In the cold ICU, Song Kaichao lay unconscious on the hospital bed, his face ashen, his breath faint, and the cardiac monitor incessantly blared a "beep, beep, beep" alarm.
Led by the nearly middle-aged Chief Physician Lin Chenggang, over a dozen doctors and nurses were making a desperate effort to save him, the atmosphere tense and oppressive.
"Ventricular fibrillation, charge to 100 joules immediately, prepare for defibrillation!"
"Second defibrillation, charge to 200 joules!"
"Third defibrillation, 300 joules..."
But no matter how hard Lin Chenggang tried, he couldn't stop Song Kaichao's vital signs from plummeting.
Song Yan, who burst in with Chen Xiao, watched with a heavy heart and quickly made a decisive statement:
"Director Lin, please take a break. Let Dr. Chen have a try."
As an intern doctor who had only recently graduated from university, Chen Xiao's daily work consisted mostly of writing medical records, and he had never participated in a clinical rescue.
Seeing Song Kaichao on the brink of death, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
But with lives at stake, he hesitated for only a moment before reaching out to feel Song Kaichao's pulse, the wordless golden prescription in his mind whirring rapidly.
In less than half a minute, he had secretly devised a rescue plan and eagerly urged the instrument nurse:
"The patient can still be saved. Quickly prepare a set of silver needles for me."
Seeing that Chen Xiao was only in his early twenties and wearing a security guard uniform, Lin Chenggang, who had paused to catch his breath, was somewhat taken aback:
"Who... who are you?"
A short doctor with shifty eyes recognized Chen Xiao and quickly whispered into Lin Chenggang's ear:
"Director Lin, this is Chen Xiao, the new intern doctor who was recently transferred to the emergency hall as a security guard for harassing female colleagues via mass messages last night."
"Intern doctor?"
Lin Chenggang felt his dignity severely insulted and roared fiercely at Chen Xiao:
"How dare a mere intern doctor enter the ICU to participate in the rescue of a critically ill patient who could die at any moment? Kid, what's your confidence level?"
Facing the aggressive Lin Chenggang, Chen Xiao dared not speak too definitively and replied cautiously:
"About ninety percent."
Lin Chenggang laughed in anger, his face full of disdain as he mocked:
"Heh, the patient's vital signs have basically disappeared. I don't even have a ten percent chance. What makes you so arrogant..."
"Shut up!"
Time was of the essence. Song Yan could no longer stand it and interrupted Lin Chenggang unceremoniously:
"Prepare the silver needles for Dr. Chen immediately!"
Startled by Song Yan's imposing presence, the instrument nurse, without waiting for Lin Chenggang to speak, nervously handed a set of silver needles to Chen Xiao.
"Beep, beep, beep—Beep, beep, beep—"
The cardiac monitor emitted a more urgent alarm. It was a matter of life and death, and there was no time to delay.
Without a word, Chen Xiao took the silver needles and inserted them into the Baihui acupoint on Song Kaichao's head. What he used was a set of life-saving acupuncture techniques recorded in the wordless golden prescription, lost for over a thousand years—
The Life-Creating Acupuncture!
He came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners and had systematically studied acupuncture in college. Now, following the wordless golden prescription in his mind, he moved with practiced ease, as if it were an extension of his own body, appearing like a master acupuncturist.
However, Lin Chenggang was terrified, his face filled with horror as he stopped him:
"Ah! Stop! The Baihui acupoint is one of the body's vital points. You must not acupuncture it rashly..."
Before he could finish speaking, the cardiac monitor suddenly stopped alarming. The oppressive ICU fell into a deathly silence.
Chen Xiao had clearly not expected the Life-Creating Acupuncture to be so miraculous. He took a deep breath, suppressing his pounding heart, and in one go, inserted the second silver needle into the Shenting acupoint at Song Kaichao's hairline.
The cardiac monitor immediately displayed Song Kaichao's vital signs returning to normal at a visibly eerie speed.
"This... this this... this this this..."
Lin Chenggang's mind completely froze, his jaw almost dropping to the floor in disbelief as he exclaimed:
"What's going on? Could the cardiac monitor be malfunctioning?"
Song Yan also clearly suspected the cardiac monitor, and said sternly:
"What are you babbling about? Arrange for someone to inspect it immediately!"