"What are you doing?" Jiang Yan quickly pulled Lin Yu to her side.

  The injured had already been brought to the hospital. Why was Lin Yu still trying to step forward? Moreover, although Fang Yiming's words were harsh, they weren't entirely unreasonable. The best way to treat this patient was through Western medicine.

  Meanwhile, two nurses had urgently wheeled the patient away for examinations.

  "I don't care about traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine! I just want you to save my brother!" the black leather jacket young man said coldly. "Otherwise, your hospital can prepare to shut down!"

  "Whether our hospital shuts down or not isn't for you to decide!" Fang Yiming snorted coldly.

  "I can't decide? What about my brother's father, Qian Haide? Can he decide?" the black leather jacket young man said icily.

  "P-President Qian?!"

  Fang Yiming trembled in fear. Qian Haide was a renowned medical equipment magnate in Qinghai City, donating millions worth of medical equipment to their hospital every year. Moreover, Qian Haide's brother-in-law was the director of the Health Bureau's Political Affairs Department. If he arbitrarily pinned blame on their hospital, they truly couldn't handle it.

  "I'll call the president right away. Please wait a moment."

  Fang Yiming didn't dare delay. He immediately ran out to call the president.

  When the president heard it was Qian Haide's son, his tone instantly changed. "Yiming, quick, call Chief Li Haoming from People's Hospital and ask him to come help save the patient. I'm out of town now but am rushing back. Do your best to calm the family's emotions."

  "Yes, yes." Fang Yiming nodded hurriedly, hung up, and then called Li Haoming.

  Upon hearing that the president of Ren'ai Hospital needed his help, Li Haoming didn't refuse but said he would be a while as he was currently handling an emergency patient.

  Fang Yiming nodded anxiously, hoping he would come as soon as possible.

  About ten minutes later, Young Master Qian's test results came out.

  Fang Yiming was shocked when he saw the results. Lin Yu's assessment was completely accurate: comminuted fractures in both legs, several broken ribs that had punctured the lung lobes, and slight cranial depression. Young Master Qian was incredibly lucky to be alive after such injuries.

  "Dr. Fang, the patient's condition is critical. He likely needs immediate surgery!"

  The head nurse rushed out in a panic.

  "What are you standing around for? Hurry up and operate!"

  Seeing Fang Yiming frozen in place, the black leather jacket young man anxiously shouted at him.

  "Young man, based on the X-rays, Young Master Qian's condition isn't optimistic. Given our hospital's medical standards, I'm afraid we can't guarantee success."

  Fang Yiming said with a grimace. Even if Li Haoming came personally, there likely wasn't much hope.

  "Damn it! If you can't treat him, why are you a doctor?!" The black leather jacket young man flared up, grabbing Fang Yiming by the collar.

  In truth, the black leather jacket young man was also terrified. After all, he had egged Young Master Qian into street racing. Now that an accident had occurred, he couldn't shirk responsibility.

  "Although I'm a doctor, my skills are limited. Even Chief Li Haoming from People's Hospital might not be sure he can save him." Fang Yiming's face was pale with fear.

  "Then what do you suggest we do now?!" The black leather jacket young man's eyes were bloodshot, his expression ferocious as if he wanted to eat someone.

  "The only hope now is to go... to the capital..."

  "Go to hell!"

  The black leather jacket young man kicked Fang Yiming, sending him to the floor. "He'd probably die on the way before even reaching the capital!"

  "Then let's wait for Chief Li. The president is also on his way. They'll surely have a solution, surely..." Fang Yiming clutched his stomach in pain but didn't dare make a sound. He lamented his misfortune—why did he have to be on duty tonight? All the bad luck had come his way.

  "We can't wait any longer. Any more waiting, and he'll be beyond saving."

  Lin Yu couldn't stand by any longer. After all, this was a living person's life. If he didn't act now, he could only watch the patient die.

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  "You? What do you know? Didn't I tell you to get lost earlier? Why are you still here?!"

  Fang Yiming immediately vented his anger on Lin Yu.

  "You don't know how to treat this kind of illness. Hurry up and leave." Jiang Yan also quickly tried to pull Lin Yu away.

  "No. If I leave, he'll definitely die." Lin Yu grabbed Jiang Yan's arm, looking at her seriously. "If you could perform this surgery, would you stand by and do nothing?"

  "But you simply can't—"

  "I promise you, I can definitely heal him." Lin Yu said firmly.

  "Quick! If you can treat him, then hurry up!" The black leather jacket young man grabbed Lin Yu's arm as if clutching a lifeline.

  "Bro, don't listen to him. He's just a quack, a doctor from a small clinic. What does he know?" Fang Yiming shot Lin Yu a disdainful look.

  "Then why don't you treat him if you're so great?!" The black leather jacket young man angrily slapped Fang Yiming on the head, then hurriedly said to Lin Yu, "You're a doctor too, right? Please, I beg you, save my brother."

  "I need assistance. Jiang Yan, give me a hand." Lin Yu rolled up his sleeves and called Jiang Yan into the ICU.

  "He Jiarong, you—"

  "Shut the hell up!"

  Fang Yiming tried to say something, but the black leather jacket young man immediately slapped him on the head again.

  Lin Yu asked the head nurse for a needle pouch, then entered the operating room with Jiang Yan, locking the door behind him. Under these circumstances, he couldn't afford any distractions.

