Chapter 159: Miss Yun Was the One Who Saved Me

With the advancement of technology, Western medicine has long dominated the field of healthcare. The ancient and mystical practice of traditional Chinese medicine, however, has been chosen by fewer and fewer people—so it was quite unexpected to see it in use here today.

Yun Fu paid no attention to the questions posed to her; instead, she furrowed her brow and focused intently on the patient below. The man suffered from heart disease and had been brought in due to a recurrence. Upon understanding his condition, she relaxed her brow and delicately picked up a silver needle between her slender fingers. In an instant, more than a dozen silver needles surrounded his heart.

With the heart meridians protected, the next step was to restore his cardiac function. Her head bowed slightly, her expression languid yet earnest. The motions of her hands could even be described as graceful; if not for the slight furrow of her brow, one might have thought she was engaged in some form of artistic creation. The silver needles, which seemed cold and sharp in appearance, in her hands became instruments of life-saving power, obedient and gentle beyond measure.

“Heart rate,” she murmured.

Startled, a nurse suddenly remembered her role and quickly glanced at the monitor. Upon seeing the numbers, the entire staff was stunned.

100, 80, 40.

These were values entirely within the normal range—remarkable considering this was a patient who had been declared dead due to heart failure.

“It's… normal now!” Yun Fu rubbed her fingers and pulled out paper and pen from her bag, swiftly jotting down a list of herbal ingredients before handing it to the nurse. “Have his family prepare the medicine according to this prescription.”

With that, she smoothly withdrew the needles embedded in the patient and turned, pushing open the door of the operating room.

As the door opened, a crowd had gathered at the entrance. Yun Fu’s brow furrowed again. When a young woman with striking beauty emerged, not wearing surgical attire, the onlookers were astonished.

“What’s going on? Is this a filming shoot?”

“No one shoots films in our small city. You don’t know? The patient was just wheeled out covered in a white sheet, but this girl claimed he wasn’t dead—and it turns out, he really wasn’t!”

“Wow! Isn’t that Yun Fu? The famous actress? I heard she knows some medical skills!”

“But the patient had heart disease—was on the verge of death. How could she save him?”

“Who knows? Maybe she’s just seeking publicity.”

At that moment, Yun Fu removed her hat. Some recognized her, while others were simply captivated by her beauty, all pulling out their phones to record.

The hospital staff, upon seeing Yun Fu emerge, became even more convinced of their suspicions. She surely could not have treated the heart condition; it must have been a lucky coincidence.

The hospital director stepped forward, accompanied by an elderly man with graying hair. Yet his gaze was sharp and aggressive, lacking the usual kindness associated with old age.

The director opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, a hospital bed was wheeled out from the operating room. The patient’s family quickly gathered around and, seeing their loved one breathing steadily with an oxygen mask, their tears of despair turned to joy.

They approached Yun Fu, and if not for her quick reflexes supporting them, they might have all knelt down. The patient’s wife, overwhelmed with gratitude, wept, “Miss Yun, thank you so much. If it weren’t for you, my husband would have been in the morgue today.”

She shot a fierce glare at the hospital staff, especially at the surgeon responsible. Such a medical mishap, if publicized, would spell disaster for the hospital.

The director was well aware of the consequences, so he hurriedly approached with the elderly man. Looking at the patient on the bed—pale but clearly out of danger—he was inwardly shocked but composed himself, thinking of the man beside him.

“Please step aside. This is Professor Si from the Medical Association, specializing in cardiology. Let Professor Si examine the patient.”

The announcement caused a stir. The Medical Association was a revered institution known throughout the nation, home to some of the finest doctors who dedicated themselves to saving lives with utmost integrity. Physicians admitted to the association received unparalleled respect.

Upon hearing the director’s introduction, the crowd’s gaze toward Professor Si grew fervent. To know someone from the Medical Association was considered a stroke of great fortune, perhaps even a blessing for one’s own longevity.

Professor Si approached the bed, and everyone held their breath. The director smiled inwardly at the changed expressions around him, recalling that he had deliberately kept the patient in the operating room rather than sending him back to the ward, precisely for this moment.

The elderly man furrowed his brows, his triangular eyes scanning Yun Fu before settling back on the patient.

He lifted the blanket and unbuttoned the patient’s clothes, revealing only the surgical sutures from the earlier operation. Frowning, he lowered his head further until he noticed the barely noticeable puncture marks.

His heart was shaken—but above all, disbelief gripped him: Impossible! How could a young woman, seemingly in her early twenties, possess acupuncture skills? Moreover, if anyone could truly bring the dead back to life through acupuncture, would the Medical Association not be aware?

Straightening up, his triangular eyes swept the crowd before fixing on Yun Fu with a gaze that was deeply unsettling, like a venomous snake crawling over one’s skin.

In front of everyone, he raised his voice: “This patient was indeed revived, but it has nothing to do with this young lady. The surgery was entirely successful. The patient experienced a brief shock causing cardiac arrest, which led the doctors to mistakenly declare him dead. In truth, he never needed to be sent to the morgue; the doctors should have recognized the state as clinical death.”

His words instantly changed the crowd’s perception of Yun Fu. There is a vast difference between turning the tide and meddling in affairs beyond one’s competence—especially when the words come from a distinguished professor of the Medical Association.

“I knew it! A celebrity pretending to save lives—just for publicity!”

“What was she doing in there for so long? She couldn’t have been treating patients randomly, could she?”

“It’s terrifying. Instead of promoting a good image, she’s hyping herself as a miracle healer—unprecedented and unrepeatable.”

“Professor Si said the surgery was fine. She only discovered the truth and pretended it was her doing.”

“Maybe I could have discovered it too if I were there.”

Meanwhile, surrounded by the crowd, Yun Fu’s face remained impassive, but the chill in her eyes deepened. She moved to speak, but a hand gently grasped hers.

Looking down, she saw it was the patient’s wife. Her eyes red-rimmed, her voice soft yet resolute: “Your hospital repeatedly issued critical condition notices for my husband and never once said the surgery would succeed. It was Miss Yun who saved my husband!”