Ye Chen was wandering on the street with a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth.
Just as he was thinking about what to eat tonight, an old man selling roasted sweet potatoes on the street suddenly fell to the ground, clutching his chest.
"Grandpa, grandpa, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me..."
A girl next to the old man cried. The girl was sweet-looking and tall, but her face was green and she looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old.
Many people heard the noise and gathered around, but no one extended a helping hand.
Ye Chen was also attracted. When he took a closer look, his expression suddenly changed.
With his medical skills, he could naturally tell that the old man suffered from heat stroke, and it was very serious.
If left unchecked, it is very likely to turn into heat stroke, which is life-threatening.
"Everyone, spread out, this old man has heat stroke." Ye Chen shouted loudly.
However, none of the onlookers paid any attention to him.
Hearing his shouting, some people didn't even look at him.
Ye Chen was a little depressed, but he did not give up. Instead, he continued in a different way: "Don't be stuck here. The air is not circulating. Do you want to murder this old man?"
This time, he learned a lesson and picked up a hat. If anyone was disobedient, he would put it on someone, and the crowd dispersed a little.
Ye Chen walked over, knelt down and took the old man's pulse.
"Brother, are you a doctor?" the girl asked with tears in her eyes.
Ye Chen nodded, but his expression became more solemn.
"Brother, please save my grandpa, my grandpa is the only relative I have." The girl begged pitifully.
"Don't worry, big brother will definitely cure your grandpa." Ye Chen smiled slightly, and his smile was full of affinity, making the girl feel an inexplicable warmth.
Originally, everyone was a little unhappy because of Ye Chen's remarks just now, but when they heard the conversation between the two, the dissatisfied expressions on everyone's faces disappeared, replaced by gentle ones, and they all expressed their feelings towards this poor little girl. Feeling of compassion.
"Don't worry little sister, heat stroke is not life-threatening."
"I have called the emergency number, and the doctors from the hospital are already rushing over."
"Everyone, please spread out. This old man needs some fresh air."
"I'm going to get the parasol from my car."
Everyone was radiating their own light, which made the little girl couldn't help but burst into tears again.
Of course, some people advised Ye Chen not to act haphazardly. They chose to ignore the matter and ignore it.
"Little brother, don't mess around, be careful if someone tries to blackmail you." A middle-aged man advised, with a smile on his face, but probably only he knew what he was thinking.
"That's right, aren't there too many people pretending to be ill these days to blackmail others?" Someone responded.
Ye Chen smiled lightly, but he could understand their thoughts.
In recent years, detestable bad old people have appeared all over the country. They take advantage of the kindness of human nature to blackmail people and seek ill-gotten gains.
Over time, all the old people were implicated in being scolded with them, so that now most people's first reaction when seeing an old man falling is to stay away.
No one dares to take risks. Once they are blackmailed, they will lose their fortune and their whole life will be ruined.
"Thank you to these friends for reminding me. I know what I know. As a doctor, if you see a patient suffering and don't rescue him, but just walk away, you are a coward and a deserter. I cherish the kindness of a doctor. I have a clear conscience to save him. If he turns around and blackmails me after he recovers, that is his problem and I have a clear conscience."
"Well said, little brother, we support you."
Everyone stared at Ye Chen with bright eyes, and they sighed in their hearts, if all doctors were as compassionate as the young man in front of them, there would be no doctor-patient disputes.
"Brother, you have to believe me. Grandpa and I are both good people." The girl's eyes were firm.
Ye Chen smiled and said, "Big brother believes in you."
After saying that, he reached out and untied the old man's upper body clothes, then took out a few silver needles from the brocade box in his arms, and inserted them into the old man's chest and Tianling Cap at lightning speed.
Everyone was stunned for a while, and they were collectively in a daze. Only then did they realize that this young man was not a serious doctor at all, but a Chinese medicine doctor.
"Little brother, you..." someone said, wanting to raise questions. After all, many of them don't believe that Chinese medicine can cure diseases.
But before he finished speaking, he was stopped by Ye Chen.
"Shh!" Ye Chen looked serious and made a silencing gesture on his lips.
He kept slapping his hands on the old man's body, as if massaging or pushing his back.
It wasn't until the siren of the ambulance came that Ye Chen stopped moving. With a flick of his hand, he took back all the silver needles.
"Brother, is my grandpa okay?" the girl asked pitifully.
Ye Chen nodded and said confidently: "I'm fine now. I'll wake up soon."
Heat stroke is caused by the disorder of the human body's constant temperature system under continuous high temperatures. Ye Chen used silver needles to regulate the old man's body and enhance the activity of his internal organs. In this way, it would be a matter of time before the old man's constant temperature system returned to normal. .
The ambulance stopped by the road, and a fifty-year-old bald male doctor walked over with a group of young medical staff.
They took out portable instruments and conducted a preliminary physical examination of the old man. Finally, they were surprised to conclude that there was nothing wrong with the old man and he was just asleep.
"You can't tell whether you are sick or not? You will be legally responsible for calling for an ambulance." The bald male doctor said dissatisfiedly.
He was enjoying the air conditioning and watching dramas in the office, but a phone call ruined his good life.
The most annoying thing was that when he arrived at the scene, he realized that this was not a patient at all, but that he had fallen asleep.
The person who called the emergency number made a mistake, causing their trip to be in vain.
"It's impossible. I saw with my own eyes that this old man suddenly fainted on the side of the road." A female college student stood up and said. This emergency number was exactly what she dialed.
"Yes, I saw it too, and there was a guy who just said he was a doctor, and he judged that the old man had heat stroke."
The bald male doctor's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a bad tone: "Brother? Which brother? I am the director of the emergency department of Jinling City Hospital. Can he have my authority?"
Everyone looked at him with his nostrils turned upward and felt a little unhappy.
They turned around and looked around for Ye Chen, as if they wanted Ye Chen to come forward and confirm that everything they said was true.
But the question is, how could Ye Chen still be at the scene? At the moment when everyone's attention was attracted by the ambulance doctor, he did not hesitate at all and left the place in a flash.
At this time, Ye Chen was walking furtively in a sparsely populated alley.
Not far away from him, there was a plump and graceful figure, also sneaky, following the two young men further away.
