The Crazy Son-In-Law

“Is it a girl in dungarees?” Xiao Shun asked.

“How did you know?” Zhou Shuqing asked in surprise.

“Were there any needles on her when she was brought in?” Xiao Shun asked, seemingly off-topic.

“No.”

“I said not to remove the needles from her body before getting to the hospital. Your medical staff didn’t listen.”

Xiao Shun sighed: “I used acupuncture to protect her heart meridian and save her last breath. The ambulance equipment was too simple to sustain her life.”

Qin Zhiyu thought to herself: “Pretentious, protecting her heart meridian? Is this a martial arts novel?”

After hearing what Xiao Shun said, Zhou Shuqing roughly understood what had happened. He was frightened and stammered: “Then… can she still be saved?”

“Let me first take a look at the patient.”NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

While they were speaking, the two had already entered the intensive care unit, while Tang Shishi and two others remained outside. In addition to them, there was also the woman with the ponytail who they had seen at the bar. Perhaps because Qin Zhiyu had claimed to be a doctor while at the bar, and because she had demonstrated great professionalism, the woman with the ponytail trusted her greatly. When she saw Qin Zhiyu, she rushed forward, crying and saying, “Doctor Qin, you must save my young mistress…”

However, Qin Zhiyu curiously asked, “Did you remove the acupuncture needles from your mistress’s body in the ambulance?” The woman with the ponytail hesitated for a moment, then nodded pitifully, “Yes, Doctor Fang said they were useless, so he removed them. Didn’t you also say that acupuncture couldn’t cure my mistress’s illness?”

Qin Zhiyu gave a slight nod, seemingly distracted, and comforted her, “They’re doing everything they can to save her, don’t worry. Sit down and rest for a while.”

Inside the intensive care unit, Xiao Shun could feel the girl’s life rapidly slipping away. There was no time to ask questions, it was a matter of life and death. “Quickly bring me the acupuncture needles,” he said urgently, having used almost all of his needles on the patient.

“Get the acupuncture needles quickly!” instructed Zhou Shuqing to a nurse.

“Aren’t you the one who performed acupuncture on this girl at the bar? How did you end up here?” Doctor Fang, the one who had picked them up from the bar, recognized Xiao Shun immediately.

“I invited him,” Zhou Shuqing replied curtly. From what Xiao Shun had previously said, he understood that it was Doctor Fang’s decision to remove the acupuncture needles that had plunged the girl into this critical condition.

“Director Zhou, he’s not a doctor from our hospital, right? What you’re doing is against hospital regulations,” Doctor Fang challenged.

“If anything happens to this girl, you’ll be the first one I fire!” Zhou Shuqing stared at him angrily. “Now, get out.”

Confused, Doctor Fang left the room, complying due to Zhou Shuqing’s seniority. Soon after, the nurse returned with sterilized acupuncture needles.

Xiao Shun was solemn, the girl’s life truly hanging by a thread. Is this a fight against the God of Death? Even if she is cured, I might lose years of my own life. He sighed internally, wondering why he had taken on this task. But at this point, he had no choice but to proceed.

He once again used the “Ghost Door Thirteen Needles” technique, this time needing to transfer a large amount of his energy into her body. Moments later, Xiao Shun was pale and drenched in sweat, beads of it rolling down his cheeks and dripping from his chin, while the nurse next to him forgot to wipe his sweat.

Everyone in the room was astonished by what they were witnessing, forgetting their surroundings. This included Zhou Shuqing, who was awed by the miraculous scene unfolding in front of him.

Once Xiao Shun had inserted all the acupuncture needles into their corresponding points, everyone snapped back to reality. At this point, Xiao Shun looked utterly exhausted, nearly collapsing as he stood up.

A few nurses rushed to support him, helping him back to the edge of the bed. “Water,” Xiao Shun said weakly, feeling as if his body had been drained, his throat burning. A nurse quickly handed him a bottle of purified water. He gulped it down in one go, finally taking a deep breath.

“How is it?” Zhou Shuqing asked nervously. If even Xiao Shun couldn’t save the girl’s life, there was little hope left.

“She’s stable for now. Her life is saved, the rest is up to you,” Xiao Shun said.

“Come and see, all the data is rapidly returning to normal levels,” said a middle-aged nurse in charge of the medical equipment.

Zhou Shuqing hurried over to take a look, then turned to Xiao Shun with excitement: “It’s a miracle, truly a miracle!”

The other doctors and nurses also joined in the praise. They knew clearly that when the girl was brought in, she was already beyond help. If not for the hospital director’s stern order to save her, they might have already pronounced her dead.

After resting for a while, Xiao Shun got up and left the intensive care unit.

Tang Shishi looked at his tired face, as if he had not been treating a patient but had just run five kilometers, and was filled with surprise.

The woman with the ponytail looked at Xiao Shun and Zhou Shuqing expectantly.

“Mr. Xiao, what happened?” Duan Jia asked as she approached.

“Help me,” Xiao Shun replied, “I’m fine, just a bit tired.”

Duan Jia quickly supported him and looked at Zhou Shuqing.

“Mr. Xiao treated the girl, perhaps he exhausted too much energy. I suggested he get a check-up, but he refused,” Zhou Shuqing said helplessly.

“I told you, I’m fine. I’ll be better after a night’s rest,” Xiao Shun said with a bitter smile, then signaled to Duan Jia, “Let’s go.”

Tang Shishi and Qin Zhiyu exchanged glances, then the latter asked Zhou Shuqing, “How’s the patient?”

“Her vital signs have stabilized. She’s out of danger, thanks to Mr. Xiao,” Zhou Shuqing said, filled with gratitude.

Looking at Xiao Shun’s retreating figure, he felt a pang of regret. If someone like him were willing to share his knowledge with the medical world, it would be a great fortune for society and the world.

Of course, Xiao Shun had no obligation to do so. Zhou Shuqing was already immensely grateful for what he had done. At least he had saved his position as hospital director.

On the way back, Qin Zhiyu was still in a fog.

She came from a medical family, her grandfather was Qin Guangyuan, a man of equal fame to Wang Ye. She herself was a top student in medical school and had performed very well in a capital city hospital after graduation. She had also been appointed as a visiting lecturer at the medical university.

How could acupuncture possibly treat myocardial infarction? It was almost like a joke.

Could it be that the director of the city hospital was acting along with Xiao Shun?

After all, she didn’t witness Xiao Shun treating the girl with her own eyes. Was he spending so much effort just to flirt?

But this didn’t make sense either. Why would anyone act along with him? Was the director related to Xiao Shun? Even so, they couldn’t be so reckless.