Chapter 4 Doubting Her Medical Skills?
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“Indeed, young lady, better call 911 first. It seems like this kid is lost. I’ve been shouting for a while and no one came to help.” An old man advised, fearing that Felicity would have to take responsibility if something went wrong.
Felicity quickly undid the suit on the little boy and found a shady spot. “Don’t worry, ladies and gentlemen. I have a medical license.”
With that, she pulled out her backpack, revealing a foldable mini medical box. Inside were rows of neatly arranged silver needles and surgical knives of various lengths.
Felicity checked the boy’s pulse again.
Stop!” The man in the white coat couldn’t stand it anymore. He yelled, “How can you just casually needle the patient?”
Felicity ignored him and continued to check the boy’s pulse and heart rate.
The man in the white coat sneered, “I am Oliver Jones, a student from North Star Medical University, a disciple of Mrs. Ashworth. I am not just an ordinary citizen. You say you have a medical license? How old are you?”
Felicity remained unfazed, focusing on the boy and preparing the needles.
“I’m talking to you!” This was the first time Oliver had been ignored so blatantly. “Even the old man knows to wait for 911. Don’t you understand?”
Felicity knelt on one knee, her aura cold and imposing. “Just wait for 911? Delaying emergency treatment? Is that how your teacher taught you?”
“Who said we’re just waiting for 911?” Oliver was mad and retorted disdainfully. “You’re the one delaying emergency treatment, showing off with your needles. You better put away your quackery of acupuncture medicine and let me perform CPR on the patient.”
At his words, Felicity glanced at him, her eyes icy cold.
Who would have thought that such a pretty young lady could be so abrasive when she looked at someone?
“He has heatstroke. What are you doing with CPR?” Felicity held the boy’s finger, her voice cold as ice. “Quack.”
Oliver went berserk. “Who did you call a quack? Do you know who my mentor is?”
He had just returned from abroad with Naomi Ashworth after winning an award. How dare this girl question his medical skills!
“I’m not interested in knowing.” Felicity pressed the boy’s finger, removed the needle, and disinfected it. Her movements were fluid and uninterrupted. “Move aside.”
Oliver was so angry that his eyes were red. “I won’t stoop to your level, you quack acupuncturist. His lips are purple. Clearly, his heart is the problem.”
“Heart hypoxia can stimulate respiratory function, leading to purple lips.” Felicity met his gaze, her eyes cold. “But heatstroke can also cause purple lips. The difference lies in his steady and slow pulse, not to mention that his dry and cracked lip lines are clearly caused by being in a high–temperature environment for a long time. You don’t even observe these medical signs. Are you really a student from North Star Medical University?”
“Yeah, we should look at the medical signs first. I’ve learned that too.” Someone agreed.
The crowd murmured, “This student from North Star Medical University isn’t skilled.”
“The young lady seems more reliable. She checked the boy’s pulse very professionally.”
Oliver couldn’t stand the humiliation. “Fine, even if he has heatstroke, can he be cured by just a few needles? Then what’s the use of us medical students?”
Chapter 4 Doubting Her Medical Skills
“You can only represent yourself, not all medical students.” Felicity’s eyes were cold. “I’ll say it again, move.”
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She despised two types of people in her life: those who despised acupuncture medicine and quacks who hindered her from saving people.
“Fine, I’ll step aside. I want to see how much you can brag.” Oliver sneered and crossed his arms. “If you can cure him with just a few needles, I’ll kneel down and call you master!”
“I’ll wait for you to call me master.”
Felicity located the acupoints in the light and raised her hand swiftly!
