Village Doctor's Women-Chapter 57 - 55 Wang Jian’s First Aid Skills

More cars and people began to arrive. Seeing the chaotic scene ahead, all the drivers silently stopped their vehicles a good distance away, fortunately preventing further accidents. However, the pile-up ahead blocked everyone’s path. The highway was completely jammed.

Wang Jian glanced at the highway signs. The city exit was less than a mile away. Rescue teams should be arriving soon, so the delay wouldn’t be too long. This area was particularly prone to accidents, precisely because it was where vehicles began to change lanes.

Before the ambulance arrived, there was much Wang Jian could do.

As he ran toward the accident, many people were running away from it, toward him. At the very front of the wreckage was an overturned bus and a private car, with numerous other vehicles having rear-ended each other in a chain reaction. It was a major accident, and the scene was utter chaos. Wang Jian noticed some passersby had already started a spontaneous rescue effort, but the vast majority were focused on getting to safety on his side of the crash, moving far away from the danger without a second thought for others. Many of the people running toward him were injured, bleeding from their heads or arms. Wang Jian took the opportunity to assess their conditions. He couldn’t let someone run off with a serious injury only to collapse and die elsewhere.

He grabbed hold of a man whose face was completely covered in blood. The man was in such a state of panic that he didn’t even seem to register that Wang Jian had stopped him.

"Wait, you’re injured! Don’t move, let me check you over."

"I’m a doctor..."

Wang Jian held the man steady against a nearby car and quickly wiped away the blood with a piece of his own clothing. After a careful inspection, Wang Jian breathed a sigh of relief; he found no wound beneath the bloodstains. "Sir, are you all right?"

Seeing the man was still dazed, Wang Jian didn’t hesitate and slapped him twice across the face.

"Ah... I’m okay, I’m okay." The slaps snapped the man back to reality. He blinked a few times and then began to speak, his voice trembling. "It’s terrifying... There are still people inside the bus..."

"Are you hurt anywhere?" Wang Jian asked while checking the man over. Finding nothing wrong, he didn’t press for more details. The man was clearly scared out of his wits, as if he had just witnessed something horrific.

The sheer amount of blood on the man’s face was telling. The original owner must have lost a great deal, and their prospects were likely grim. This gave Wang Jian a clearer picture of the situation. This accident is far more serious than it looks.

Counting from the time of the call to the emergency services, it would take at least fifteen minutes for a response team to arrive. Wang Jian didn’t think the severely injured could wait that long while bleeding out. He let the man go and bolted toward the wreckage.

"Hey, Doctor, don’t go! A car over there is leaking fuel!" the man shouted after him, but Wang Jian didn’t look back.

By now, anyone who could get out already had. Those still at the scene were likely unable to move on their own, either unconscious or physically trapped.

The overturned bus was in particularly bad shape. As Wang Jian got closer, he could hear painful groans from within.

"Is there a doctor here? A medical student would be fine, too!" a sharp female voice called out from the bus.

The moment Wang Jian climbed inside, he saw a woman crouching on the floor. In front of her lay a young man, a student by the looks of him. A steel bar, broken from the bus’s frame, had pierced straight through his abdomen, which was bleeding profusely. The woman had her hands pressed firmly near the wound, which was clearly staunching some of the blood flow.

Answering her call, Wang Jian said, "I am! But I’m a practitioner of Chinese medicine."

As they made eye contact, Wang Jian finally got a clear look at the woman. She seemed vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t place her. She had bold eyebrows, large eyes, a delicate nose, and small lips. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and her dress was stained with blood and sweat. Yet, faced with such a scene, she wasn’t panicking in the slightest and was handling everything with immense calm.

Wang Jian had never encountered a situation like this, and he found himself instinctively affected by her composure.

The woman paused. Hearing he practiced Chinese medicine and noting his young age, a flicker of disappointment crossed her eyes, but she quickly composed herself. At a time like this, any doctor, even an intern, would be a huge help.

"Hello, I’m Liang Xiu. Do you have any first-aid experience?" she asked, her gaze hopeful. She hadn’t waited for Wang Jian to introduce himself, and her hands never left the bleeding wound as she spoke.

Hearing the name Liang Xiu, it all clicked for Wang Jian. No wonder she looked familiar. He had attended her speech at his high school graduation. Liang Xiu had been there as an outstanding graduate representative. He never expected to meet her here. He remembered her because she had since made a name for herself in the medical field, especially in surgery.

Wang Jian nodded. "I only covered a few shifts during my internship rotation..."

A flash of relief appeared in Liang Xiu’s eyes. In a crisis like this, any experience was better than none. She said quickly, "That’s fine. It doesn’t matter how much. Please, check on the others first. Deal with the minor injuries. The ambulance should be here in another ten minutes," she said, glancing at her watch. "We just need to hold on until then."

When Liang Xiu looked up again, she froze. Wang Jian was gone.

She glanced to the side and saw him already skillfully treating another person’s wounds using a peculiar technique. It was rare for her to get distracted during an emergency, but this was the first time she had ever seen Chinese medicine used for first aid. The fact that he carried a needle pack was surprising enough, but his acupuncture technique was what truly astonished her. One passenger had been unconscious, but Wang Jian woke them with a single needle. He then performed a quick examination, and after confirming there were no serious injuries, he moved on to the next person.

