Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 124: Rescue

Chapter 124: Chapter 124: Rescue

Zheng Shuhang made this suggestion with his own calculations in mind. A medical student just out of university would have practically no real clinical experience, and coming over now would surely result in him being flustered, at the very least exposing his ineptitude and making Miao Qingqing look down on him.

The second thought was that President Cui had come to discuss a partnership with Miao Qingqing, but he didn’t actually want their companies to collaborate since it wouldn’t truly benefit his own company. He was here because he wanted to pursue Miao Qingqing, and if Song Xiaodong failed to cure President Cui, or worse, killed him, then Miao Qingqing’s family company was bound to run into trouble. That would give him an even greater chance to get close to Miao Qingqing and also sabotage the collaboration, making it a perfectly good idea that could kill two birds with one stone.

Miao Qingqing quickly said, "Yes, yes, I’ll get him here right away." With that, she took out her phone and hurriedly called Song Xiaodong, feeling relieved that she had his number, otherwise, things would be awkward now, and it might even cost a life.

Seeing Miao Qingqing after making the call, seemingly a bit more relaxed, Zheng Shuhang couldn’t help feeling puzzled. Could it be that Song Xiaodong’s medical skill was really that formidable? But he immediately discarded this thought. If someone was truly good at medicine, how could they not yet have a job at a hospital? Surely it meant that their qualifications were just average, and they still hadn’t found a suitable hospital.

It wasn’t two minutes before Song Xiaodong arrived in the private room, and Miao Qingqing hurried forward to greet him, quickly explaining the situation.

Song Xiaodong nodded and walked over to kneel on the ground to check on President Cui’s condition.

At this moment, Zheng Shuhang said, "Qingqing, is he up to it? After all, he’s not yet a certified doctor. The situation is unclear, and we don’t even know what’s wrong with President Cui. We shouldn’t make things worse."

"What? He’s not a certified doctor?" Sitting on her knees next to President Cui was his secretary and lover, who immediately shouted upon hearing Zheng Shuhang’s words.

Zheng Shuhang nodded and said, "Yeah, he just graduated from Medical University, and it’s uncertain if he can handle this situation."

He spoke casually as if stating a very ordinary fact, but to President Cui’s ears, it was undeniably significant, and he anxiously said, "How can that be okay? What if he can’t handle it and endangers President Cui’s life?"

Miao Qingqing frowned, her impression of Zheng Shuhang was neither good nor bad, but his comments at this moment clearly showed him to be small-minded, especially considering the critical nature of the situation. The fact that he could make such remarks made Miao Qingqing dislike him even more.

Miao Qingqing had only requested Song Xiaodong to treat a wound once before, which was just a cut on her leg. But afterwards, not even a scar was left behind, and that’s how she knew that Song Xiaodong was skilled. Later on, through Miao Xuanxuan’s words, she learned that Song Xiaodong could even cure a ruptured spleen, to the astonishment of the doctors, which is why she now had considerable confidence in Song Xiaodong’s medical skills. She told President Cui’s secretary, "Don’t worry, Xiaodong is definitely a very skilled doctor."

"But...didn’t he just graduate?" the secretary asked, looking at Song Xiaodong with doubt.

Miao Qingqing said, "That’s just President Zheng’s conjecture. In reality, Xiaodong has had several years of clinical experience abroad. It’s just that he hasn’t yet decided which hospital he wants to work at in the country," glancing at Zheng Shuhang as she spoke.

Zheng Shuhang’s expression immediately turned awkward. He had instinctively judged Song Xiaodong based on his youth and the domestic situation and had jumped to conclusions. Now it seemed he had been too hasty, especially since he could read a trace of annoyance in Miao Qingqing’s eyes.

"Are you going to treat him or not? If more than three minutes pass, there will be no saving him," said Song Xiaodong indifferently.

"Treat him, treat him!" the secretary said, frightened by the urgency. Three minutes was simply not enough time to wait for an ambulance. At this moment, even if Song Xiaodong was not a prestigious doctor but someone who merely knew basic life-saving knowledge, he would still be needed to save a life.

"Then everyone move aside and don’t get in the way," Song Xiaodong said impatiently with a wave of his hand. He then proceeded to rip open President Cui’s shirt, exposing his chest, and suddenly, he had two silver needles in hand and pierced them straight into President Cui’s chest.

Two of the more timid women immediately screamed out loud. Those silver needles were as long as middle fingers, and the sight of them plunging into the area of the heart was startling and hair-raising.

"You’re using needles?" Zheng Shuhang’s face turned pale as he anxiously said, "That’s the heart! If you stab him with that needle, won’t that kill him?"

By that time, Song Xiaodong was fully focused on saving a life and completely ignored Zheng Shuhang.

Zheng Shuhang quickly turned to Miao Qingqing, his eyes wide as he said, "Qingqing, didn’t you say he has always been abroad? Do they use needles there too? This looks like acupuncture from Traditional Chinese Medicine, can... can this really work?"

"Yeah? President Miao, can this really work? He’s going to kill President Cui ... That ... that..." At this point, it wasn’t just others who were skeptical; even an assistant that Miao Qingqing had brought herself had turned pale with fear.

Miao Qingqing herself was frightened; her lips moved as she stutteringly said, "It should ... it should work, right?"

"It should ... listen, Qingqing, is this something you can guess? This is a matter of life and death! Even if your relationship with him is special, you can’t be so careless. Ah! I just don’t understand how you could trust a Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner ... and even choose him as your boyfriend. Don’t you know that among those who practice Chinese medicine these days, nine out of ten are charlatans?"

Miao Qingqing’s mouth twitched, but seeing Song Xiaodong’s calm demeanor as he took out another two silver needles and inserted them, she suddenly felt an overwhelming confidence and nodded vigorously, saying, "Since Xiaodong has taken action, I believe that you will definitely be able to save President Cui. You don’t need to worry about this."

"President Miao, isn’t this a bit too blind?" Zheng Shuhang furrowed his brows.

Miao Qingqing took a deep breath and said, "Just wait a bit, I believe that if Xiaodong didn’t have the confidence, he wouldn’t have taken action."

"Ah ..." Just then, President Cui, who was lying on the ground, moaned and then opened his eyes.

Everyone immediately crowded around, with peculiar looks in their eyes as they glanced at President Cui.

At that moment, Song Xiaodong pulled out the needles and found a bottle of white liquor to clean them, saying, "It’s all right now; there’s nothing to worry about. He had a heart attack. He should drink less in the future."

President Cui, with the help of his secretary, stood up. The secretary briefly recounted to him how Song Xiaodong had saved him, and though still a bit weakened, President Cui was otherwise unharmed and quickly said to Song Xiaodong, "Sir, if it weren’t for your help this time, I might be seeing the King of Hell by now. I, Cui Enshi, will never forget this great kindness that saved my life!"

Song Xiaodong waved his hand and said, "I saved you for Qingqing’s sake. If you want to show gratitude, go find Qingqing. I have something else I need to do, so I’ll be leaving now." Without paying any more attention to the crowd, he walked straight out.