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"The patient hasn't regained a spontaneous heartbeat."

The Gray-haired Old Man crouched before an elderly man whose pale face made him look no younger than himself, continuously compressing his chest.

The AED had already been used, but it had failed to restore his heartbeat. All they could do now was maintain circulation with chest compressions.

"How much longer until we land? Contact the airport in advance and have an ambulance ready."

The Younger Doctor spoke steadily to the flight attendant, then said to the old man,

"Let me take over. You can supervise from the side."

The Gray-haired Old Man did not try to push himself. Chest compressions were extremely exhausting. He had started first because he had more experience and needed to use the AED, but it was certainly better to switch to someone younger now.

At that moment, a Young Man hurried over to the old man and asked anxiously,

"Doctor, how is my great-uncle?"

"The situation is very bad. We intervened in time, but the plane hasn't landed yet, so I don't know whether we'll make it in time. The AED has stopped working too. The blockage may be in a dangerous location this time."

If a heart attack received timely intervention, it usually would not have much impact on the patient after surgery. But if it was a pulmonary embolism caused by a blood clot breaking loose from the lower limbs, that would be troublesome.

The Old Doctor's words made the young man's face turn even paler.

What was he supposed to do?

"How about I give it a try? I'm fairly confident in my emergency chest compression technique."

Just then, a voice came from beside them. Apart from the doctors performing the rescue, everyone else turned to look.

It was a young-looking man. No one doubted that he had better stamina, but when it came to experience and technique, he did not look convincing at all.

Yet the Gray-haired Old Doctor nodded and said,

"This gentleman and I aren't professional thoracic surgeons, and we don't participate in emergency rescues often. We only know some first-aid techniques. Someone from nursing would indeed be more suitable."

Chest compressions and artificial respiration were the most commonly used emergency measures. All medical staff had to master them, and even flight attendants received relevant training.

The golden rescue window for cardiac arrest was only four minutes. That was why cardiac causes accounted for eighty percent of sudden deaths. If no emergency treatment was given after eight minutes, death was almost certain; even if the patient was revived, irreversible neurological damage would result.

If you saw someone unconscious on the road, called an ambulance, and simply waited beside them, then if their unconsciousness had been caused by cardiac arrest, you could practically declare them dead by the time the ambulance arrived.

At a time like this, even breaking a rib through improper technique was better than doing nothing.

The law stipulated that emergency measures such as CPR for patients suffering cardiac or respiratory arrest in public places did not require a medical license. Ordinary citizens could participate in rescue efforts as well.

The Old Doctor knew there was a huge difference between knowing the techniques and using them regularly. He would not underestimate the other man just because he was young.

At a time like this, a young male nurse would be more useful than even a famous doctor.

The years of study and internship required of doctors were there for all to see, so the man before them was more likely to be a rare and valuable male nurse—or a medical student.

If he were a medical student, he probably would not have had the nerve to say something like that at a time like this.

The Middle-aged Doctor was still maintaining the compressions and giving two breaths of artificial respiration after every thirty compressions. Sweat had appeared on his forehead.

Though he did not turn to look at Wang Yi, he had heard him. As he worked, he said,

"Come over, then. Take over after I finish this set. We'll alternate to preserve our strength and hold on until we land. If the airport is prepared in advance, there's still a chance."

Wang Yi nodded and moved to a suitable position beside him to take over.

The moment the Middle-aged Doctor released his hands, Wang Yi stepped in.

But when the two doctors saw what Wang Yi did, both their expressions changed.

Wang Yi pressed his thumb against the patient's chest with one hand, rapidly tapping out several positions as if taking measurements. Then his fingers began striking down in quick succession.

The movements were pleasing to watch and had a distinct rhythm, but how could he fool around like this when a life was at stake?!

"You—"

Before they could get the words out, the patient suddenly opened his eyes in their stunned expressions and began taking huge breaths on his own.

"Holy shit!"

The sudden change made both of them jolt.

What the hell? What kind of move was that?

"You're awake? Don't move. Keep lying down."

Wang Yi withdrew his hand and instructed the patient. There was no point wasting time talking nonsense. Waking the man up first was better than anything else, and it was more convincing than any explanation.

He only managed it because he understood the human body well enough and possessed the Great Knight-level control needed for physical supportive therapy.

