Chapter 72

In an instant, everyone's gaze fell on Ye Qiu's face.

Apart from Bai Bing, the other few experts were unfamiliar with Ye Qiu, assuming he was just Bai Bing's assistant.

"Do you have a way to stop the bleeding?" An expert's eyes lit up as he asked.

"Um."

"What method?"

"Maoshan talisman."

The expert's face immediately darkened, and he said, "Director Bai, where did you find this assistant? He's too unreliable! At a time like this, he's still talking about feudal superstitions."

Bai Bing also frowned slightly.

"Director Bai, let me try. Using the Maoshan talisman, I should be able to stop the bleeding," Ye Qiu said.

"Should? From your tone, you're not confident, right? If we delay the emergency treatment and the patient dies, who will be responsible?" an expert said不满地.

"Do you have a way to stop the bleeding for the patient?" Ye Qiu's words made the expert's face turn red.

"If I had a way, would I be wasting time with you?"

Ye Qiu continued, "If the bleeding doesn't stop, the patient will die in a few minutes."

"How confident are you?" Bai Bing asked.

"Fifty percent."

Huh?

Bai Bing and the few experts looked at Ye Qiu with skeptical eyes.

Fifty percent confidence wasn't low.

"Let Ye Qiu try!" Bai Bing made the decision.

An expert immediately said, "Director Bai, you need to think carefully. If he fails to stop the bleeding and the patient dies, who will be responsible?"

"I will take the responsibility," Ye Qiu said.

"You will take the responsibility? You're just an assistant. If the patient really dies, can you bear the responsibility?"

The gray-haired expert said, "I don't think this is the time to discuss who will take the responsibility. We should focus on stopping the bleeding for the patient!"

"Ye Qiu, go ahead. If you fail, the responsibility will be mine," Bai Bing said.

Seeing her speak so firmly, the experts couldn't say anything more. Besides, the situation was urgent, and they couldn't find a better way to stop the bleeding.

Ye Qiu immediately stepped forward and said to a nurse, "Bring me a bowl of clear water quickly."

"Okay." The nurse handed a bowl of clear water to Ye Qiu in just ten seconds.

Ye Qiu formed a sword with his fingers and drew a talisman over the water. After five seconds, he dipped his fingertip into the water and quickly applied it to the wound near the patient's carotid artery.

Seeing this, the experts couldn't help but curse.

"Trying to stop the bleeding with just some water?"

"Ridiculous!"

"Director Bai, this guy is unreliable. We should think of other ways to save the patient."

Ye Qiu's treatment indeed looked unreliable, and Bai Bing was also very anxious. Would it really work?

Then, Ye Qiu applied the water to the wound near the patient's heart. After doing this, he stopped and said, "Done."

That's it?

The experts refused to believe it.

"Director Bai, this guy is unreliable. We should think of other ways," an expert said. Just then, a nurse exclaimed, "The bleeding has stopped, the bleeding has stopped."

This is impossible!

But the experts instinctively looked at the patient's wounds.

The next second, they were all stunned.

"Really stopped?"

"How is this possible!"

"Unbelievable!"

The two major bleeding points on the patient's body not only stopped bleeding, but the wounds also showed signs of healing.

The experts were dumbfounded.

In their years of medical practice, they had never seen such a situation.

It was incredible.

"How did you do it?" an expert asked Ye Qiu.

Bai Bing also looked at Ye Qiu, her beautiful eyes filled with curiosity.

"I used the Maoshan talisman. As for the treatment process, you all saw it just now," Ye Qiu explained. "Many people think the Maoshan talisman is a feudal superstition, but it's not. The Maoshan talisman is a crystallization of our ancestors' wisdom, a profound and mysterious technique that can also save lives and heal injuries."

The experts' faces showed embarrassment.

"Sorry, young man. I was ignorant and almost delayed your treatment of the patient. I apologize to you formally," an expert said.

"I also apologize. Fortunately, you stopped the bleeding, or the consequences would have been unimaginable."

"Thank you today. Otherwise, we wouldn't know what would have happened."

After saying this, the experts bowed to Ye Qiu together.

Seeing this, Ye Qiu was somewhat moved.

In today's society, people are often concerned about their face. Even if they make mistakes, many are unwilling to admit it, let alone apologize.

The experts in front of him were not only older but also renowned authorities in surgery, yet they bowed to apologize to Ye Qiu, showing their respect for medicine.

"Seniors, you are too kind. You are all experienced experts, and I still have a lot to learn from you," Ye Qiu said humbly.

The gray-haired expert looked at Ye Qiu eagerly and said, "Little Ye, the Maoshan talisman is so amazing. Can you teach me? I am willing to be your disciple."

"This..."

Ye Qiu looked troubled.

"Quick, suture the wound. We can talk about other things later," Bai Bing said in time, helping Ye Qiu out of the trouble.

Twenty minutes later.

The surgery was over.

As they came out of the operating room, they saw a strange middle-aged man sitting on a chair in the corridor.

He was considered strange because his clothing and appearance were very unusual.

He was about forty to fifty years old, wearing a sky-blue robe, with his long hair tied up with a jade hairpin, white temples, and a clean-shaven chin, giving him a refined and handsome appearance.

He looked like an ancient scholar.

Did they come to shoot a period drama in the hospital?

Ye Qiu was puzzled.

At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly stood up, blocking their way, and asked, "Doctor, how is Han Long?"

"Han Long? You mean the injured person inside?" Bai Bing saw the man nod and said, "The surgery was successful. He will be transferred to a ward soon."

"Thank you." The man looked grateful.

"Don't thank us. You should thank Little Ye. If it weren't for him today, your friend would have died," an old expert pointed at Ye Qiu.

The man's gaze fell on Ye Qiu, examining him closely.

At this moment, Ye Qiu felt a strong pressure, as if the man's eyes were like a sharp sword piercing his heart, which was very frightening.

"What's your name?" the man asked.

"Ye Qiu," Ye Qiu said.

"Ye Qiu, thank you for saving Han Long. My name is Cao Yuan. If you encounter any trouble, you can find me."

"You're welcome."

Ye Qiu didn't take the man's words seriously, smiled slightly, and left with Bai Bing.

On the way back to the clinic, Bai Bing suddenly stopped, turned around, and stared at Ye Qiu without saying a word.

"Director Bai, why are you looking at me?"

Bai Bing's eyes were cold, making Ye Qiu feel uneasy.

"Did you stay at Lin Jingzhi's house last night? Did you sleep with him?" Bai Bing asked coldly.

"I..."

Just as Ye Qiu was about to answer, Zhao Yun hurried over and said, "Ye Qiu, I finally found you. Come with me quickly."

"What's wrong?"

"Long Wang needs you urgently." Zhao Yun pulled Ye Qiu out of the hospital and into a Mercedes-Benz.

Long Wang sat in the back, his face serious.

"Long Wang, what's the matter? Why so urgent?" Ye Qiu asked curiously.

"Little Ye, pack your things and leave Jiangzhou immediately."

Hearing this, Ye Qiu's face changed, and he asked, "Why?"

"Because Jiuqiansui has come to Jiangzhou. If you don't leave now, it will be too late!"