After being separated from my family, I became a darling of the military region thanks to my medical

At this moment, the crowd parted, and two young men helped a young man covered in sweat to come forward. The young man was in his early twenties, his face was deathly pale, and his right arm was hanging limply at his side in an extremely twisted position, with the sleeve rolled up high. His elbow was swollen like a steamed bun, covered in bruises.

"Dr. Ye, help!" The young man supporting him cried out urgently. "We were unloading goods when we ran into those thugs who collect protection money. A-Qiang was hit on the arm with an iron bar by those beasts while protecting the boss's goods. We don't have money to go to the hospital, and if we go, they'll call the police and arrest us for working illegally."

Ye Zhen looked up at the young man named A-Qiang.

She stood up, walked around the examination table, and went to Ah Qiang.

Without a word, Ye Zhen pressed her fingers directly onto A-Qiang's swollen elbow joint. Her fingertips moved quickly, tracing an inch along the skin.

"Ouch!" Ah-Qiang gasped in pain, shrinking back.

Gu Zheng reached out a hand from behind and pressed down on A-Qiang's left shoulder, pinning him to the spot. "Don't move, just bear with it."

Ye Zhen withdrew her hand, her voice calm: "Radial head subluxation, accompanied by a fracture of the olecranon bone of the ulna. A bone fragment is stuck in the joint cavity."

The old Chinese medicine doctor, listening nearby, gasped in shock. Such a severe, complex injury, diagnosed entirely by touch without an X-ray machine? Just how abnormally familiar must one be with the human skeletal structure?

"Dr. Ye, this...this needs surgery, right?" A-Qiang's friend was in despair.

"Need not."

Ye Zhen stretched out her hands again, her left hand grasping the lower part of A-Qiang's upper arm, and her right hand supporting his wrist.

She slightly raised her eyes, looked at Ah Qiang's deathly pale face, and suddenly asked, "You just said your boss was robbed of how much money?"

Ah Qiang was stunned for a moment, "Huh? No, I didn't manage to grab it, I was blocking it..."

In that tiny fraction of a second when Ah-Qiang was distracted...

Ye Zhen pulled her right hand down sharply, while simultaneously twisting her wrist inward rapidly, and her thumb precisely pushed against the outside of A-Qiang's elbow joint.

"Click!"

A crisp, piercing sound of bones grinding together rang out on the street.

The entire movement was as fast as lightning and as fluid as water. It took less than a second, and the onlookers didn't even see how Ye Zhen exerted her strength.

Ah Qiang felt a numbness in his arm, and then, miraculously, most of the excruciating, bone-scraping pain disappeared.

Ye Zhen released her grip and sat back down behind the table.

"Let's try some exercise."

Ah Qiang stared blankly at his right arm. He tentatively bent his elbow.

It can move now!

My arm, which was just a moment ago in excruciating pain and completely unresponsive, can now bend and extend freely. Apart from some numbness, the dislocated area has been perfectly repositioned.

"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!" A-Qiang's friend jumped up excitedly, shouting incoherently, "My goodness! A surgery that would cost a thousand dollars in an American hospital, and you cured it in a flash!"

The surrounding crowd erupted in uproar.

If everyone admired the prescription he gave earlier, this manual bone setting technique completely stunned everyone.

"If Bian Que were alive today!"

"Hua Tuo has descended to earth! We Chinese have our own living deities!"

The cheers were deafening.

Ah Qiang knelt down with a thud and kowtowed deeply to Ye Zhen, "Thank you, Bodhisattva Ye! Thank you, Bodhisattva Ye!"

Xu Wenqiang and Officer Li quickly pulled the man up.

As dusk fell, the neon signs in Chinatown gradually lit up.

Ye Zhen shook her slightly sore wrist. She had indeed reached her physical limit today.

A pang of heartache welled up in Gu Zheng's eyes. He addressed the crowd in a deep voice, "That's enough for today. Dr. Ye needs to rest."

The soldier's aura was fully unleashed, and the surrounding crowd immediately quieted down, spontaneously taking two steps back, afraid of truly exhausting their great benefactor.

Just as the two turned to leave.

A sudden, violent commotion arose from the back of the crowd.

Several bricklayers covered in cement dust carried a bloodied man in through a rotten wooden plank.

"Make way! Make way, everyone!"

"Old Zhang fell off the scaffolding!"

The bricklayer carrying the man was covered in sweat.

The crowd quickly made way for them.

The wooden planks were placed heavily on the open ground under the archway.

The man lying on it was probably in his forties.

His face was deathly pale, and he was gasping for breath with his mouth wide open.

