removed the last needle, the old man's complexion improved noticeably, his breathing became steady, and his tightly furrowed brows relaxed.
He let out a long breath, looking at Gu Baobao with a complex expression:
"I feel...much better. My chest doesn't feel tight anymore."
Gu Baobao's forehead was sweating even more, and her face was a little pale.
This acupuncture treatment was extremely taxing on my mental energy.
She handed a bottle of enhanced health pills to the nurse, carefully explained the method of administration and precautions, and then earnestly said:
"This is only a temporary relief. Please be sure to be admitted to the hospital within two days for a full examination and treatment."
The old man nodded, told the man in sunglasses to put the medicine away, then looked at Gu Baobao deeply and said something in Russian.
Nurse translation:
"The gentleman said his name is Ivan Petrovich. He owes you a favor. If you have the chance to go to Moscow in the future, you must look for him."
Gu Baobao nodded slightly, not paying much attention.
What she didn't know was that Ivan Petrovich would one day repay this favor in a different capacity.
After the old man was pushed away, there was a moment of silence in front of the booth.
Then, someone started clapping.
At first, they were scattered, then more and more, and finally they merged into one.
Those in line and those watching, whether they understood the conversation or not, all saw the Eastern girl's focused expression as she administered the acupuncture, and they saw the obvious changes in the old man before and after.
At this moment, barriers of language, culture, and nationality seem to be broken down.
All that remains is awe for medical skills and respect for life.
Standing behind the booth, listening to the applause around her and seeing the friendly looks, Gu Baobao suddenly felt that all the fatigue of the morning was worth it.
Meanwhile, in my mind, Defu's notification sounds were already cheerfully flooding the screen:
[Ding! Successfully treated a critically ill patient, gaining 5000 merit points!]
[Ding! Demonstrating TCM emergency rescue capabilities on the international stage significantly enhances the influence of TCM, earning +1000 merit points!]
[Ding! Friendship with potential key figure 'Ivan Petrovich' has been triggered, gaining 3000 merit points!]
[Ding! Your merit points are still increasing! Host, you have set a new single-day record for merit point gain!!!]
Gu Baobao let out a soft breath, took the warm water that Lu Zhanming handed her again, and drank it in small sips.
Looking at her pale face, Lu Zhanming felt a pang of heartache and whispered:
"We need to rest. Let the other comrades handle the next visitors."
This time, Gu Baobao did not refuse.
She was indeed nearing her limit.
Sui Jianguo also came over and said in an unquestionable manner:
"Baby, go lie down in the back lounge for a while. We'll take care of things here."
Gu Baobao nodded and, accompanied by Lu Zhanming, walked towards the small rest room that had been temporarily set up behind the booth.
As she passed by the queue, the visitors who hadn't yet been served not only showed no dissatisfaction, but also nodded to her with eyes full of understanding and respect.
Gu Baobao responded with a smile.
I entered the lounge, closed the door, and shut out the noise from outside.
As soon as Gu Baobao sat down on the makeshift folding bed, Lu Zhanming squatted down, took off her shoes, and then covered her with a blanket.
"Take a nap."
He sat on the edge of the bed and took her hand.
"I'll stay here and keep watch."
Looking at the heartache and determination in his eyes, Gu Baobao felt a warmth in her heart, nodded, and closed her eyes.
Outside, the exhibition is still ongoing.
The queue was still very long in front of the deep red Huaxia booth.
But everyone knows that today, the legend of Eastern medicine has quietly begun in this Western world's exhibition hall.
And all of this is just the beginning.
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