Hearing the young man’s warning, Xu Fei acted as if he hadn’t heard a thing, brushing past the youth blocking his way to continue taking the pulse.
He could already feel the faint, threadlike pulse, and he knew the situation was extremely critical.
Without wasting a moment, Xu Fei pulled out his silver needles and swiftly inserted one into the old man’s philtrum.
Then he continued, expertly inserting several more needles into the old man’s chest, his technique precise and masterful, though no one there could appreciate it.
After finishing, Xu Fei stopped and waited quietly.
The young man beside him stood closely watching his father’s condition.
Unable to reach over easily, he tore a small strip from a tissue, placing it under his father’s nose to gauge the strength of his breathing.
Not long after sticking the tissue in place, the young man suddenly noticed it barely moved with each breath, until finally, it stopped altogether!
“My God! My poor old father! I shouldn’t have trusted this quack, now you’re gone, how am I supposed to explain this to Uncle Wang in the city?”
Seeing his father seemingly stop breathing, the young man broke into wails, then grabbed Xu Fei’s collar.
“You murderer, don’t you dare run! Everyone, please be my witnesses, you all saw it, this guy killed my father!”
The young man clung to Xu Fei’s collar, shouting incessantly, but Xu Fei remained unfazed, not a trace of anger on his face.
“Hey! Look! The old man’s breathing again!”
Just as the young man was relentlessly tugging at Xu Fei’s collar and urging the bus driver to head straight to the police station, a gasp of surprise came from the onlookers behind him.
Hearing this, the young man quickly let go of Xu Fei and rushed over, only to see the small tissue strip, which had been still, now rising and falling rhythmically with his father’s breaths.
“I… my goodness…”
“Look, young man, you got too worked up, you hadn’t even cried for long before we saw the tissue moving again, it got stronger and stronger until we called you over!”
After hearing the crowd’s explanation, the young man turned to Xu Fei with a face full of apology, too embarrassed to find words for a moment.
“Everyone, look, he’s awake! The old man’s awake!”
The young man hurriedly threw himself at his father, wiping away tears, while Xu Fei stepped over too.
“Wangcai, who… who just saved me?”
Upon waking, the old man knew he’d just brushed past death’s door, and with needles still in his chest and philtrum, he immediately realised someone had saved him.
“Uh… it was this big brother who saved you, I just… I just blamed him, thinking Chinese medicine was useless and a scam, I even thought he’d killed you!”
Liu Wangcai’s expression was now one of deep shame, having shouted so loudly for everyone on the bus to witness, he’d clearly become a laughingstock.
“You silly child, I’ve taught you since you were little that Chinese medicine is our Great Xia’s inherited treasure, how could it be useless? If I’d relied on that so-called Western miracle drug, I’d probably be reporting to the underworld by now!”