  "Get me a basin of clean water and cut his clothes off!" Lin Yu instructed sternly, already treating Jiang Yan as his assistant.

  Jiang Yan was slightly taken aback. Seeing Lin Yu's serious expression, she didn't dare say more and quickly followed his instructions, fetching a basin of water and using scissors to cut off the patient's clothes.

  Lin Yu put on a pair of sterile gloves, moistened them with water, and wiped the blood off Young Master Qian's body. Then he began feeling along the patient's ribs.

  This was the bone-setting technique passed down through his ancestors—a method of setting and realigning bones without surgery, unique to traditional Chinese medicine.

  Lin Yu closed his eyes, feeling all the broken bones and fragments on Young Master Qian's body, realigning and setting them properly. Only then did he let out a long breath and secure Young Master Qian's legs with splints.

  Jiang Yan watched in amazement. She never expected Lin Yu to realign the shattered bones perfectly with his bare hands, without any instruments.

  Then, Lin Yu took out silver needles and inserted them into more than ten acupoints on Young Master Qian's chest, abdomen, hands, and feet. As he inserted the needles, he slowly channeled his spiritual energy into Young Master Qian's body.

  Young Master Qian's rapid breathing gradually slowed, the pain on his face lessened, and his vital signs slowly returned to normal.

  "Young man, let me tell you—you're the one who let him in. If anything happens, don't blame our hospital."

  Fang Yiming said to the black leather jacket young man outside. He didn't want to bear responsibility if Lin Yu killed the patient.

  "Shut the hell up! If anything happens to my brother, I'll kill you first." The black leather jacket young man glared fiercely at Fang Yiming. He couldn't stand useless people who talked big but had no skills.

  After about half an hour, the ICU doors opened. Lin Yu and Jiang Yan walked out. Lin Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "The patient's condition is stable now. Do not remove the needles from his body, or he'll be in danger again."

  Hearing this, Fang Yiming rushed into the ICU. Seeing that Young Master Qian's vital signs had returned to normal, he was utterly shocked.

  By the time Fang Yiming went back out, Lin Yu and Jiang Yan had already left.

  Fang Yiming's mind was in turmoil. Was He Jiarong really this skilled?

  "When Young Master Qian's parents arrive, don't tell them I brought him here!" The black leather jacket young man kicked Fang Yiming and said fiercely, "Say someone called 120, and you picked him up. I only came after hearing about it. Got it?!"

  He was afraid Young Master Qian's parents would blame him, so he threatened Fang Yiming into keeping his secret.

  "Got it, got it."

  Fang Yiming nodded repeatedly, then had a sudden idea. "But you have to agree to one condition."

  "Speak!" The black leather jacket young man frowned, displeased.

  "When the president and President Qian arrive, you have to say I was the one who treated Young Master Qian." Fang Yiming said with a sly smile.

  The black leather jacket young man frowned in thought. Glancing in the direction Lin Yu had left and seeing that Lin Yu hadn't shown any intention to claim credit, he nodded in agreement.

  "And what about you all? Tell me, who was it that treated Young Master Qian just now?"

  Fang Yiming scowled at the group of nurses.

  The nurses glanced at each other but remained silent.

  "Are you all deaf?!" Fang Yiming roared angrily.

  "Who else could it be? Of course, it was Dr. Fang who treated him!"

  The head nurse immediately stepped forward, flattering him.

  Having worked at the hospital for so many years, becoming head nurse wasn't accidental—it required the ability to read situations. Who was Fang Yiming? The president's nephew. Naturally, she couldn't afford to offend him. Since Lin Yu wasn't from their hospital, she might as well give Fang Yiming the credit as a favor.

  If Fang Yiming put in a good word with the president, she might even get promoted to director of nursing.

  "Yes, it was Dr. Fang who treated him!" Seeing the head nurse speak up, the other nurses didn't dare say otherwise and quickly nodded in agreement.

  "Good that you know. Don't worry—we all worked together to save Young Master Qian. I'll report truthfully to the president and make sure you all get credit. Bonuses won't be a problem!"

  Fang Yiming knew how to play along, already promising rewards.

  The nurses immediately beamed with joy and said in unison, "Thank you, Dr. Fang."

  "How is my son?!"

  Just then, an anxious shout came from outside. A group of people hurried in, led by Qian Haide and his wife, Zhang Lanying.

  Following behind was President Dai Wei.

  They had met at the entrance and came together.

  On the way, Qian Haide had asked Dai Wei about his son's condition, but Dai Wei hadn't dared answer. Based on the test results Fang Yiming had sent him, Young Master Qian was probably already dead.

  "President Qian, you're here. President, you're back too." Fang Yiming hurried forward to greet them.

  "How is my son?" Qian Haide asked anxiously.

  "President Qian, don't worry. I just finished operating on Young Master Qian. His condition is now stable, and he's out of danger. You can rest assured."

  Fang Yiming puffed out his chest, looking pleased with himself.

  "He's already been treated?!"

  Just then, Li Haoming also walked in, looking somewhat surprised.

  Fang Yiming had also sent him a copy of the test results. Based on the results, Young Master Qian's condition was very serious. Even if he had come, he might not have been able to save him.

  Now, in such a short time, Fang Yiming claimed to have already operated on Young Master Qian and stabilized his vital signs. It was truly astonishing.