"Who are you?" several doctors asked, looking at Yang Qi with resentment. He's just a young man in his mid-twenties. Can he really practice medicine?
"Mr. Du, if we don't stop the bleeding immediately, your son won't make it until the ambulance arrives," Yang Qi said. "Will you trust me, or will you wait?"
"Everyone, get out of the way! Let him do it!" Du Le'an was a decisive man and immediately made his choice to let Yang Qi perform the treatment.
Yang Qi nodded and approached the patient, gently pressing on the young man's body.
A doctor cursed, "Are you crazy? Young Master Du was injured in the fall! How can you just press on him randomly?"
"Hey, do you even know what you're doing?" Liang Mei, Du Le'an's wife, asked with annoyance.
Yang Qi, however, ignored them. He simply extended two fingers and pressed several acupoints on the patient's body.
The patient spat out a mouthful of black blood.
