The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

Feng Zaisan checked on Old Han's condition.

The situation was dire.

Breathing was almost halted.

If they didn't take action before the paramedics arrived, Old Han would die.

"He needs artificial respiration, Mr. Feng, please step aside."

Song Moting volunteered.

Artificial respiration wasn't a problem for someone with his medical experience, and there was no need to choose, given Song Moting's age.

A young person performing artificial respiration was much more suitable than an elderly person.

Feng Zaisan voluntarily stepped aside.

Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting moved closer.

"There should be an issue with abdominal pressure; who has a sharp knife?"

While Song Moting was performing artificial respiration, Jiang Xiaoxiao swiftly examined the patient.

The others looked at each other in dismay.

Who would bring a knife to a wedding banquet!

It's not like they're here to cause trouble.

"Jiang Xiaoxiao! You're not a doctor, so you'd better not treat the patient casually; leave it to the paramedics."

Fang Xiaohui looked at Jiang Xiaoxiao, who seemed eager to make a name for herself, and thought the woman was mad.

Is this the time for her to play hero?

It's Old Han, the famous top surgeon. If anything happened because of her, and that too at their wedding, she would have to take the responsibility.

"Jiang Xiaoxiao! Get away from here."

Song's father shouted in reproach.

He couldn't stand this daughter-in-law, who was just as unlikable as Song Moting.

Jiang Xiaoxiao gave one glance at Song's father, uttered not a word,

and swiftly rushed to the kitchen.

Feng Zaisan shook his head; this kid was not wrong. Old Han had no breath and no other symptoms; it was a case of pneumothorax.

Moreover, there was venous bleeding and abdominal injury.

What to do now?

Feng Zaisan's mind raced, and he went aside to discuss solutions with a few others.

"What do we do? Without a drainage valve, Old Han won't last until the paramedics arrive."

"What should we do?"

Everyone was at a loss.

Old Mrs. Song sat on a chair watching everything.

But she said nothing, neither agreeing nor stopping them.

Jiang Xiaoxiao ran back with a small kitchen knife, "I need sterile gloves and alcohol, and medical tape. Can anyone find them nearby? I believe there's a clinic nearby."

Someone spoke up.

"I know, there's one next door, I can help."

"Good! Thank you, I need an infusion rubber tube, sterile gloves, medical alcohol, and medical tape, please bring them as fast as possible."

"Okay!"

Without a second word, that person hurried out.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was thankful they were in the first-floor hall.

It didn't take two minutes for the person to come running back with the items, panting heavily.

Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded in gratitude.

She undid Old Han's clothes. In the middle of winter, undressing someone made everyone feel a chill.

"What are you going to do?"

Feng Zaisan voiced the question in everyone's hearts.

Jiang Xiaoxiao poured alcohol on Old Han's chest, put on sterile gloves, split the rubber tube into two sections, and inserted them into an empty bottle on the table, sealing it with tape. She picked up the small knife.

"Tension pneumothorax typically occurs when there's a tear in the lung, allowing air to enter the pleural cavity surrounding the lungs rather than the lungs themselves."

Jiang Xiaoxiao used the small knife to press against the ribs, looking for the right incision spot between two ribs.

"Wait a minute! Doing this..."

Feng Zaisan was aghast, never expecting someone to save a life in such a rudimentary way.

He could see Old Han's symptoms, but he was bound by conventional thinking; this was something only a hospital's unidirectional valve apparatus could achieve.

They had never performed such a procedure.

"Jiang Xiaoxiao! I order you to stop!"

Song's father was frantically angry. Now, if anything happened to Old Han, the Song family might bear only a sliver of responsibility!

But Jiang Xiaoxiao's interference turned it into the Song family shouldering the primary responsibility.

If anything happened to Old Han, if there was an accident, the Song family couldn't escape blame.

Jiang Xiaoxiao wasn't helping; she was causing trouble.

If Old Han died here, the Song family's reputation would be tarnished.

Yet throughout, Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't look at Song's father once, only glanced at Old Mrs. Song.

Her gaze was calm.

Old Mrs. Song nodded.

Feng Zaisan looked at the silent Old Han and closed his mouth, realizing that it had come to this point, and he might as well try treating a dead horse like a living one.

Was there any chance of just watching someone die?

He didn't have the capability or a better idea, but what if this girl could do it?

All eyes were upon them.

Jiang Xiaoxiao smiled slightly, bowed her head, and decisively made an incision at the spot, cutting it open.

Her efficient action astonished Feng Zaisan and the others.

What was this girl up to?

Knowing medical techniques and daring to cut are two different things. Generally, those knowing medicine might diagnose and examine superficially, but cutting is a different matter. Not everyone can cut.

Without years of practice, it's impossible to achieve such smooth proficiency, and this was a talent.

Feng Zaisan suddenly understood Old Mrs. Song's talk of her granddaughter-in-law's talent.

It was true.

Or was it that Old Mrs. Song privately tutored her granddaughter-in-law?

That's also possible; after all, Old Mrs. Song was a tycoon in the medical field.

There were ten outstanding figures in the medical field, and the only woman among them was Old Mrs. Song.

She was an expert surgeon.

And she was also the only one capable of performing brain surgeries since she studied abroad and had actual experience.

They were also called surgical hands of God, but there were still some differences compared to Old Mrs. Song.

At least when it came to brain surgery, they couldn't be called experts in this area.

Feng Zaisan smiled, thinking it was only natural if Old Mrs. Song had indeed privately taught her granddaughter-in-law and grandson.

After all, whose skills would one pass on if not to one's descendants?

From this point of view, Old Mrs. Song wasn't wrong.

Jiang Xiaoxiao nimbly inserted the rubber tube, quickly taped shut the wound, and in mere moments, air started flowing into the bottle, and Old Han's breathing became orderly.

Feng Zaisan watched as this girl used a half-full Maotai bottle as a makeshift drainage valve.

Regardless of anything, this young lady had skills.

This simple hand at creating a drainage valve was impressive enough.

"You saved him!"

Feng Zaisan stood up excitedly.

Before their eyes, an incredible, textbook-style rescue unfolded.

Everyone stood up and applauded.

There was no denying that she had saved Old Han, performing this live miracle.

How could such a young person not deserve applause?

Amidst the rising applause.

The ambulance arrived.

After examining, the paramedics were equally amazed.

A simplified drainage valve, truly impressive.

Old Han was carried onto the ambulance.

Watching the ambulance depart from afar, Feng Zaisan patted Old Mrs. Song's shoulder.

"Old Meng, you have quite the eye, picking such a capable wife for your grandson. This is truly like the Yangtze River waves, each pushing the other forward, the front waves crashing on the sand. Just for your granddaughter-in-law's skill, and as a medical student being able to handle emergencies so adeptly, it's amazing!"

These words were sincere, without a hint of falsehood.

All around, there was silence.

Song Mohuan's face was ashen; he was already an intern at the city hospital, and now, he was humiliated by a woman at his own wedding banquet.

Especially being praised like this by a legend in the medical field.

Where would he face?

All his leaders and colleagues were watching, although they wouldn't say anything.

But the meaning in their eyes was obvious to anyone in the know.

He had completely lost face.