Stunning Check-in: A Carefree Life Begins in the Countryside

"How is it?"

Upon seeing Old Zheng emerge, the young man in military uniform quickly stepped forward and inquired.

Old Zheng shook his head, his expression grave, and said, "It has been preliminarily determined to be an acute myocardial infarction, but this is a commune, and we don't have the necessary equipment or medication."

"It must be sent to the county immediately."

"What?"

The two young men in military uniforms paled. "Quickly arrange for someone to come with us!"

As they were about to rush into the emergency room to carry the person, a voice suddenly rang out.

"It's too late."

"This person's condition is too critical; he is on the verge of death. This place is too far from the county, and it's too late to send him there now."

"Professor Zheng, as the ones treating patients, you should be very clear about this."

The two young men in military uniforms froze, turning stiffly to look at Old Zheng.

Old Zheng's face was solemn. "The commune doesn't have the resources. Staying here will only mean waiting to die. Sending us to the county might give us a glimmer of hope."

"Mr. Zheng, are you sure?"

Xia An stared at him, as if she could see right through him.

"If I'm not mistaken, he's nearly dead; he probably won't even leave the hospital..."

"What did you say?"

A young man in military uniform stepped forward and grabbed Xia An by the collar. "You're not even a doctor. Who gave you permission to spout nonsense here?"

Xia An frowned, and another young man quickly pulled his companion away.

"Calm down!"

He shouted a rebuke, then looked at Xia An.

"Comrade, I'm sorry, my companion is a bit anxious. Please forgive him."

Xia An shook his head.

The young man in military uniform smiled and nodded, then looked at Old Zheng with a serious expression.

"Old Zheng, right? Tell me the truth, how is Comrade Wei doing?"

Old Zheng sighed, "We either need to prepare for his funeral or send him to the county, but as he said, it could happen at any time... I'm afraid..."

"What?"

The two young men in military uniforms turned pale. "We're doomed, what do we do?"

At that moment, a thought suddenly struck them, and their gazes turned to Xia An simultaneously.

"Comrade, you have a way, don't you?"

Looking into their expectant eyes, Xia An felt as if she had seen a ray of light in the darkness of despair.

He shook his head, his expression grave. "When I first met him, I was 70% confident; now I'm only 50%. It's up to you to choose."

Upon hearing this, the two hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Wang Jianbin simultaneously.

Wang Jianbin understood and quickly said, "He is a barefoot doctor from Anping Village. We don't know his specific medical skills."

Old Zheng recalled the conversation just now, and his expression changed slightly. Xia An had never taken a patient's pulse before, so how could he know the patient's condition?

Could it be that they diagnosed his illness with just a quick glance?

Thinking of this, he added:

"Perhaps his medical skills surpass mine!"

Upon hearing this, the two young men in military uniforms exchanged a glance, their eyes brightening slightly, and they quickly replied:

"save!"

"We must save them!"

Between a sliver of hope and a 50% chance, even a ghost would know which to choose.

Or rather, they had no choice!

Xia An didn't hesitate any longer and turned to walk into the emergency room, but was stopped by Old Zheng.

"Young man, are you sure? You're still young, what if something happens..."

Xia An said solemnly, "Elder Zheng, if there were still hope of success if we sent them to the county, I wouldn't have insisted on intervening. But we have no other choice."

"That's a human life!"

Old Zheng's expression changed, and he quickly said, "Just tell me what you need me to do."

"Get out, everyone, don't bother me!"

Xia An said something, quickly walked into the emergency room, and went to the operating table.

Looking at the young man before him, he took his pulse while secretly smiling to himself.

Saving lives was real, but wanting to gain a favor from a powerful figure was equally real.

He only came in because he was confident; otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten involved in this mess.

"There's still time!"

His eyes lit up slightly, and he picked up the scissors beside him, quickly cutting off the boy's clothes.

"Old Zheng?"

Seeing Xia An's actions, Dr. Sun looked at Old Zheng with a questioning gaze.

Xia An had met him earlier and knew a little about him.

Perhaps he has some medical skills, but he is young after all. How high can his medical skills go?

If he is treated for acute myocardial infarction like this, what if he dies in the hospital?

Old Zheng shook his head slightly, looked at Xia An, and asked, "Comrade Xia, are you sure you don't need our help?"

Xia An shook her head. "Let's go out. I need an absolutely quiet environment. Please don't make any noise outside."

"good!"

Without hesitation, Old Zheng pulled Dr. Sun outside.

Many veteran Chinese medicine practitioners emphasize the importance of passing down knowledge and traditions. He thought that Xia An sent people out because he didn't want them to steal his teachings.

Seeing the two leave, Xia An pried open Wei Shang'an's mouth and poured in three drops of spiritual spring water.

The spring water has miraculous effects; it can help him keep the patient alive and assist in his treatment.

It's even possible that acupuncture will become an auxiliary treatment.

If acupuncture alone only offered a 50% chance of success, now it's 90%.

Xia An smiled slightly and took out the specially made silver needles that were a system reward from her bosom...

First aid outdoors.

Secretary Han led four commune cadres and walked over quickly.

"Mr. Zheng, how is the situation?"

Secretary Han asked a question, but then sensed something was amiss and frowned, saying:

"What are you doing outside?"

Old Zheng was secretly surprised. The commune's chief and deputy secretary, chief and deputy commune leaders, and health assistant had all come. It seemed that it really was Old Wei.

He quickly said:

"Secretary Han, the patient has suffered an acute myocardial infarction, and his condition is extremely critical, but the commune hospital lacks the necessary medical equipment and medications."

"Then why aren't you sending it to the county immediately?" a middle-aged man next to Secretary Han shouted angrily.

"What are you all still standing here for? Are you waiting for Comrade Wei to get into trouble?"

Secretary Han waved his hand, "Vice President Zhang, don't be in a hurry, listen to him."

His expression was equally grave, but he sensed that things might not be so simple.

Upon hearing this, Vice President Zhang hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped himself.

How could he not be anxious?

He's in charge of sanitation. If someone gets into trouble while he's here, will they be able to recover?

But since Secretary Han had spoken, he had no choice but to hold back, no matter how anxious he was.

"Mr. Zheng, please continue!"

Secretary Han began to speak.

Old Zheng nodded. "Secretary, the situation just now was like this..."

He then briefly explained the patient's condition and the conversation that had just taken place.

"Secretary, this is the current situation. Comrade Xia An is the one who is rescuing people inside."

"Xia An?"

Vice President Zhang glanced at the health assistant behind him. "Assistant Wei, did you register this barefoot doctor? What's his status?"

Assistant Wei frowned; the name Xia An sounded somewhat familiar.

From Anpingtun?

By the way, it's the person Xie Weiguo, the Party Secretary of Anping Village, reported yesterday.

"Vice-director, Xia An is one of the educated youth who came in this batch. They say he has excellent medical skills."

"Anping Village just submitted its application yesterday, saying they wanted to build a health clinic, and I approved it."

Upon hearing this, Secretary Han and the other three frowned, their expressions turning grim.

"A sent-down youth?"

Vice President Zhang, his face flushed with anger, glared at Elder Zheng and the other two, and said angrily:

"What are you all thinking? He's just a young educated youth sent to the countryside; how dare you let him run wild?"

This time, Secretary Han remained silent.

Which of the educated youth wasn't young? How could they possibly have any amazing medical skills? Isn't this just nonsense?

The men looked rather grim, as if they had already anticipated the impending storm.

Old Zheng gave a wry smile and was about to explain when he saw Assistant Wei step forward, looking hesitant.