Mr. Su said to Qiao Muyue, "Sorry, Miss Qiao, I can't give it to you anymore, I have to go over and take a look!"

As soon as Mr. Su finished speaking, the ambulances had arrived at the hospital gate one after another. Qiao Muyue and others saw that the car doors were all opened all at once. Medical staff jumped off from above, and then stretchers were pushed out from the back of the car.

Suddenly, wailing and moaning came out. Qiao Muyue felt the strong evil spirit from afar. Today, this group of people is probably going to die.

Mr. Su didn't care about Qiao Muyue at this time and rushed over directly. Liu Jianjun also said to Qiao Muyue: "Sister Qiao! You and Sister Liu take a taxi back, I have to go and help!"

Qiao Muyue felt a stern. Liu Jianjun was a student who was about to graduate from the military academy and had the most sense of mission as a soldier. He would definitely not leave under such circumstances.

Sun Derong said at this time: "I'll send Yue'er back to the hotel!"

When Liu Jianjun heard this, he rushed directly to the emergency room without waiting for Qiao Muyue to speak.

The three of them looked at the direction of the emergency room and could hear crying from inside. Ambulances came one after another. As soon as they were removed, they drove out immediately. It was obvious that they went to pick up the next patient. The strong smell of blood came over, and they felt like they were in prison.

"Yue'er! Let's go back to the hotel first!"

Sun Derong sighed and said.

Qiao Muyue didn't move, but just looked towards the emergency room. Liu Xiaoqin couldn't bear it. From her perspective, she could see that there were many patients lying on the stretcher in the corridor, and there was not enough doctors. The wailing sounds of those patients made people feel uncomfortable.

"Yue'er! Let's go over and take a look!"

Liu Xiaoqin wanted to help, but she knew she had no choice but to worry. Yue'er could cure her illness, but Yue'er was alone after all, how many people could she treat her?

Moreover, Yue'er is also a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. As we all know, traditional Chinese medicine is good at conditioning, and now it is obviously an emergency department.

Qiao Muyue nodded. She just wanted to leave, but in the end she felt unbearable that she could not sit idly by and watch these people die.

At this moment, the three of them also came out, and they were the interpreters of Jin Shengsung’s uncle and nephew and daughter.

Qiao Muyue looked at Jin Shengcheng coldly: "Didn't you say that you, a Korean doctor, are good at acute illness? Now let's compare, let's see who can treat more patients!"

Kim Seung-sung was stunned and took a step back. Although he had an acute illness, Korean medicine, like traditional Chinese medicine, was indeed not as good as Western medicine in terms of emergency. What he just said was a big talk and to save himself from respect.

"Why should I compare with you?"

"If I don't compare, I will send today's incident to major newspapers tomorrow. Kim Seung-sung, a representative of Korean medicine, made mistakes and prescribed the wrong medicine. I believe that major newspapers like this news!"

After Qiao Muyue said that, she walked towards the emergency room and Liu Xiaoqin followed.

Jin Shengcheng was so angry that he died of anger, but he really didn't dare to leave, so he could only follow him. He was also angry, and he didn't believe that he could not compare to this little girl. Mr. Sun's illness was quite special, which made him not pay attention for a while. However, the patients in the emergency room were obviously caused by car accidents and would not be able to compare to this girl. He has been practicing medicine for decades.

Kim Yongeon followed Kim Seung-sung's medicine box and trotted over. The female translator was also ready to follow, but Kim Yongeon directly scolded him: "You have been fired!"

The female translator stood there and watched them leave stupidly.

Sun Derong sighed. He couldn't help with this matter, but he had not yet found out about his godson. He must give Yue'er a satisfactory explanation. Thinking of this, Sun Derong turned around and left.

When Qiao Muyue came to the door of the emergency room, she saw that it was already in chaos. Mr. Su was in charge of the command work, and the professors who had just been in the lounge also participated in the emergency room.

Liu Jianjun helped the nurses and helped them lift them up and down. The patient moved in pain. Liu Jianjun was very strong and went straight forward to fix the patient.

Qiao Muyue walked up to Mr. Su: "Old Su! Prepare a few sets of silver needles for me!"

Mr. Su is a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, so there will naturally be silver needles.

When Mr. Su saw Qiao Muyue, he was about to ask her why she hadn't left yet, when he heard Qiao Muyue's words, his eyes lit up and he quickly took out a few needle bags from his pocket.

"Ms. Qiao is also good at traditional Chinese medicine emergency?"

Nowadays, most traditional Chinese medicine practitioners are good at recuperation, and few people are good at recuperation, including them.

Qiao Muyue took the silver needle and nodded slightly.

"Yue'er! Come and see him, he can't do it..."

Suddenly, Liu Xiaoqin shouted in the distance. Qiao Muyue quickly looked over and saw a middle-aged man holding Liu Xiaoqin's arm. A coma boy was lying beside the man with broken hands. The boy was not injured, but his face was dead.

Qiao Muyue immediately walked over, and Old Su just took a look from a distance, and felt a little sad, and he followed him.

The middle-aged man with broken hands was twisted at an irregular angle at this moment. His whole body was twitching in pain, but he grabbed the corner of Mr. Su's clothes who had just walked over: "I beg you, save my son. He was hit on the head by something to save me. I'm going to be angry. I beg you, please..."

As he said that, the middle-aged man kowtowed violently.

Old Su squatted down and lifted the comatose boy's eyelids. He just glanced at him and his heart sank, because the other party's pupils had begun to spread and his heartbeat was almost gone, which was basically helpless.

At this time, Qiao Muyue and Jin Shengcheng and others who had just walked over also saw this situation. Jin Shengcheng shook his head and said in broken Chinese: "No! This is a typical intracranial hemorrhage, which requires large equipment to rescue, and even so, it is difficult to rescue..."

Mr. Su sighed. Although Jin Shengcheng's words were not nice, they were the truth.

The middle-aged man suddenly collapsed to the ground, and he hurriedly kowtowed to Mr. Su: "I beg you, you can save him, save him! He is only seventeen years old, only seventeen years old..."

Tears gushed out from middle-aged people.

Qiao Muyue suddenly stepped forward and rushed in front of Mr. Su: "Get out of the way!"

Old Su was shocked and hurriedly got up and took a few steps back.

Qiao Muyue didn't bother to say anything at this time, so she spread out the needle bag given by Mr. Su, and chose a few silver needles from it and quickly pierced it into the top of the young man's head. Then she took out two more and stabbed it in the boy's face.

Qiao Muyue was very fast and almost didn't have to look at the acupoints. She completed several acupuncture points in an instant, which made Jin Shengcheng's eyelids twitch.

Mr. Su looked at the technique and felt extremely familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Qiao Muyue searched in the needle bag at this time and pulled out a silver needle from the bottom. The silver needle was almost seven or eight inches away. When she saw the silver needle, Old Su's eyelids jumped up.

Qiao Muyue looked at the length of the silver needle and nodded with satisfaction, then looked at the unconscious boy.
Chapter completed!