sjar Chapter 31: I'm here; there's always a way.
Chapter 31: I'm here; there's always a way.
An Xiaoyue looked up and saw Leng Fang, who looked anxious, walking briskly towards her.
He was wearing a black overcoat with a wrinkled navy blue collar, making it clear that he was wearing pajamas underneath.
An Xiaoyue was moved by Leng Fang's unkempt appearance and hurried arrival; he must be a responsible doctor.
"Brother Shengyang, where is the patient?"
"Please come in."
Fu Shengyang spoke, and the doctor opened the ward door.
No one dared to stop them; to do so would only waste time, and no one could bear the weight of a life.
When Leng Fang appeared at the hospital bedside, Dr. Wei seemed to see a glimmer of hope. He took off his mask and said sincerely, "Hello, thank you for your help."
Everyone in the ward had heard that the patient's family had contacted a liver specialist.
Given the limitations of medical technology and equipment, the current situation represents the best outcome they could achieve.
Leng Fang didn't waste any time on pleasantries and went straight to the point: "Leave this to me, you all get out."
While he was speaking, he had already made a video call to his father.
He put his phone aside, so his father only needed to hear him speak; he didn't need to see the patient.
Leng Fang looked up and saw that none of the doctors had moved. He said sternly, "If you're not going out, then stay here and watch. Don't crowd around the bed. Let the air circulate and keep quiet."
The hospital leadership seized the opportunity and ordered the doctors and nurses in the ward, "Come out, come out."
With the Leng family here, what is there to worry about?
If even the Leng family can't save someone, then it's because the King of Hell won't let them go; it's the patient's time to die, and it has nothing to do with the doctors' skills.
An Xiaoyue saw through her leader's little scheme and clenched her fist.
These people are trying to shirk responsibility, but it's absolutely impossible!
Everyone left the ward, closed the door, and shut out all sound.
An Xiaoyue stood in front of the door with a heavy heart. Through the small window in the door, she finally saw her mother on the hospital bed.
Mom lay flat on the hospital bed without a pillow, wearing an oxygen mask.
She lay there, seemingly asleep.
Tears fell like pearls from a broken string.
She also met with her mother in the afternoon. They talked about the style of her new pajamas, ordered water cups, and agreed to go shopping together to buy skincare products.
They were chatting happily, so why is Mom so quiet after only a dozen hours?
Her slender white fingers landed on the window, grasping her mother's hand, which was receiving an IV drip, through the air.
Mom, don't leave me alone, I don't want to be alone.
Suddenly, she felt a tightness on her shoulder as Fu Shengyang gripped her shoulder.
She looked up and met a pair of dark eyes.
Fu Shengyang said, "As long as I'm here, there will always be a way."
can you?
She didn't know, but Fu Shengyang's words were so warm and sincere that she could rely on them for a short time.
After a preliminary examination, Leng Fang pulled up a stool and sat by the bed, taking his pulse with both hands alternately.
He had the answer in his heart, and calmly reported the situation to his father on the other end of the phone.
After a moment, he got up and opened the wooden box he had brought.
An Xiaoyue noticed that the wooden box was about the same size as an ordinary medical kit, but it contained a hidden compartment.
Pull the top layer up to reveal the disinfection tools.
After disinfecting his hands, Leng Fang pulled open the second layer to the side and took out a roll of cloth.
When the cloth was unfolded, An Xiaoyue could see clearly that it was a row of silver needles of varying lengths and thicknesses, with silver bodies and cold, gleaming tips.
It was made of silver, not the disposable acupuncture needles she used for practice in her lab class.
After completing her acupuncture lab class, she researched Leng Fangyi's information online.
Compared to his extraordinary sense of smell, Leng Fangyi's acupuncture skills are truly exceptional; even his father's expertise in acupuncture is inferior to his.
While An Xiaoyue was distracted, several silver needles were already inserted diagonally into her mother's forehead and the top of her head.
Leng Fang stood at the foot of the bed, lifted the blanket, and quickly inserted silver needles into acupoints such as Sanyinjiao and Zusanli on his mother's body.
After doing all this, he pinched the needle handle with his thumb and forefinger and performed lifting, inserting, and twisting movements to enhance the intensity of acupoint stimulation.
More than ten minutes had passed, and the patient on the bed still showed no reaction.
"Is this okay?"
