Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 940 - 941: My Students Can Do It

Chapter 940: Chapter 941: My Students Can Do It

Song Xiaodong, amidst the chaos, checked the patient’s pulse briefly and then leaned close to Lu Yaobing’s ear, speaking softly, "Go treat the patient."

"Me?" Lu Yaobing’s eyes widened in shock, her voice rising, although no one around her seemed to notice amidst the commotion.

"That’s right. On the patient’s right chest..." Song Xiaodong whispered three acupoints near Lu Yaobing’s ear, "After you insert the needles, channel your True Qi through them into the patient’s body. Gradually, let it flow in—that will work."

"Can I really do it?" Lu Yaobing looked hesitant and full of doubt.

Song Xiaodong nodded affirmatively and said, "You absolutely can. The patient’s symptoms aren’t severe; treating them now shouldn’t be a problem. If you wait any longer, it might be beyond saving. What’s wrong? Don’t trust your teacher?"

Lu Yaobing bit her lip, nodded resolutely, and said firmly, "Fine, I’ll go. But if..."

Song Xiaodong encouraged her, saying, "There’s no ’if.’ As long as you follow my instructions, everything will be fine. I’ll guide you through inserting the needles—just don’t miss the acupoints."

"Alright, I can identify these acupoints clearly." Lu Yaobing clenched her fist tightly and then loudly declared, "I can do this."

"You?" Everyone nearby turned their attention toward Lu Yaobing, momentarily startling her. But Song Xiaodong’s calm gaze bolstered her courage, prompting her to say loudly, "Yes, I can do it."

Before anyone could respond, Professor Wang Qing’s eyes narrowed sharply as he barked, "What nonsense! Absolutely not!"

Lu Yaobing immediately insisted, "Professor Wang, I truly can treat him, and I’ll be using Traditional Chinese Medicine methods."

Wu Xianyuan, upon hearing this, chuckled and said, "Well, Professor Wang, your Traditional Chinese Medicine College truly has some talents. Someone actually claims to be able to treat a heart attack with Traditional Chinese Medicine."

Professor Wang Qing’s expression grew even darker. "What’s your name? As a doctor, the key is being able to assess your own abilities. Treat conditions you’re confident about—not those you don’t fully understand. Otherwise, not only will you fail to heal the patient, but you could easily make things worse!"

Although Lu Yaobing felt uneasy, the encouraging gaze from Song Xiaodong steadied her. She clenched her fist again and said, "Professor Wang, while Traditional Chinese Medicine may not have good solutions for acute conditions like heart attacks through medication, acupuncture can still be effective."

"Are you in the acupuncture class?" Professor Wang Qing questioned.

"Yes," Lu Yaobing replied.

"You’ve only studied acupuncture for what—a couple of years? And you dare claim to treat a heart attack? Step aside immediately; this is absurd!" Professor Wang’s face turned increasingly unsightly. As a Traditional Chinese Medicine professor, he had an excellent grasp of acupuncture techniques, but even he wouldn’t dare claim his skills were adequate for treating a heart attack—let alone a student who had only studied for two years.

"Professor Wang, I truly can treat him," Lu Yaobing said urgently.

Wu Xianyuan laughed out loud at this point and remarked, "Professor Wang, why not let your Traditional Chinese Medicine College’s top student give it a try? It’d be an opportunity for us to witness the strength of your Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital."

Professor Wang Qing did not let the taunt affect him; his face remained stern as he said, "Absolutely not! This is a matter of life and death; it’s no time for recklessness. I won’t allow Lu Yaobing to act on impulse."

Realizing Professor Wang Qing’s firm stance, Lu Yaobing turned pleading eyes toward Song Xiaodong.

Song Xiaodong then said, "Professor Wang, Lu Yaobing is my student. Based on her abilities, I believe she can heal the patient."

Professor Wang Qing’s face darkened even further as he retorted, "I don’t understand how you became an instructor for the acupuncture class, but a heart attack isn’t something to be treated casually. While acupuncture may offer some efficacy, it absolutely doesn’t reach this level of treatment ability."

Smiling faintly, Song Xiaodong replied, "Professor Wang, that’s because your understanding of acupuncture is limited. A true acupuncture expert wouldn’t struggle with a minor heart attack; even someone like Lu Yaobing, a student, is more than capable. As a professor of Traditional Chinese Medicine College myself, I’m willing to take full responsibility."

He then pulled out his credentials issued by the college.

"You’re a professor too?" Wu Xianyuan glanced at the title on the document, furrowing his brows slightly. "This seems a bit far-fetched. It looks like your Traditional Chinese Medicine College is short on staff, promoting someone this young to professor."

Professor Wang Qing’s face turned even grimmer, while Song Xiaodong remarked calmly, "Since I’m a professor, I bear the qualifications and responsibility. Go ahead, Lu Yaobing—treat the patient. If you fail, I’ll take full accountability, whether it’s with the patient’s family or with the school."

Faced with such decisiveness, Professor Wang Qing hesitated to stop them. He asked in a grave voice, "Are you certain you can cure him?"

Song Xiaodong smiled faintly and said, "Of course. Professor Wang, while I may not surpass you in prescribing medication, I do have confidence in my acupuncture skills."

Wu Xianyuan curled his lip, saying, "Well, get on with it. We’ve already prepared for resuscitation—won’t take long to stabilize the patient. Even with slight delays, his life will likely not be at risk. Meanwhile, your Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital has conveniently delivered itself for embarrassment—not a bad deal."

Song Xiaodong signaled Lu Yaobing with a nod.

At that moment, Lu Yaobing felt warm inside; Song Xiaodong was willing to assume such a massive responsibility just to give her a chance to perform acupuncture. No other teacher at the college would ever do this—it was something only someone like Song Xiaodong, her mentor, would undertake.

A mentor, a master—truly akin to a father’s selfless responsibility.

Lu Yaobing approached the patient, directly exposing his chest. Song Xiaodong stood beside her and instructed, "Don’t be nervous, first confirm the acupoints, then shift slightly to the right... yes, that’s it. Insert the needle now."

When inserting the first needle, Lu Yaobing couldn’t help but feel extreme anxiety, particularly since it was near the heart. Although she was in the acupuncture class, they had rarely practiced actual needlework, and only on minor hand acupoints—never such critical ones.

"Good. Let go, now the second needle." Song Xiaodong guided her steadily.

With the second needle, Lu Yaobing relaxed slightly, her accuracy improving. By the time she inserted the third needle, everything aligned perfectly.

"Alright, begin," Song Xiaodong said, nodding once again.

Lu Yaobing understood what Song Xiaodong meant. She took a deep breath and, using her right thumb and index finger, gripped the end of one silver needle and started to transfer her faint True Qi into it.