Village Doctor's Women-Chapter 69 - 65 Contemporary Best Actors

That sounds ludicrous. How many people has this taxi driver scammed? To think that a random spectator in the crowd just happened to be one of his past victims. It’s hard to say if the taxi driver is just unlucky or if he’s simply scammed too many people.

Wang Jian shook his head, his thoughts shifting to the driver’s physical condition.

Incidents like fainting from sheer anger are rarely seen in real life. If a person is relatively healthy with no underlying illnesses, such a thing is unlikely to happen. For rage to stimulate the body and cause a medical episode, it usually requires long-term irritation for a sickness to develop. Fainting so suddenly like this likely indicates a pre-existing condition, probably related to cardiovascular or cerebrovascular issues...

Wang Jian ignored the chattering onlookers and grabbed the taxi driver’s hand to take a simple pulse reading, simultaneously checking his complexion and heartbeat.

Just as I suspected... The man already had high blood pressure, and his heart wasn’t in good shape either.

Wang Jian pondered for a moment, then reached into his pocket to grab his silver needle pack, but his hand came up empty. He had been in a hurry while saving someone on the highway yesterday and left his needle pack at home, intending to restock it. However, because of his sister-in-law’s emergency, he’d rushed out without bringing his silver needles at all.

Facing this situation, Wang Jian had to think of an alternative. "Umm..."

He raised his hand, intending to call the traffic officer over, but he didn’t know her name and could only furrow his brow.

"You can call me Yu Le," she said, having been watching him closely. She was curious because she found his life-saving methods very different from other doctors’. "What’s wrong?"

"I’m Wang Jian. Do you have a needle? A thin one would do," he said, gesturing with his hand to indicate the size and thickness he hoped to find.

"Doctor Wang, why do you need a needle? I don’t think I have... oh, wait a moment."

Yu Le was about to say she didn’t have one when she suddenly remembered something. Making a "wait" gesture, she reached for her chest and unbuttoned the collar of her uniform, revealing the white shirt underneath.

Wang Jian was taken aback. Perhaps due to the heat, Yu Le’s shirt was soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her skin. Both its shape and color were clearly visible through the damp fabric.

But what surprised Wang Jian more was the safety pin fastened to her shirt, right at her chest.

Seeing his confused expression, Yu Le smiled and explained, "I was in a rush this morning, and a button fell off my blouse on the way here. I had to find a safety pin at the station to hold it together..."

She handed the safety pin over, asking, "Will this work?"

Wang Jian discreetly glanced at Yu Le’s impressive figure, marveling internally. For a button to pop off on the way to work, it isn’t just about size; there must have been some serious bouncing involved. These are the real deal; they have to have incredible elasticity for that to happen. Once the safety pin was undone, a deep cleavage was revealed. This is the first time I’ve ever encountered a woman whose magnificent bust is clearly an F-cup or larger. No wonder I couldn’t help but sneak another glance. You’d have to be that big to have a wardrobe malfunction like that. And judging by her expression, this probably wasn’t the first time. She seems quite used to it, with only a slight blush on her face.

Wang Jian silently gave Yu Le a huge thumbs-up in his mind. This traffic officer is really something.

He looked at the safety pin. It’s a little damp and carries the scent of perfume, so it must have absorbed some sweat. It’s just a small safety pin, the kind for minor fixes. Will it really work?

Wang Jian nodded, giving Yu Le a reassuring look. "It will work, thank you..."

The pin’s point was actually too stiff for acupuncture, but this was a life-saving situation, so he couldn’t be picky. Wang Jian bent the small pin straight, making it a serviceable long needle. Without even sterilizing it, he grabbed the driver’s hand and quickly pricked the tips of all five fingers, drawing blood.

Dark blood quickly seeped from the wounds, forming into beads.

After doing this, Wang Jian turned the taxi driver onto his back and pinched the philtrum below his nose. Seeing the driver’s eyelids begin to flutter, Wang Jian knew his work was mostly done. He stood up and shouted to the crowd, "Everyone, please spread out and let some air in here!"

"Doctor Wang, you’re amazing! You woke him up with just a few pricks," Yu Le praised, her eyes wide with admiration. Several onlookers joined in with similar compliments.

Noticing that Wang Jian looked as if he was about to leave, Yu Le quickly spoke up, "Doctor Wang?"

"Hmm?" Wang Jian turned to face her with a puzzled look.

Yu Le asked, "What about the other person? Aren’t you going to check on him?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jian glanced at the other man still lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth and twitching occasionally.

"Don’t worry about him."

"What?" As soon as Wang Jian spoke, the man convulsed even more violently, startling Yu Le. The man looked like he could die at any moment; how could they just ignore him? She quickly grabbed Wang Jian’s arm. "Doctor Wang, please don’t give up on him! I think he can still be saved!"

