Yun Jiao frowned, "I am the resident doctor here, not some miracle doctor."
She didn't want to be put on a pedestal at such a young age, unable to descend.
Just as she was speaking, suddenly she heard someone shout, "Oh no, this person isn't breathing."
The man dropped Yun Jiao and rushed over, kneeling on the ground, desperately shaking the young man on the door plank, "Ming'er, my Ming'er, Ming'er, wake up——"
Then he turned urgently and said, "Doctor, I beg you, save my son."
Yun Jiao was already coming over with the medicine box.
Before she even got close, she shouted, "Everyone around, move away."
Another man hurriedly helped to push back a few onlookers.
Yun Jiao took out the Golden Needle, dipped a boiled cotton ball in some medicinal liquid for disinfection, and then pierced it into the Baihui point on the patient's head.
While turning the Golden Needle, she observed the patient, whose lips were purple, appearing to have a heart attack.
