Chapter 254: Coming Back to Life

Chapter 254: A Life-Saving Turn

At the hospital, Song Guangjing and several specialists were already waiting for Ye Xiaoxiao.

Upon learning Ye Xiaoxiao's exact itinerary, the hospital director had organized a specialist consultation and drafted a comprehensive and safe treatment plan.

All they needed was for Ye Xiaoxiao to return so they could immediately begin treating General Chen Junrui.

Thus, the moment Ye Xiaoxiao arrived at the hospital, without even time to adjust for jet lag, she barely exchanged greetings with the director and the specialists before taking on the heavy responsibility.

When Song Guangjing saw Xiao Xiao appear, his eyes brimmed with tears.

But in front of outsiders, he couldn’t cry, so he simply squeezed Ye Xiaoxiao’s shoulder.

"Thank goodness you’re back, thank goodness you’re back..."

"Come, let me brief you on General Chen Junrui’s specific treatment plan."

Ye Xiaoxiao first reviewed the medical records.

If Western medicine hadn’t hit a wall, the hospital wouldn’t have considered acupuncture.

General Chen Junrui’s condition was extremely severe—his organs were failing, his heart had insufficient blood supply, and he struggled with labored breathing, constantly at risk of suffocation and death.

Acupuncture was only an auxiliary treatment, intended to help the old general breathe more smoothly before proceeding to the next stage of treatment.

However, given his advanced age, most doctors didn’t dare to perform the acupuncture.

Ye Xiaoxiao hadn’t wasted her two years abroad.

Aside from daily review and research into traditional Chinese medicine, she had also expanded her expertise in Western medical knowledge.

It could be said she had merged Eastern and Western medicine, excelling in both fields.

At present, there was no one more suited for this role than Ye Xiaoxiao.

After reviewing the old general’s chronic conditions and the hospital’s proposed treatment plan, Ye Xiaoxiao deemed it too cautious.

She had the ability to improve it, but she feared these people wouldn’t trust her.

Biting her tongue for now, she calmly said, "I’m prepared. I can start participating in the treatment immediately."

As soon as she finished speaking, the conference room door was pushed open.

"Code Blue—General Chen’s stopped breathing!"

The room erupted into chaos as doctors rushed toward the ward.

The critical window for treating respiratory arrest was four to six minutes—beyond that, the patient would be in grave danger.

General Chen Junrui was a war hero, and no one present wanted anything to happen to him.

Ye Xiaoxiao snatched her medical kit and handed her suitcase to Song Xiaoguang.

"I’ll go take a look too—I might be able to help."

The director didn’t stop her. Now it was in the old general’s hands.

If they couldn’t save him this time, all the previously discussed plans would be for nothing.

As the hospital director, he couldn’t shirk responsibility either.

Ye Xiaoxiao entered the private ward, where defibrillators were already being used in resuscitation efforts.

But as five minutes passed, the patient on the bed remained unresponsive.

The director’s face turned pale.

Ye Xiaoxiao volunteered, "I can try using acupuncture."

Before the director could respond, a doctor standing nearby snapped, "If the defibrillator isn’t working, acupuncture probably won’t make much difference... And right now, we’re in the middle of emergency treatment. If an accident occurs due to your misjudgment, who’ll be held accountable?"

The other party’s words were reasonable, so Ye Xiaoxiao didn’t take offense.

As precious seconds slipped by, the patient remained unresponsive.

Ye Xiaoxiao looked at the director and said, "Right now, I have an 80% shot at reviving him. In two more minutes, that chance will drop to 20%."

Finally, the director spoke, "Do what you can."

"Director! How can you entrust such a life-and-death situation to a student who hasn’t even graduated yet? Even if she has master-level acupuncture technique, does she have clinical experience? Without any of that, how can she assess the patient’s condition?"

Dr. Ma, a stickler for protocol in the hospital’s cardiothoracic department, immediately snapped.

The director sighed helplessly, "No matter the final outcome, as the director, I bear inescapable responsibility. The previous treatments showed little effect, and now General Chen is coding.

Rather than gambling on luck, I’d rather trust this student, Ye."

In truth, the director’s confidence in Ye Xiaoxiao stemmed from her being Song Guangjing’s disciple.

In his youth, he had once witnessed Mr. Song perform acupuncture to save a life.

His needlework bordered on magic, capable of bringing the dead back to life.

At that moment, the heart monitor emitted a flatline alarm, and the code team froze.

Ye Xiaoxiao could wait no longer. She shouldered her way into the inner ward.

The doctors inside didn’t stop her. Seeing the flatline on the monitor, everyone assumed General Chen was gone.

Ye Xiaoxiao took out a set of silver needles from her medical kit and swiftly inserted them into several acupoints on the general’s body.

Her hands flew, the needles varying depths in rapid succession, her motions a blur.

She had practiced this routine tens of thousands of times—it was in her muscle memory.

If another doctor were to perform the acupuncture, regardless of their technique, just locating the acupoints would consume most of the time.

But Ye Xiaoxiao not only possessed eidetic recall, but due to decades of immersion in traditional Chinese medicine, her learning period far exceeded what one might imagine. Thus, she acted decisively, not a heartbeat wasted.

"It’s no use. The general is already..."

"We should notify the family and relevant authorities now. The media will swarm."

Watching Ye Xiaoxiao’s actions, the others assumed it was a futile effort.

But Ye Xiaoxiao remained locked in, steadfastly focused on her task.

Someone tried to step forward to pull Ye Xiaoxiao back, just as their hand was about to touch her arm.

The heart monitor suddenly beeped a few times, its line flickering back to life.

"My God, this is... revival!"

People can enter a state of clinical death. In modern times with advanced medicine, brain death is the standard for determining death.

But Ye Xiaoxiao caught the critical moment for resuscitation, using acupuncture to stimulate key acupuncture points and successfully restart General Chen's heartbeat.

Gradually, the old general's breathing returned to normal.

The staff in the resuscitation room came to their senses but dared not speak or cheer—Ye Xiaoxiao's acupuncture was still ongoing.

Standing at the doorway, the hospital director exhaled heavily. He had borne the greatest pressure of all.

Dr. Ma, who had been furious earlier, now stared unblinkingly at the scene before him.

Traditional Chinese medicine worked miracles.

Half an hour later, General Chen's condition stabilized into the safe range.

Ye Xiaoxiao withdrew all the needles and slowly stepped out of the room.

That heart-stopping half-hour had left her more drained than a twenty-hour flight.

The precise control of wrist strength left her hands sore and exhausted—doctoring was real physical work.

Ye Xiaoxiao's demonstration of skill successfully impressed the experts at this major hospital.

She had transformed from being just an extra pair of hands into Dr. Ye, an equal among her peers.

When she stepped out, the director was so overcome he didn't know what to do.

He desperately wanted to give her a huge hug but knew it would be inappropriate toward a young woman.

Flustered, he ended up just clapping excitedly.

"Amazing, just amazing!"