A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 243: If Shen Yanhe Can Be Saved, I’ll Live Stream Doing a Handstand Poop

Chapter 243: Chapter 243: If Shen Yanhe Can Be Saved, I’ll Live Stream Doing a Handstand Poop

In the resuscitation room.

Several doctors and nurses were resuscitating Old Master Yan, with a few nurses taking turns performing CPR on him. The sound of the machines beeping echoed in the resuscitation room.

Old Master Yan was hooked up to various tubes, and his complexion was gradually turning pale. His heart rate and blood pressure were still dropping, and his breathing was almost nonexistent.

The ECG machine emitted a beep.

The fluctuating line was about to become a flat line.

"There’s nothing we can do," a doctor said, sweating profusely as he stepped away from the bedside, sighing, "Inform the family to prepare for the worst."

Dr. Li wiped the sweat from his forehead: "The old man’s health was already poor, and it was a case of drug incompatibility. It’s already remarkable that he lasted till now; it’s not surprising we can’t bring him back."

No sooner had his voice faded than a cool voice rang out, "If you can’t save him, I can."

The doctors in the resuscitation room were taken aback and turned their heads in unison.

A doctor who had once seen Shen Yanhe’s face lit up: "Divine Doctor Shen! How did you get here?"

Dr. Li’s brow furrowed, and he said in an extremely unpleasant tone, "Divine Doctor? She’s nothing but a quack!"

"Old Master Yan is in the resuscitation room because of the medicine she prescribed!"

The surrounding doctors were taken aback and looked at Dr. Li with strange expressions: "Dr. Li, are you mistaken? How could Divine Doctor Shen possibly be a quack?"

They had spent quite some time recently following Shen Yanhe and had witnessed her superb medical skills.

Even the hospital dean personally certified her; how could she possibly be a quack?

"How could I possibly mistake her? The quack Shen Yanhe that Professor Li mentioned is her!" Dr. Li didn’t believe what the other doctors said and felt they were all deceived by Shen Yanhe.

His eyes darted around, and he turned to Shen Yanhe, "Alright, you say you can save him, how do you propose to do it?"

Dr. Li thought venomously.

After all, Old Master Yan was already on the verge of death.

If she saved him, it would be his success as a doctor.

If she ended up killing him in the attempt, that would prove Shen Yanhe was a quack.

Then the hospital wouldn’t hold him accountable, and the Yan Family in their grief wouldn’t take their anger out on these doctors. Instead, they would direct it at Shen Yanhe.

Shen Yanhe glanced at him indifferently, stepped forward, placed her medicine box on the bedside table, opened it, and took out Golden Needle.

Seeing the Golden Needle, Dr. Li scoffed audibly with a hint of mockery, "You can’t be serious? You really think you’re like the ’Divine Doctor’ in a novel who can revive dead flesh with just one needle?"

"Do you think this is a fantasy world? If you can cure him with Golden Needle, then I’ll livestream myself doing a handstand and taking a dump!"

Shen Yanhe calmly pinched the Golden Needle, sanitized it with alcohol, and said in a very cold voice, "Remember what you’ve just said."

Dr. Li sneered: "You’d better have the ability to cure him first!"

Dr. Li, who had studied Western medicine for most of his life, actually despised Traditional Chinese Medicine.

In his opinion, ancient TCM certainly possessed miraculous skills that could revive the dead, but that was in ancient times!

Nowadays, TCM had long been in decline, famous only for a few old scholars who devoted their lives to it.

Others were just dabblers trying to deceive and swindle.

When he heard the other doctors earlier, he was indeed shaken for a moment, but as soon as he saw Shen Yanhe take out the Golden Needle, he was certain she was a quack out to deceive!

No sooner had this thought struck him than a flash of golden light caught his eye.

The doctors saw Shen Yanhe deftly handle the Golden Needle, quickly inserting it into the major acupoints on Old Master Yan’s body.

They also saw Shen Yanhe insert the Golden Needle into Old Master Yan’s temple.