In less than three minutes, Wang Jian had attended to everyone else in the bus, swiftly stopping bleeding and alleviating pain. The groans of the injured fell silent. The preliminary triage was complete; it was the best that could be done under the circumstances. Liang Xiu never would have imagined that Wang Jian’s skills in emergency treatment were so formidable. His judgment and decisiveness were incredibly sharp—two indispensable traits for any emergency doctor.

While Liang Xiu was still staring in amazement, Wang Jian had already returned to her side. "Dr. Liang, how about you let me see if I can slow his blood loss? If this continues, I’m afraid he’ll go into shock before the ambulance even gets here."

"Are you sure?" Liang Xiu knew he was right, but if she moved her hands, the blood would only gush faster. Forget saving him; the boy could die instantly.

"A person’s life is at stake. I wouldn’t joke about this." Wang Jian nodded and gently patted her hands, trying to reassure her. Despite the summer heat, Liang Xiu’s hands were cold and trembling. Only then did Wang Jian sense the woman’s true terror. "Don’t be afraid. I’m here. He’ll definitely hold on until the ambulance arrives. Trust me."

Liang Xiu didn’t dare move her hands. Wang Jian’s words offered little comfort, and he had to use considerable force to pull them away.

Before she could protest, Wang Jian already had five silver needles in his hand. He quickly located the acupoints and inserted them.

Liang Xiu knew her hands were shaking, but she couldn’t calm down, let alone pay them any mind. The boy bleeding out before her was her brother. How could she possibly stay calm? The last thing any doctor wants is to be unable to save their own patient. Even more painful is realizing you are helpless when trying to save your own family. That was exactly how Liang Xiu felt. The helplessness of the crash, the helplessness of waking up to find her brother in a pool of blood, the helplessness of facing the massive hemorrhage—it was all chipping away at her sanity. If not for the coping mechanisms she had developed over years as a doctor, she would have collapsed long ago. Even so, she was only feigning composure, using her trembling hands to apply simple pressure. Beyond that, she was powerless. And for once, she had been selfish. Among all the injured people, she had chosen her brother, not even glancing at the others.

As her hands trembled, the sight of Wang Jian’s almost magical silver needles ignited a spark of hope in her heart. She watched his every move, her eyes fixed on the wound.

When Wang Jian finished inserting the needles, Liang Xiu burst into tears. "The bleeding hasn’t stopped!"

She panicked, the hope he had given her instantly crumbling. She grabbed his short sleeve, her bloody hands immediately staining the cuff red. "What’s wrong?" she cried. "Why isn’t the bleeding stopping?"

"Don’t panic. Sealing Acupoints with silver needles is a step-by-step process," Wang Jian explained calmly. "Luckily, the wound is in his abdomen, not his chest, and his kidneys weren’t injured. Otherwise, even I couldn’t have done anything."

"Look closely..."

Just as he finished speaking, Liang Xiu noticed a change. The skin around the wound gradually became visible as the flow of fresh blood ceased. It was a medical miracle. Liang Xiu could hardly believe her eyes. An indescribable joy bloomed on her face. She knew this meant he had a chance to live.

"Don’t celebrate just yet," Wang Jian warned. "Sealing Acupoints restricts blood flow, but the effect isn’t permanent. If he doesn’t get emergency surgery within thirty minutes, the bleeding could start again. Besides, he’s already lost a lot of blood. He’s still in critical condition."

As if on cue, Wang Jian heard the faint wail of an ambulance siren. It was still distant, but it was audible, meaning they would arrive within minutes. The boy before them was saved.

Wang Jian turned and saw Liang Xiu staring blankly at her brother. He seemed to understand. "Senior, is this your brother?"

"Ah, yes." Liang Xiu snapped out of her daze. Hearing how he addressed her, she paused. "Why did you call me ’Senior’?"

"We went to the same high school," Wang Jian smiled. "I heard you give a speech back when I was in my final year."

"Is that so? What’s your name?" Liang Xiu had also heard the ambulance siren. A great weight had been lifted from her heart. The rest would depend on the surgeons. As a surgical expert herself, she was now calm enough to feel confident about saving her brother. It was only now that she realized how frantic she’d been; she hadn’t even asked Wang Jian’s name. "Did you study Chinese medicine in university? Which hospital do you work at?"

"My name is Wang Jian," he said with a smile. "I don’t work at a hospital. I opened my own clinic in Paigou Village."

"..." Liang Xiu was stunned. She had never expected that answer. Based on the acupuncture techniques she had just witnessed, she had never seen anyone better. To think someone with that level of skill was running a small village clinic.

"Senior, you stay here and keep an eye on him. I’m going to check outside and see if anyone else needs help." Seeing Liang Xiu start to get up, Wang Jian quickly stopped her. "You should stay. I may have stopped the bleeding with the needles, but he still needs to be monitored closely. Otherwise, I’m afraid he might not last until the ambulance gets here."

After giving his instructions, Wang Jian ran out. Liang Xiu watched him go, trying for a long while to remember if she’d ever had such a junior. It had been too long ago; she simply couldn’t recall. They had likely never interacted before, so it was normal that she had no impression of him. But what puzzled her more was that a man with Wang Jian’s medical skills shouldn’t be so obscure. Yet she had never once heard his name.