The force penetrated without injuring the heart, creating resonant vibrations with the blood clot and loosening several critical points.

It had relieved the patient's symptoms enough to restore his spontaneous heartbeat.

But his heart rhythm was still irregular, and the underlying condition had not improved.

There was even still a risk that ventricular fibrillation could cause another cardiac arrest.

"I only relieved his symptoms temporarily. The two of you will still need to assess him. There should be emergency medication on the plane."

Wang Yi stood up, allowing more air to circulate.

Earlier, the patient had been unconscious, so even medication had been ineffective.

"The patient is awake. Give him a 300 mg loading dose of Aspirin, place one nitroglycerin tablet under his tongue, keep him lying down and still, and maintain oxygen supply."

Although the Old Doctor had nearly suffered a heart attack himself from Wang Yi's move, he still calmly gave his recommendations. The Middle-aged Doctor then carried them out.

Now that the patient was awake, he still had not escaped danger, but things were vastly better than before.

As long as they landed quickly and got him to the hospital in time, there would be no problem.

Once the situation had calmed down and the Middle-aged Doctor was watching over the patient, the old man finally had time to turn back to Wang Yi and say with feeling,

"The young really do surpass the old. Those two moves of yours nearly sent me to the grave at first. What technique was that? Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

The old man's face was filled with curiosity.

Wang Yi's movements had been clean and decisive, pleasing to the eye, with a certain flair of traditional Chinese martial arts. It naturally led the old man to make the connection.

Though there was controversy in many areas, Traditional Chinese Medicine was still widely and internationally recognized in fields such as Tuina, trauma treatment, acupuncture, and conditioning.

The old man knew that blindly praising or blindly condemning Traditional Chinese Medicine was too extreme. It had to be viewed rationally.

"Uh, Witch Doctor, I guess."

Wang Yi gave an awkward laugh. Now that the problem had been resolved, he did not linger. It was better to leave this place to the professionals.

As for the patient's family thanking him, it was enough just to hear it. No one who stepped in to save someone did it to receive thanks.

Sometimes, it was already good enough not to get falsely accused...

After confirming that the patient and the Middle-aged Doctor were both relatively stable, the old man hurried after Wang Yi and continued,

"I'm Song Tianming, chief physician of Hepatobiliary Surgery at Guangzhou Medical University. Where did you graduate from, young man? Have you started working? Would you be interested in joining our hospital?"

Song Tianming did not know Wang Yi's capabilities in other areas, but that emergency rescue skill alone made him a top talent in medical care!

The medical field was becoming increasingly specialized. As long as one could master a single discipline, that was enough.

Wang Yi had gone up front and then returned with an old man chattering endlessly at his heels. The sight made Zhang Min and the fat producer in their seats widen their eyes.

He had succeeded?

They had heard the cries of surprise from the front, but they had not expected this guy to be responsible.

They had also heard what the old man said. A chief physician held a high social standing, especially one from a major hospital like Guangzhou Medical University.

Hiring at major hospitals was becoming increasingly competitive. The fact that the other party had directly extended an invitation was enough to show both his status at the hospital and the importance he placed on this young man.

Wang Yi had initially intended to brush him off, but then he remembered his earlier plans. It seemed necessary to get to know some people in the medical field.

A chief physician who could fly around on planes would surely have some connections.

"Director Song, you flatter me. I actually do pharmaceutical research. We may have dealings with each other in the future."

The Game Company at least had a shell and a finished product. His pharmaceutical venture did not even have a shadow yet, but that did not stop Wang Yi from saying it.

That answer truly caught Song Tianming off guard. What kind of bizarre excuse for refusal was this?

Pharmaceutical research?

Song Tianming pictured a giant hammer pounding against a patient's chest, then swiftly shook the image away. He sighed regretfully and said,

"All right. It seems our little temple is beneath you. If you ever change your mind, feel free to contact me anytime. Here's my business card."

Song Tianming handed Wang Yi a business card. After saying goodbye, he returned to the front to help monitor the patient's condition...

First update~ Please support~

I'm anemic, sigh~ Good grief, I don't want to take oral hemostatic medicine again.

I wasn't making up the cardiac arrest part. When I was in elementary school, my grandfather passed away because of this. My family was all beside him at the time, but we lacked the relevant knowledge and did not dare do anything, so we waited for the ambulance. By then, it was too late. My grandfather had only just retired then...