His clothes were soaked in blood, and a section of his right rib was visibly caved in.

The lead bricklayer was so anxious he kept stamping his feet.

"The scaffolding just collapsed, and a steel pipe hit him in the chest."

"Our boss refused to call an ambulance, saying that if we were sent to the hospital, he would deduct our entire team's wages."

"We heard the miracle doctor was here, so we quickly brought him over."

Ye Zhen immediately stood up.

He walked quickly to the wooden plank.

Gu Zheng followed closely behind, creating a safe space for treatment around them.

Ye Zhen squatted on the ground.

With a swift motion, the knife ripped open the wounded man's torn clothes.

The right side of the chest wall exhibited a strange, abnormal breathing movement.

It concaves when inhaling and bulges out when exhaling.

This is a typical flail chest.

Multiple rib fractures led to chest wall softening.

Even more deadly is...

The injured person's trachea has clearly shifted to the left.

A huge air sac bulged on the right side of his neck.

Subcutaneous emphysema.

Ye Zhen quickly pressed her right hand against the injured person's right chest.

A sensation similar to holding snow came from my fingertips.

A large amount of gas has leaked into the subcutaneous tissue.

She bent her middle finger and forcefully tapped the injured person's right chest wall.

A crisp "thump-thump" sound rang out.

Extremely high-pitched drum sound.

Tension pneumothorax.

Ye Zhen immediately made a diagnosis.

The broken rib pierced the lung tissue.

A one-way valve was formed in the pleural cavity.

Each time you inhale, air enters your chest cavity but cannot be expelled.

The pressure inside the chest cavity is increasing, squeezing the heart and the healthy lung to the point of collapse.

"He's about to suffocate!" someone nearby exclaimed.

The injured person's face had turned a horribly purplish-black color.

There is a lot of air intake, but no air exhaust.

Due to hypoxia and obstructed venous return, blood pressure is dropping rapidly.

In such acute and severe cases, if the pressure is not relieved immediately by releasing gas, the patient will not survive for more than five minutes.

There is no operating room, no closed chest drainage bottle, and not even a sterile scalpel.

Cold sweat broke out on Xu Wenqiang's forehead.

"Dr. Ye, why don't we flag down a car and take him to the hospital right away?"

"It's too late."

Ye Zhen suddenly turned her head to look at the old shopkeeper.

"Do you have the thickest syringe needles in the shop?"

The old shopkeeper frantically rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a large needle used for injecting livestock.

The packaging wasn't even opened.

Ye Zhen grabbed the needle.

There wasn't time for thorough disinfection.

She reached out and located the injured person's right clavicle midline in the second intercostal space.

This is the highest point where free gas accumulates in the pleural cavity.

He gripped the large needle in his right hand.

Steady, accurate, and ruthless.

With a muffled "plop".

A thick needle was inserted vertically into the patient's chest cavity.

moment.

A strong stream of air gushed out from the needle hole.

It makes a hissing sound similar to a tire deflating.

High-pressure gas was sprayed onto Ye Zhen's hand.

As the gas is rapidly expelled.

The injured man's prominent right ribcage visibly deflated.

The trachea, which had been deviating to the left, gradually returned to its normal position.

His previously bluish-purple complexion began to regain its vitality.

The injured man took a deep breath and began to cough violently.

The person came back to life.

The surrounding laborers gasped in surprise.

A needle.

They pulled a person who was about to suffocate back from the brink of death on the roadside.

This completely overturned their understanding of medical treatment.

The exhaust is still continuing.

Because there is no one-way valve.

If the needle hole is not sealed, outside air will rush in when the patient inhales.

Ye Zhen moved extremely quickly.

"Give me a thin plastic bag!"

An older woman buying groceries nearby quickly handed him a transparent plastic bag for vegetables.

Ye Zhen tore off a small piece of plastic film.

Cover the end of the thick needle.

Then, use a strip of cloth to loosely tie the edge of the plastic film to the needle base.

A simple one-way valve was made.

When the injured person exhales, the pressure in the chest cavity pushes open the membrane, allowing the air to escape.

When the injured person inhales, the membrane is adhered to the needle hole, preventing outside air from entering.

It was rudimentary, but perfectly aligned with the principles of fluid mechanics.

Several bricklayers knelt down before Ye Zhen with a thud.

"A living Buddha! A living Buddha!"

Ye Zhen shook the dust off her hands.

He stood up and looked at the bricklayers.

"This is just emergency treatment."

"His lung has ruptured, and he must go to a proper hospital for closed chest drainage and internal fixation of the ribs."