This alarmed the doctors who had not witnessed Shen Yanhe’s treatments before; in Western medicine, the temple was considered one of the lethal points. Could this be deliberate murder?

Shen Yanhe’s expression remained calm as she placed the last needle. Only then did she step back slightly and, with her fingers bent, she lightly plucked the Golden Needle at the top of Elder Yan’s head.

The Golden Needles on Elder Yan’s body began to tremble slightly.

The doctors and nurses covered their mouths in astonishment, afraid to make a sound that might disturb Shen Yanhe.

The doctors who had witnessed Shen Yanhe’s treatment were hastily jotting down the acupuncture points she used on any piece of paper they had on hand.

Doctor Li, watching the trembling Golden Needles on Elder Yan’s body, couldn’t help but furrow his brow, feeling an inexplicable sense of unease.

Could it be that she really had some skills?

One minute later, the Golden Needles stopped trembling.

Shen Yanhe once again picked up a Golden Needle and pricked the tips of each of Elder Yan’s ten fingertips.

In traditional Chinese medicine, bleeding from the fingertips is known as the bloodletting method and is one of the emergency treatment methods.

It is said that bleeding from all ten fingers can balance yin and yang and has a certain effect of reviving consciousness.

By performing bloodletting on Elder Yan, not only did she want to resuscitate him, but she also aimed to expel some of the toxins from his body, to ease his suffering.

No sooner had the Golden Needle been inserted than a dark, somewhat foul-smelling blood emerged from the tips of the fingers.

Shen Yanhe, with an unchanged expression, squeezed out the blood until it turned a normal color, then used a cotton ball placed nearby to clean up the blood.

Doctor Li frowned, muttering under his breath, "Mumbo-jumbo."

Shen Yanhe ignored him, carefully removed the Golden Needles from Elder Yan’s body, sterilized them, and put them back in the long box of her small medicine chest.

Even after the Golden Needles were removed, Elder Yan’s heart rate still hadn’t increased.

Doctor Li, who had kept silent until then, finally found an opportunity. He pointed at Elder Yan, who was still breathing more out than in, "Is this your idea of a cure? The patient hasn’t shown any change! You are indeed a quack—"

He hadn’t finished speaking.

The ECG monitor started beeping steadily.

The doctor who had been recording the acupoints and monitoring Elder Yan’s condition brightened up, "The heart rate is back!"

Nurse: "The blood pressure is rising as well!"

Following that, Elder Yan coughed violently and, under the watchful eyes of the medics, slowly opened his eyes.

Someone exclaimed in astonishment, "Oh my! The patient has actually woken up!"

The nurses hurried forward to administer IV fluids to Elder Yan and attach him to machines to stabilize his condition.

The doctor who had been monitoring the elder looked admiringly at Shen Yanhe, "I knew it! With Divine Doctor Shen here, Elder Yan was bound to be fine!"

"Doctor Li, you were wrong earlier. Divine Doctor Shen is not a quack!"

"Exactly, I’ve assisted Divine Doctor Shen in saving people before. How could she possibly be a quack?"

Doctor Li’s face turned a mix of green and white, disbelief written all over it.

Could it be, she actually cured him?

Was she really not a quack?

But Professor Li had clearly said she was!

Doctor Li clenched his hands into fists, stubbornly retorted with a stiff neck, "Maybe it was our resuscitation that worked? Even if she has medical skills, how could they be so outstanding? Can a few Golden Needles really outweigh our hospital’s medical equipment?"

"If a few Golden Needles could save a person, then why bother painstakingly studying Western medicine? We might as well all study traditional Chinese medicine!"

Shen Yanhe cast a cool glance at him, "Study traditional Chinese medicine? You don’t have the talent for it, you can’t learn."

The doctor who spoke earlier snickered, "There’s more than one doctor here. We all know whether it was our resuscitation or Divine Doctor Shen’s that brought Elder Yan back. We have a clear idea of that."

"It’s you who should apologize to Divine Doctor Shen for constantly slandering her as a quack!"