A voice of doubt arose, clearly indicating that someone had lost patience.
An Xiaoyue knew without turning around that there must be a crowd of people surrounding her, with countless eyes staring at Leng Fangyi and her mother in the ward.
"I don't know, but traditional Chinese medicine is very mysterious."
"If you say that, and the patient wakes up, it's not necessarily anyone's credit."
An Xiaoyue listened to these words and she detested such hindsight remarks.
Sometimes, what you criticize and refute is simply what you cannot understand.
Whether it's traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, as long as it can alleviate human suffering and benefit humanity, it's worthwhile for every doctor to study it diligently and apply what they've learned.
The problem lies not with Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM), but with people who do not understand or believe in it.
An Xiaoyue ignored the discussions behind her and stared intently at An Jiaren on the hospital bed without blinking.
Time passed by, and she felt her feet getting numb from standing.
Fu Shengyang stood by her side the whole time, waiting with her.
Fu Shengyang sensed her gaze and said, "Do you want to go and rest for a bit? I'll take care of things here."
"No need." She was afraid that if she slacked off, something would happen to her mother, so she needed to watch over her personally to feel at ease.
An Jiaren lay on the bed, her eyelashes fluttering and her eyelids open.
Leng Fangyi also noticed the change in the person on the hospital bed. He took the pulse again and a smile appeared on his face.
An Xiaoyue's tears flowed freely, and she covered her mouth with both hands to stop herself from crying.
Great, Mom is awake!
"He's awake." Someone called out from behind as they walked away. "He's awake, he's awake."
The voices of other medical staff could be heard in the distance.
"You're awake! That's great."
"It's good that you're alright, you scared me to death."
"We'll have to rely on the Leng family."
Some felt relieved knowing the patient was alright and wouldn't have to take responsibility; others were genuinely happy that the patient had been saved...
Amidst the various opinions, An Xiaoyue became even more determined in her decision: she wanted to ask Leng Fangyi if her mother could be discharged from the hospital.
She didn't want her mother to stay here for even a second longer; she could no longer trust the doctors and leaders here.
Even if she becomes a doctor in the future, as a patient's family member at this moment, she can no longer trust these doctors.
There are differences between people, and there are also differences between doctors.
Leng Fang spoke a few simple words to An Jiaren, and An Jiaren looked in her direction.
An Xiaoyue wiped away her tears, smiled happily, not wanting her mother to worry about her.
Leng Fang pressed the cotton with one hand and removed the silver needle with the other, placing it into the bamboo tube.
After removing all the silver needles and verifying their count, he placed the bamboo tube into the bottom drawer of the wooden box.
As soon as the door opened, An Xiaoyue rushed to An Jiaren without even thanking Leng Fangyi.
"Mom~"
She didn't know whether she should ask her mother if she felt better.
Or should I ask Mom if she feels unwell anywhere?
It seems that no matter how you ask her, she's wrong.
She stood there blankly by the bed, at a loss, wanting to hug her but not daring to go forward, afraid of hurting her mother.
An Jiaren saw that her daughter's eyes were red and swollen, and her nose was also red, so she knew that her daughter must have been terrified.
A smile spread across her lips. "It's okay, baby, Mommy's fine."
An Jiaren opened her arms, and only then did An Xiaoyue dare to step forward, supporting herself on the edge of the bed and gently resting her head on An Jiaren's body.
The familiar embrace, the familiar scent—An Xiaoyue's heart, which had been tightly gripped, finally began to beat freely.
An Jiaren gently patted her back and softly comforted her, "Baby, it's okay. Hmm?"
"I'm so scared, Mom," An Xiaoyue said, her eyes welling up with tears again.
"Don't worry, Mommy won't leave you here alone."
As An Jiaren spoke softly and gently, her fear was gradually dispelled by love.
"Mom, I'm going to thank Teaching Assistant Leng."
Upon hearing this, An Jiaren's eyes flickered slightly.
People from the Leng family.
Was that Fang Yi just now?
They have grown so big now.
An Xiaoyue didn't hear her mother's reply, and her heart jumped again.
"Mom, are you really okay? Are you really not feeling unwell anymore?"
An Jiaren touched her cheek. "Really."
An Xiaoyue looked around anxiously, and only believed An Jiaren's words when the electrocardiogram data was normal.
"Mom, I'll be right back."