Romantic Medical Immortal

Chapter 555: The Young Man Is a Divine Doctor

"Hidden Cloud Village is too far from the city hospital. With her bleeding, even if we reach there, it might be too late."

Yang Cheng bent down to examine Yue Ying’s injury. Fortunately, it hadn’t pierced her heart, but it was dangerously close.

Driving from Hidden Cloud Village back, even at the fastest speed, would take half a day. By the time they got there, the person might already be gone.

Although Yun Chan had never been outside, she knew that what Yang Cheng said was true.

"But now there is no other way. The village’s old doctor can only handle minor ailments; he can’t deal with something like this. We can’t just watch Yue Ying die."

"Brother Cen, you have to think of a way to save Yue Ying. She’s still so young, she can’t die!"

Da Shan grabbed Yang Cheng’s arm, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

His best buddy Hu Zi was already dead. If Yue Ying also left him, he really wouldn’t be able to bear it.

"Don’t worry, all of you. I’m a doctor. I can first stop the bleeding for this girl, then see how to treat her."

Yang Cheng took out the Silver Needle, quickly needling several acupuncture points on Yue Ying’s chest, stopping the bleeding while also protecting her heart.

He reached out to feel Yue Ying’s pulse and found that her breathing was weak; the biggest issue was that she no longer had the will to live.

Her only relative was dead, leaving her a lonely girl with no one to rely on, and thus no hope.

"Yue Ying, your brother took the risk for you. If you die, wouldn’t all his efforts be in vain?"

"He hasn’t even seen you get married happily. Won’t you fulfill even his last wish?"

Yang Cheng kept talking to her, trying to awaken her fighting spirit to live on.

On the sidelines, Yun Chan realized what was happening and also held Yue Ying’s hand, continuously persuading her: "Yue Ying, even if you lost your brother, you still have us!"

"As long as I, Yun Chan, am here, I won’t let anyone bully you. I will find you a good home. You must trust me!"

Seeing Yun Chan helping, Yang Cheng stopped talking, gathering True Qi in his palm and infusing it into the Silver Needle, temporarily stopping her internal bleeding.

After doing all this, he grasped the wooden stick and pulled it out hard, causing a few drops of fresh blood to spurt from the wound.

Everyone drew a sharp breath, assuming the blood would gush like a spring, but surprisingly, it just spurted a tiny bit.

"This needle is so magical. It doesn’t bleed once it’s in!"

In the village, people often got injured. In cases like Yue Ying’s, once a stick is pulled out, blood would gusher, unable to stop.

Previously, many had died from excessive bleeding, so when Yue Ying got hurt, they dared not act rashly, opting instead to take her to the hospital.

"Shh! Keep your voice down; don’t disturb the doctor’s treatment."

With Yun Chan’s words, everyone immediately fell silent.

Yang Cheng took out a bottle of medicinal powder, quickly sprinkled it on Yue Ying’s chest, and then tore his clothes into strips, tying them around her chest.

"Make do with this for now. I’ll reapply medicine for her and change her into clean clothes later."

"Is she alright now?"

Yun Chan looked at Yang Cheng in surprise.

"Yes, nothing serious, but since the injury is severe, she needs to rest in bed for a few days."

Yang Cheng spoke calmly, putting the Silver Needle back into his pocket.

When dressed, he didn’t look strong, but undressed, his waist and abdomen were firm, chest robust, with perfectly lined muscles.

Yun Chan, upon lifting her head and seeing his bare upper body, felt a bit embarrassed.

"Oh my God! She’s really saved!"

"A stick pierced through the chest, yet the person is saved. This young fellow is truly a divine doctor!"

"Doctors from outside are indeed powerful. If we had such doctors in our village, it would be wonderful."

At this moment, everyone looked at Yang Cheng with admiration, and no one suggested driving them out of the village anymore.

A stunned Da Shan knelt before Yang Cheng again, knocking his head on the ground a few times in gratitude.

"Brother Cen, you not only saved me but also saved Yue Ying. I’m truly grateful to you."

Yang Cheng, a bit helpless, pulled him up, "What did I tell you before? Don’t always kneel; you’re a man; if you kneel too much, your back won’t straighten."

"Yes, I understand."

Da Shan quickly stood up, with gratitude almost overflowing from his eyes.

"Young man, you are a doctor! Can you help me? His leg always hurts and now he can’t stand."

At this, a middle-aged woman approached, looking at Yang Cheng with hopeful eyes.

Yang Cheng smiled slightly, saying, "Well, I’ll go back to brew some medicine for the injured girl now. At three in the afternoon, you can find me at Da Shan’s house for a consult."

"Alright! Thank you, divine doctor!"

Everyone echoed his words and went home with smiles.

Yang Cheng moved into the village intending to get along with everyone, so that when he asked for the Purifying Spirit Spring, they wouldn’t be able to refuse him.

He bent down to lift Yue Ying, who was cute, petite, and weightless in his arms.

"Da Shan, show me the way."

"Okay!"

Da Shan led the way, taking Yang Cheng to Yue Ying’s house.

In the whole village, Yue Ying’s family was considered poor. Ever since they were little, she and her brother lost their parents and have depended on each other.

"Go boil a pot of hot water and bring it here."

Yang Cheng instructed Da Shan, then went through Yue Ying’s wardrobe and found a set of clean clothes.

At this moment, Kong Lingwen entered, handing over a medical kit.

"Let me help you. You’re a man, and it’s inconvenient."

She carefully helped Yue Ying remove her clothing, revealing smooth skin and her developing chest.

"Turn around; don’t look."

Kong Lingwen reminded him, but inadvertently pulled the fabric, causing Yue Ying to inhale sharply in pain.

"Let me do it; you can’t bandage it well. In a doctor’s eyes, there’s no distinction between genders."

Yang Cheng spoke a bit helplessly. Kong Lingwen looked enchanting, but acting like a man for so long made her somewhat clumsy.

Kong Lingwen felt a bit embarrassed and stepped aside, watching Yang Cheng remove Yue Ying’s clothes, use cotton soaked in iodine to clean her wound, and remove the remaining splinters.

The girls in the village didn’t wear bras. They wore something like a bellyband, just a layer of fabric; once removed, their bodies were exposed to the air.

Yue Ying’s figure was petite, her waist slender, and her bust was small enough to be held with one hand.

Then, Da Shan hurriedly entered with a kettle, his gaze sweeping over Yue Ying’s naked upper body, nearly causing him to trip.

"Be steady; after all, Yue Ying is your future wife. What’s there to be shy about?"

Yang Cheng said a bit exasperated.

"But... she’s not yet. I dare not look."

Da Shan’s face turned as red as an apple, lowering his head to place the kettle on the ground before leaving quickly, as if escaping.