The Nineteenth Section: The Magic Hand Revives (2)

  Seeing Ye Qiu's serious expression, the people around him couldn't help but believe it a bit. The security manager looked him up and down, furrowed his brow and asked: "Are you a doctor?"

  "No." Ye Qiu shook his head.

  "What are you yelling about if you're not a doctor? If the patient's condition worsens, it's on you!" The security manager scolded angrily. He shouted to the crowd of onlookers: "Is there a doctor? Is there a doctor here?"

  "I am a doctor." A man wearing glasses and dressed in a black suit raised his hand and replied.

  "Okay, okay. Come and take a look at this gentleman." The security manager ran over with a smile all over his face to pull the doctor away. If someone really died in the mall, it would definitely affect the business of the mall, and he would also be held responsible.

  "But I'm a Western doctor, there's no equipment on site, and I couldn't examine him - based on my experience, it's probably a hemorrhagic stroke." The bespectacled man squatted down to look at the old man's face, as well as his tightly closed eyes and crooked mouth, and made this judgment.

  "Since you know what's wrong with him, then please hurry up and treat this old man." The security manager urged.

  "But I don't have any equipment - I'm out with my wife shopping, empty-handed, how can I treat?"

  "Shall we send him to the hospital?" The security manager asked anxiously, with a doctor by his side.

  "It's probably not going to work out. In his current state, if he rushes around again, something might happen."

  The security manager's gaze shifted to Ye Qiu, hesitated for a moment, and then turned to the doctor wearing glasses. He asked anxiously: "Doctor, what should we do now?"

  "This one"

  Save a life like saving a fire, Ye Qiu didn't have time to bicker with the security manager. Moreover, after listening to their conversation between the grandfather and grandson just now, he had a good impression of the little boy and wanted to help him once.

  Ye Qiu squatted down and said to the anxious little boy, "Your grandfather has had a stroke. If you believe me, I can cure him. At this time, we must not move his body, otherwise it will worsen the condition - the consequences are very serious."

  The old man indeed had a hemorrhagic stroke, which is a high incidence of disease in the elderly during autumn and winter. It's possible that the old man was startled when he stepped on the escalator earlier and fell to the ground, causing his brain blood vessels to rupture due to severe shock. If his body is moved at this time, it may cause him to lose his life. Moreover, even if rescued in time, there will be sequelae left behind. Many people who have had a stroke can only spend their future lives in a wheelchair and are unable to take care of themselves.

  "Can you really save my grandfather?" The little boy grasped Ye Qiu's hand and said.

  "Alright." Ye Qiu nodded and said to the crowd of onlookers: "Everyone scatter a bit, keep the air flowing."

  He then asked the security manager, "Is there a pharmacy in this mall?"

  "Yes, there are. Both Chinese and Western medicine shops have them." The security manager replied. He thought to himself, anyway, there's no better solution, since this kid is willing to take over, let him try then. If he saves the person, everyone will be fine, and he won't even be punished, maybe he'll even be rewarded for handling the emergency situation properly. If he can't save the person, I'll get in trouble - but this kid's troubles will be even bigger.

  "Go to the Chinese medicine shop. I need a box of long needles and a box of thick needles, disinfectant alcohol and sanitary cotton - it's best if someone from the pharmacy can come over to help." Ye Qiu shouted at the security manager.

  The security manager originally wanted to send someone over, but after scanning the area, he suddenly remembered that his subordinates had all been beaten by Ye Qiu and were lying on the ground crying out in pain. He had no choice but to run over himself.

  The security manager soon came over with what Ye Qiu needed, followed by an old man in a long gown.

  "Get the hypodermic - alcohol - cotton balls..." Ye Qiu's voice rang out in rapid succession.

  The old man who came with the security manager was also a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner and wanted to take action himself. However, seeing Ye Qiu's hand technique for promoting blood circulation, he had never seen it before, so he focused on assisting, quickly preparing what Ye Qiu needed.

  Ye Qiu took over the needle that had been disinfected with alcohol and slowly inserted it into Lao Yezi's Neiguan acupoint.

  He then used the long and short needles to insert deeply and shallowly into the old man's Shuigou, Sanyinjiao, Jiuquan, Zhezhi, Weizhong and other acupoints. The old man helped Ye Qiu prepare what he needed while intently watching his movements, sometimes puzzled, sometimes shocked, sometimes overjoyed, with a mysterious expression on his face, compared to the old man on the ground, he seemed more like someone who had suffered a stroke.

  After using eighteen long and short silver needles, Ye Qiu moved to the old man's head, lifted his body up, and gently massaged his Renzhong acupoint. Three minutes passed, five minutes passed, but the old man still had his eyes tightly closed, without any sign of waking up.

  Logically speaking, the old man should have sobered up by now. What's going on?

  Ye Qiu felt a bit bewildered. Although he had heard the old man talk about the method of treating this kind of case, it was still his first time to solve this problem by himself. Had something gone wrong somewhere?

  Ye Qiu's expression naturally fell into the eyes of the onlookers around him, and seeing that he had been busy for half a day, the old man still hadn't woken up, these people began to discuss.

  "It's indeed true that those who are careless with their words can't be trusted to handle important matters. Whose child is so reckless and irresponsible? Matters of life and death are also handled carelessly by this kind of person?"

  "Yes. It seems the old man was driven mad by him. At first, he still looked like a decent person, but it turns out he's just a useless show-off."

  "This old man is pitiful, he can't even walk steadily. Originally, it would have been a blessing if he had just passed away like that. But instead, he was stabbed by this young whippersnapper."

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  Because the accident occurred at the most prosperous and busiest Dongfang Xintiandi in Yanjing, more and more people gathered here at this moment, with over 10,000 people present. The mall manager also rushed to the scene upon hearing the news and organized staff to disperse the crowd.

  The gossip of others fell into the little boy's ears, making him even more afraid. He anxiously asked Ye Qiu: "Brother, can you really cure my grandfather?"

  "It should be." Ye Qiu nodded. Still hadn't recovered from his own contemplation. It shouldn't be, every step was correct. Had something unexpected happened?

  From a simple "can" to an ambiguous "should be able", two more words made the little boy lose half of his confidence. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and started making calls, presumably to call for help. Just now he was worried about his grandfather's illness and even forgot to inform his family members.

  After a while, when people started to appear, Ye Qiu's face lit up with joy, and he finally figured out the key to the problem.

  Gently massaging the old man's back for a few moments, he suddenly flew up with a palm and slapped it heavily on the old man's back.

  "What are you doing?" The little boy shouted loudly, with a posture that he wanted to fight Ye Qiu to the death.

  The security manager of the mall was stunned and hesitated about whether to go forward and catch him. He was afraid that he alone could not catch Ye Qiu.

  "Cough...!" After a thick phlegm was sprayed out of the old man's mouth, his eyes slowly opened.