It wasn’t just Yu Le; the crowd couldn’t bear it either and started shouting their objections. However, Yu Le’s phone rang, and she let go of Wang Jian to look at a message. But the people beside her had no such distraction and continued to shout.

"Young doctor, you can’t just save the driver and ignore the man who was hit!"

"Exactly! Look at him, he’s about to convulse to death! It might be too late if you don’t help now!"

"Saving a life builds more merit than building a seven-story pagoda. Please lend a hand, young man!"

"Everyone, help us convince him!"

As the crowd roared in unison, it made Wang Jian’s skin crawl. The issue wasn’t that he refused to save the man. He forced a smile and said, "Everyone, please quiet down and stop crowding around. There is a real patient here."

"Right, right..."

The onlookers showed some sense and stepped back, but they didn’t stop murmuring. Helpless, Wang Jian quickly explained, "It’s not that I won’t save him. It’s that this man isn’t sick at all. He’s faking."

"Faking?"

"No way, it doesn’t look like it."

"If this guy is faking, he deserves an Oscar!"

Voices of doubt filled the air. Since Wang Jian was a doctor, the crowd subconsciously wanted to believe him. Just a few seconds later, however, they saw the man’s body give a final shudder. His head lolled to the side, and he went completely still.

Wang Jian raised an eyebrow, surprised by the man’s performance. For a split second, the acting was so convincing that he began to doubt his own medical skills. But after a few more glances, his expression returned to normal, and he shot the old man an eye-roll. The Chinese film industry needs this guy...

HISS! "Is he dead?"

"Is he really a doctor? How could he just watch someone die?"

"This young man has such a blatant disregard for human life! Which hospital are you from?"

"Yeah, which hospital? I’d never dare go to your hospital for treatment after this!"

"Exactly! What kind of doctor is he?"

"Saying he’s faking is going too far!"

"He’s probably a stooge hired by the driver, isn’t he?"

For a moment, accusations flew from all directions. This was the first time Wang Jian had ever encountered a scene like this. Even when he followed his master to the poorest and most chaotic Sanhe District, he was never treated this way. Back then, every person he saved was grateful, and every onlooker was kind and friendly. This was absolutely the first time he’d ever met a group of people who thought they were helping by standing on the moral high ground.

Frowning, Wang Jian decided he didn’t want to argue with them any longer. If it weren’t for saving someone in the first place, he wouldn’t have even bothered getting out of the car.

Just as he was about to leave, he felt a tug on his T-shirt. He turned to see Yu Le looking at him with an innocent expression. Her chest was still exposed where the button was missing, and the sight gave Wang Jian pause. For the sake of... that, he stopped.

"You could tell he was faking an accident, right?"

Yu Le had felt something was off from the start. If the crowd hadn’t insisted the driver was a bad person, she would have already handled it as a staged accident. Their interference was what had dragged things out.

"Yes. Do you believe me?"

After Wang Jian asked, Yu Le immediately nodded. "I do. Actually, I already sent their pictures to my mentor. He told me this old man is a habitual scammer who’s always out here trying to pull these stunts. My mentor has arrested him several times..."

As she said this, Wang Jian’s expression didn’t change, but the crowd of onlookers fell silent.

Someone asked in a low voice, "Young lady, who is your mentor? Is he a traffic cop too?"

"No," Yu Le said, shaking her head. "My mentor is a police officer for this precinct. He’s on his way now."

Then, turning to the man on the ground, she said, "Sir, can we please stop pretending? Staging accidents like this can get you detained."

The old man didn’t seem to understand and continued to lie there, but he flinched noticeably when he heard the word "detained." Everyone was staring right at him, so the small movement was seen by all. At this point, anyone who wasn’t a complete idiot could tell he was faking.

Now, even the people who had been defending the old man felt embarrassed, speechless, and a little ashamed.

As they came to their senses, they realized just how perceptive Wang Jian was.

"Umm... Doctor Wang, how did you know he was faking?"

"In Chinese medicine, the four diagnostic methods—observation, listening and smelling, questioning, and pulse-taking—are fundamental. Symptoms like convulsions and foaming at the mouth are typical for someone having an epileptic seizure. Being hit by a car doesn’t cause this reaction. Even if he was just frightened, his ruddy complexion and the muscle tone in his arms and legs are not what you would see in an epileptic."

He then asked the crowd, "Think about any epilepsy patients you’ve seen in person. Did any of them look like him?"

At his question, many of the older men and women in the crowd got a thoughtful look. After a moment, they began nodding in agreement. "You know, he’s right."

"This doctor is incredible! He just took one look and figured all that out."

An old man gave him a thumbs-up and praised him repeatedly. Wang Jian, however, remained completely calm, as he recognized this was the same man who had been insulting him moments ago. This isn’t me holding a grudge... I just have a good memory.

At that moment, the taxi driver finally came to his senses.