dognovel Chapter 72 Thank you for the invitation: Learning from the Barefoot Doctor
Chapter 72 Thank you for the invitation: Learning from the Barefoot Doctor
"here."
A sleepy woman's voice drifted lazily from outside the door.
Qin Zhou yielded.
"Dad, this is Miss Song."
Everyone in the living room turned to look at it.
The woman looked too young, wearing a loose T-shirt and trousers; at first glance, one might mistake her for a college student who hadn't yet graduated.
Qin Guodong frowned imperceptibly.
He was about to speak.
A sneer rang out.
"Brother, are you kidding me? Do you think my dad and uncle are too old to use the internet?"
The young man with dyed red hair looked down at Song Nanxi with a nonchalant air, his contempt evident in his words.
"Isn't this that minor celebrity from the internet? Her name is Song Nanxi, right?"
The room fell silent after he said that.
Many people looked grim.
"Big brother, Xiaozhou is still acting recklessly at a time like this!"
"Yes! Who has ever seen such a young doctor?!"
Instead of immediately attacking Qin Zhou, they questioned Qin Guodong.
Qin Guodong's sharp gaze swept over Song Nanxi.
Seeing that the other party looked calm and didn't take the room full of people in military uniforms seriously at all.
I don't know if it was youthful arrogance or if he really had some skills.
"Shut up, all of you! Xiaozhou was raised by the old man; he's not someone who doesn't know his place."
Qin Guodong raised his hand, directly stopping everyone from speaking.
He asked in a deep voice, "Qin Zhou, explain yourself."
Qin Zhou couldn't possibly say that he impulsively went to find Song Nanxi just because he saw a clip online, could he?
He stood ramrod straight.
He raised his voice and said, "I have done my research. Miss Song knows acupuncture. Mr. Zhong also said that if acupuncture is used as an adjunct to Grandpa's illness, it might be able to be controlled."
Qin Guodong narrowed his eyes.
"May I ask who Miss Song's teacher is?"
"He's not a famous teacher, just a barefoot doctor from the countryside," Song Nanxi said casually.
"cut!"
Qin Yao grabbed a handful of red hair and chuckled:
"Dude, are you crazy? You've been fooled by this minor celebrity. I have to say, these days, minor celebrities will stop at nothing to get ahead."
He strolled up to Song Nanxi and looked down at her with an air of superiority.
"You dare to try and fool the Qin family? Do you even know where this place is?!"
Qin Yao's tone was icy as he reached out to pinch Song Nanxi's chin.
Song Nanxi's lips curled slightly, but a chill appeared in her eyes.
"Try touching me."
Qin Yao chuckled, "Are you some kind of golden nugget that can't be touched? I'm going to—"
Suddenly, Qi Yu, who was behind Song Nanxi, grabbed Qin Yao's wrist and shoved him away.
He shielded Song Nanxi behind him.
"Qin Yao!"
Grass!
Qin Zhou cursed under his breath and grabbed Qin Yao.
"What the hell are you doing? You think I won't beat you to death?!"
"Brother, I think you're the one who's gone crazy."
Qin Yao pointed at Song Nanxi with his chin, "You learned medicine from a barefoot doctor? Good heavens... what era is this? Barefoot doctors?"
"Ms. Song, I'm sorry..."
"If apologies are enough, what's the point of having police? Qin Zhou, just give me a straight answer: where is the patient? Is this illness going to be treated or not?"
If it weren't for some respect for that person, Song Nanxi would have turned around and left without saying a word.
"Can you take responsibility if you cause problems after treating it?" Qin Yao mocked.
"Qin Yao! Shut up!"
Qin Zhou grabbed Qin Yao by the collar and threw him onto the sofa like a chick.
He said to Song Nanxi, "Miss Song, please wait a moment. I invited you back because I trust you."
As he spoke, he took out a video he had prepared beforehand and handed it to Qin Guodong.
"Dad, Uncle, look at this."
The video begins with Zhou Man collapsing to the ground after being stabbed, blood gushing out continuously. Soon, a familiar figure appears...
It is Song Nanxi.
She knelt beside Zhou Man and began administering acupuncture. The environment was chaotic, but her hands remained remarkably steady.
Gradually, the bleeding stopped.
Qin Zhou took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "I know there's an element of gambling in what I'm doing, but I asked Elder Zhong, and even he couldn't do it—"
Clearly, this Mr. Zhong holds a special place in the hearts of this group of people.
When they brought up Elder Zhong, their expressions softened.
Qi Yu, however, did not want Song Nanxi to stay here.
His calm was shattered, and he became unusually angry.
Why do these people look down on Song Nanxi?
Qin Zhou begged her to come!
He asked, "Do I really have to stay?"
Actually, Qi Yu wanted to say: Let's go back.
"Then let's go."
Song Nanxi only gave them one chance.
Since we can't come up with a plan, let's just give up.
She said directly, "Since you don't trust me, there's nothing more to say. Goodbye."
"Wait, Miss Song—"
After all that trouble, Qin Zhou gritted his teeth and strode after him, saying, "Miss Song, could you please take my grandfather's pulse first?"
"What's the point of diagnosing this? I think Yao is right. Is this little celebrity reliable or not?"
"Actually, I think it wouldn't hurt to let her give it a try; we might as well try anything..."
"What do you mean! Or are you saying the old man is a dead horse!"
They started arguing back and forth, and it looked like they were about to start fighting.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a loud bang came from upstairs.
Immediately afterwards, the caregiver rushed out.
Standing upstairs, someone shouted, "Something terrible has happened! The old man has had another attack!"
Qin Guodong and the others' expressions changed drastically. "Quickly notify Elder Zhong! Call the doctor!"
Song Nanxi lifted her eyelids slightly, remaining silent.
"Miss Song—"
Qin Zhou lowered his voice, "Just take a look. I was careless at first. I didn't expect so many people to come today."
Actually, from the Qin family's perspective, their distrust of Song Nanxi is perfectly understandable.
But the problem is, Song Nanxi is the one who is suspected, and that would be a big problem!
"beg me."
"What?" Qin Zhou thought he had misheard.
Song Nanxi said, "Please let me go up and take a look."
Qin Zhou was stunned, while Ji Yong clenched his fists tightly.
A moment later, he immediately bent down.
He said with utmost sincerity, "Miss Song, I beg you."
"Tsk, you're quite the opportunist. What if I can't cure you?"
Song Nanxi said with a half-smile, "I'm going upstairs."
Inside the room, the old man was lying on the bed, convulsing.
This is clearly a sign of a stroke.
Qin Guodong held down the old man's body and stuffed two fingers into the old man's mouth, even biting them until they bled.
The old man's face was ashen and his body was swollen.
Song Nanxi frowned and strode inside.
"Move aside, let me see."
She took the old man's hand to check his pulse, her brows furrowing even more.
According to current medical standards, the elderly man's health is critically ill.
A whole host of complications.
If we compare a person to a machine, then all the internal parts of this machine have aged.
If you have a serious illness, the hospital may not even be willing to admit you.
Given this physical condition, there's a high probability he won't even make it off the operating table.
"Qi Yu, give me the silver needles."
Song Nanxi instructed Qin Zhou to prepare alcohol, fire, and other tools.
"No..." Qin Yao was anxious, seeing that his elders were not speaking.
He asked, "Are you really going to let her give Grandpa acupuncture? What if she makes a mistake—"