Chapter 78:

Ou Weiming wasn’t sure whether he should trust this young girl. As he was pondering, he heard a panicked shout from a junior assistant by the operating table: “Dr. Li, what should we do? The patient…”

Time didn’t allow for careful deliberation. For now, he could only trust Qin Chaoyu based on instinct. Ou Weiming gave her a deep look and said, “I hope I’m not making the wrong decision this time.”

Then he led her toward the operating table.

Qin Chaoyu didn’t say much. In her view, actions spoke louder than words.

When they reached the operating table, Ou Weiming didn’t want to disturb Dr. Li, who was fully focused on saving the patient, but he had no choice. He called out, “Dr. Li.”

Dr. Li spared a glance at Ou Weiming, but his face was obscured by a mask, making his expression unreadable.

After a brief look, Dr. Li quickly lowered his head again and spoke rapidly, “Dr. Ou, glad you’re here. The patient is hemorrhaging badly—help me stop the bleeding!”

Ou Weiming replied, “Dr. Li, I can’t stop this patient’s bleeding. Last time was just a coincidence. But I’ve brought someone who might be able to help.”

Just as Dr. Li was about to despair at Ou Weiming’s words, a glimmer of hope emerged. He urged, “Who? Get them started, quick!”

Ou Weiming glanced at Qin Chaoyu, signaling her to step forward.

Qin Chaoyu, already standing beside the operating table, took out a set of needles she carried with her and prepared to administer acupuncture.

“Wait, Dr. Ou!” Dr. Li nearly lost it when he saw how young she was. “This girl is just a kid! Are you sure you didn’t make a mistake? No way—what if something goes wrong with the patient?”

At this point, Ou Weiming had no choice but to persuade Dr. Li with all his might. “Dr. Li, right now, we’re at the point of trying anything. If we can’t stop the bleeding, the patient will most likely…”

“Dr. Li, the bleeding’s stopped!” a nurse exclaimed in surprise.

It turned out that Qin Chaoyu, tired of listening to the back-and-forth between Dr. Li and Ou Weiming and worried about missing the patient’s critical treatment window, had simply acted while they were arguing. She stopped the bleeding first—once the results were undeniable, Dr. Li would have to accept her.

Her movements were so swift that none of the medical staff had time to react.

“What?!” Dr. Li was stunned. He immediately stopped arguing with Ou Weiming and checked the patient.

Sure enough, the surgical site had stopped bleeding.

Dr. Li, being one of the hospital’s most skilled physicians, quickly regained his composure and efficiently directed the others to assist him.

Qin Chaoyu stepped back and returned to Ou Weiming’s side.

Ou Weiming looked at her with mixed emotions. He truly hadn’t expected this young girl to be so capable. He had glimpsed the severity of the patient’s bleeding earlier and knew how dire the situation was—yet she had stopped it with a single needle.

“You…”

“Let’s talk after Dr. Li finishes the surgery,” Qin Chaoyu cut him off.

Ou Weiming nodded.

The two of them stood quietly by the operating table, waiting for Dr. Li to save the patient’s life.

The surgery itself wasn’t complicated, but it carried significant risk due to the high likelihood of severe hemorrhage during the procedure. Once massive bleeding occurred, it was extremely difficult to control, making the mortality rate for such cases alarmingly high.

Dr. Li was a responsible doctor, so even though he knew stopping the bleeding would be tough, he persisted in trying every possible method.

Fortunately, the outcome was good.

An hour and a half later, the surgery concluded successfully. The patient would recover after some rest and could be discharged soon.

In the break room, Dr. Li leaned against the wall, sitting in a chair, his mind blank.

After a long silence, he said softly, “We really owe you two this time.”

Ou Weiming paused while washing his hands. “Don’t thank me—I didn’t do anything. It was all that girl’s doing.”

“You can’t say that. If you hadn’t brought her, who knows how this surgery would’ve ended?”

Suddenly remembering something, Dr. Li straightened up and asked curiously, “But where did you find her, Dr. Ou? Her ability to stop bleeding today was incredible! From now on, if any patient hemorrhages during surgery, we should call her. It’d give patients a much better chance.”

It was true—many surgical patients didn’t die because their conditions were untreatable, but because they lost too much blood. Excessive bleeding also obstructed the surgeon’s view, making it harder to assess the wound and potentially leading to surgical failure.

There were many methods to stop bleeding, but not all worked for every case. In today’s surgery, techniques like compression, gauze packing, or ligation had failed.

