I Became a Medical Genius in the 80s-Chapter 711 - 710: Saving a Life

Jiang Mingzhong’s body trembled, and he hurriedly held onto the door frame, looking at his son kneeling on the ground, the son he had raised with his own hands, whose face was ashen.

Jiang Mingzhong left, stumbling down the stairs; at this moment, he truly felt old.

Carring a plastic bag, Jiang Mingzhong sat idly on the stone bench at the bottom of the building, watching as the sky darkened, yet he didn’t know where to go.

Looking at the setting sun on the horizon, Jiang Mingzhong suddenly thought of how his son looked when he was young, a small bundle that he cradled in his arms, soft and adorably cute.

One day, he would utter the word ’dad,’ and Jiang Mingzhong’s heart would melt completely; he swore to protect this little guy his whole life and give him the best!

His son grew up day by day, excelling in his studies, but Jiang Mingzhong knew the child wasn’t interested in medicine. He had his own dream of becoming a teacher, and he never imposed his ideas on his son.

He felt that as a Mystic Doctor, he had the ability to protect his son for a lifetime. Because of his deep paternal love, he didn’t even tell his son what a Mystic Doctor was, not wanting to put too much pressure on him, just letting him know that his father was remarkable and could help pave the way for him.

Later, his son got married; the couple had chosen each other, and their life together was fairly happy. At that time, Jin Lixia was not like this at all.

Until his son had a car accident, and the hospital issued a critical illness notice. After exhausting his Original Essence Qi Spirit to save his son, everything changed.

The beautiful scene shattered, replaced in Jiang Mingzhong’s mind by the image of Jiang Fei painfully kneeling in front of him, begging him to take care.

At that moment, his heart suffered an unprecedented blow. If he hadn’t held onto the door frame in time, he might not have been able to stand properly, let alone walk out.

Even when he walked out, Jiang Fei didn’t give him a penny. He wondered if his son ever thought about what would become of an old father with no money and no place to go.

Jiang Mingzhong was disheartened and desperate.

"My dear wife, our son doesn’t want me anymore, maybe I should go find you." Jiang Mingzhong closed his eyes, murky tears flowing from them.

Jiang Mingzhong stood up, staggering out of the community, heading towards the nearby river.

Tian Zhi, who had been guarding nearby the residential building, saw Jiang Mingzhong’s look of utter despair and couldn’t help but frown. Could master’s prediction have come true?

No matter how worthless his son was, he shouldn’t have driven his own father out.

Tian Zhi’s gaze fell on the plastic bag Jiang Mingzhong was carrying. It contained only a few pieces of disorganized clothing, stuffed into it, with nothing else inside.

For some reason, a pang of sorrow hit Tian Zhi’s heart; the old man had been proud all his life, yet ended up with nothing but a few old clothes!

Tian Zhi followed behind Jiang Mingzhong, not particularly hiding his presence. The old man simply walked the path under his feet, no longer caring about his surroundings or anything behind him.

Seeing this, Tian Zhi felt uneasy; as he watched Jiang Mingzhong head toward the nearby park, directly toward the river, his heart clenched.

Elder Jiang wasn’t planning to live any longer!

Realizing this, Tian Zhi hurriedly quickened his pace, but a road and a half-filled square with sports equipment stood between them. Despite the time when most people were at home cooking and eating, there were still some, especially older people with children.

Tian Zhi dodged a few playful children and cyclists on the park’s road, but by the time he got there, Elder Jiang was already out of sight.

"Help! Someone’s fallen into the river~~~~"

A sudden cry came, and Tian Zhi turned his head quickly, seeing an old lady pointing at the spreading ripples in the river, calling out loudly.

Tian Zhi ran over, but was rooted to the spot at the sight of the murky water; he couldn’t swim!

The nighttime river looked like a beast that devoured people, pitch black and revealing nothing, only reflecting the streetlights, making it seem even deeper.

Tian Zhi gripped the low railing, wide-eyed, unsure of what to do, when suddenly a figure vaulted over the railing and jumped into the water with a splash.

The crowd grew larger and larger; many people had never seen such a thing in their entire lives and were uncertain whether the person could be saved.

They heard that only those who were excellent swimmers could save someone from the water. If one were just an average swimmer, never mind saving someone, they might end up drowned as well!

After all, the river was flowing, not stagnant water. The currents in the middle were strong; once there, there was no coming back.

As the crowd was buzzing with discussion, a head suddenly popped out of the water.

"There they are! Two of them! Quick, quick, the young man is exhausted, think of a way to pull them ashore!"

The elderly ladies by the river called out while trying to think of a solution. Someone grabbed a large branch by the roadside, but it was too short to reach.

Finally, an elderly man watching some children tied together three skipping ropes belonging to the kids and threw them into the water.

The young man saving people in the water was indeed exhausted. Though he could swim, he wasn’t as good as regular swimmers, and he often didn’t have enough to eat, so after dragging a heavy person a few strokes, he couldn’t go on.

The skipping rope was thrown several times before reaching the young man, and once he grabbed it, the people on the bank, both elderly ladies and gentlemen, all pulled together, and Tian Zhi, being the strongest among them, naturally had to contribute his strength.

Moreover, his master had asked him to watch over him, and he didn’t; he felt a sense of responsibility in it.

When the young man was pulled ashore, he was already exhausted. It could be said that if it weren’t for so many kind people helping, he would have drowned in the river as well.

The young man placed Elder Jiang on the bank; the old man was already exhaling more than inhaling. His determination to die was so strong that he was dying faster than usual.

"It’s over; this person can’t be saved!"

"How did he fall in? Just in a blink of an eye, he’s gone."

The crowd discussed in snippets, but Tian Zhi stepped out from among them and said, "I’m a doctor; let me take a look."

Elder Jiang’s suffocation was due to excessive water in his lungs. Remembering some emergency aid he had learned, Tian Zhi began performing resuscitation on Elder Jiang.

Luckily, he hadn’t been in the water long; after a few compressions from Tian Zhi, Elder Jiang’s neck jerked, and he coughed out the water he had inhaled.

"Alright, once he coughs out the choking water, there should be no problem."

"He wasn’t in the water for long; any longer, and he would have lost his life."

"But why hasn’t he woken up yet?"

Tian Zhi had initially breathed a sigh of relief but realized that Elder Jiang hadn’t come to, and his face was growing bluer.

He internally exclaimed that it was bad; Elder Jiang’s spirit was already dead; he didn’t want to live at all!

"Do me a favor, help move him to a safe place so I can treat him properly," Tian Zhi said to the young man who had helped save him.