Without Qin Chaoyu, the patient would most likely have bled to death.

Ou Weiming replied, “Her name is Qin Chaoyu. My mentor introduced her. He said her traditional Chinese medicine skills are exceptional, but I’d never seen them firsthand until today. Beyond that, I don’t know much else.”

“Well, if even Dr. Wei says she’s skilled, she must be incredible!”

Many people in the operating room had witnessed Qin Chaoyu’s actions, so news of her feat spread through the hospital like wildfire.

The next day, when Qin Chaoyu entered the Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) Department, she was met with several pairs of scrutinizing eyes.

She was baffled. Normally, the moment she arrived, the elderly staff would immediately take the soup she brought. Today, however, they were acting strangely.

Was there something wrong with her?

She glanced down at her outfit—nothing seemed amiss. What were these elders up to?

“Uh… is something the matter?” she asked cautiously.

An elegantly dressed elderly woman stepped forward. Despite her age, she was impeccably maintained—her hair still black, her skin fair, and though not as radiant as a young girl’s, it was remarkable for her age. She carried the grace and charm of someone who had aged beautifully.

True beauty never fades—it merely matures. She said, “Chaoyu, we heard about how you helped Dr. Li yesterday. We had no idea you had such skills. So why are you in the TCM Department?”

She wasn’t being self-deprecating—the TCM Department wasn’t exactly a career hotspot. Promotions and raises were rare, and patients were few and far between. Most of them were elderly, content to coast into retirement here. But why would a young girl like Qin Chaoyu choose this path?

“Listen, dear—take this chance to transfer out. This place isn’t right for you,” she said, holding Qin Chaoyu’s hand with heartfelt concern.

Qin Chaoyu was both amused and touched. She knew Granny Chen meant well—she wanted her to have a brighter future. But she didn’t dislike the TCM Department. Her earlier desire to leave had only been due to the lack of patients.

“Granny Chen’s right,” Old Man Li chimed in. Though he’d miss her daily soup deliveries, her career mattered more. They were old—what did they care?

“Granny Chen, honestly, I don’t mind the TCM Department. Yes, there are few patients, but don’t worry about me,” Qin Chaoyu set down the soup and explained earnestly. “Look—haven’t I already found an opportunity? Surgical hemorrhaging has always been a major risk. Now that I can help with that, the hospital won’t overlook me. Maybe I’ll get to treat patients after all!”

Granny Chen didn’t deny the logic, but she thought Qin Chaoyu was being naïve. “Chaoyu, you’re oversimplifying things. I know you didn’t join the hospital just to idle around—you want to treat patients, don’t you?”

Though phrased as a question, her tone made it clear she already knew the answer.

Qin Chaoyu met Granny Chen’s wise, kind eyes.

Before she could speak, Granny Chen continued, “Do you think the hospital will recognize your full medical skills? No! They’ll only see you as someone who can stop bleeding. What if they assign you solely to surgeries for hemorrhage control? Your goal would still be out of reach.”

Qin Chaoyu had considered this possibility. Her plan was to build her reputation first, then leverage it to reach higher-ups. If that failed, she’d ask Professor Wei for help.

But she’d rather not trouble him unless absolutely necessary.

*Knock knock.*

“May I come in?” Ou Weiming asked, already opening the door.

The group exchanged glances. *You’re already inside—why ask?*

“Come in, Ou. You’ve been visiting the TCM Department a lot lately,” Old Man Xiang teased, folding his newspaper.

Ou Weiming smiled. “My mentor asked me to look after someone here. How could I slack off? I’m just making sure he doesn’t scold me later.”

“Anyway, let’s catch up another time, Elder Xiang. I need to speak with Chaoyu.” He turned to Qin Chaoyu. “Shall we step outside?”

Granny Chen released Qin Chaoyu’s hand, guessing this was about yesterday. “Go on, talk things through properly.”

Once outside, Qin Chaoyu spoke first. “This is about yesterday, isn’t it?”

Ou Weiming wasn’t surprised she’d guessed. “The hospital thinks it’s a waste for you to stay in the TCM Department. After discussion, they’ve decided to transfer you out. Given your… unique skills, they want to know which types of bleeding you specialize in stopping. You’ll be assigned to the corresponding department to assist in surgeries.”

“What do you think?”

Qin Chaoyu frowned. “I think it’s a bad idea. My medical skills go far beyond just stopping bleeding!”